Prompt 1:
 he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.
The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --
But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.
(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)
But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:
- Fight the first person you see
- Kiss the first person you see
Unfortunate.
Prompt 2:
he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.
Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!
Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!
Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.
Prompt 3:
he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:
Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color
Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.
Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.
At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.
Prompt 4:
 ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.
The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.
And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.
Congratulations!
Extra:
Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with!
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[IF HE'S WATCHING HER AND SHE'S WATCHING HIM THEN WHO'S DRIVING THE BUS or more importantly, who's watching for imminent witchery afoot, because that's really the real problem here, isn't it.
Absently, she checks in with her familiar, who has managed to find a bush that has yet to become particularly slap-happy, and nudges him into guard for anything that might try to approach. Not exactly the best security guard, but it might give her a few seconds of advance warning, at least, if trouble is on its way. Sometimes, a few seconds is the difference between living and dying.]
So, what. Where are you going with this, exactly? I don't know you, so...nice to meet you? This town ain't big enough 'fer the both of us? I'd like to escort you to the nearest twenty-four hour all-you-can-eat buffet? You don't know me, so...what?
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[ he gestures vaguely back the way he came from. ]
It's plenty big for more people, I just want to know why the place changed the status quo. Call it human curiosity.
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[The truth is, she'd gotten a bad feeling off of the town for the short time she'd spent there upon arrival, which is why she'd taken off for the forest about as quickly as she could. Too many unfamiliar buildings and landmarks, too many places for dangers to hide and get the drop on her. Which wasn't to say that a forest is really that much better, but at least she knows how to keep guard in a forest. It's easier to stay unobtrusive in wild terrain, no matter how much she might actually prefer the amenities of civilization proper.]
You make it sound like you ended up here by mistake. Or at least unexpectedly. Is it...like that for everyone here?
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[ hahahaha. ]
So, I know everyone in that group at least on sight even if we don't chat a lot.
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[It's a soft enough curse that it's evidently not meant for Dave's benefit; outwardly, she's still watching him, but internally her mind is elsewhere, racing through implications and possibilities as she tries to gauge what this new information could possibly mean. It sounds like the start to a bad story: two months ago a ragtag group of misfits woke up in a well, and —
...Wait a minute.]
How the fuck did sixty people fit in a well?
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[ he flaps a hand like that wasn't a huge deal which overall it was probably the smallest problem they faced. ]
Honestly I just assume "it was magic" if shit gets weird at this point in my life.
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[Okay, so the well is a pocket dimension of some variety. That's useful information. Memo to self: convince somebody to jump into it sometime and do a little reconnaissance about how that thing even works.]
So how'd you get out? Rappel or fly?
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[ he demonstrates by hovering an inch up for about ten seconds before simply standing again. john tends to hover more than dave does by far. ]</small. And yeah, a lot of shit that happens here is tv-worthy? Seems to flip genres a lot. Some Twilight Zone bullshit, some more "okay I guess this is fairy tale-esque" bullshit.
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[She's starting to grin, however, which takes some of the edge off of the remark. So does her tone, which suggests the term "asshole" is essentially as generic a noun in her vocabulary as "person" or "friend" or "homeboy".
She nods, however, jerking a thumb at the candy house behind them.]
Yeah, I kinda got the sense of that, what with Dame Edna's Big Ol' House O' Diabetes over there. So does that mean I can get the trees to stop kicking my ass if I'm nice to them and tie a ribbon around their branches, or something?
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Usually the trees calm the fuck down if you leave the woods. They're not, like...friendly. In fact they're kind of the old man at the corner of the block whose sole purpose in life is to sit at his window waiting for someone to put a single toe on his lawn so he can scream his heart out. Even if the trespasser just tripped or was shoved. He cares nothing for the circumstances because he's there to get mad and nothing else.
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[But okay, this is good. Good to know, avoid the woods if you don't want to get your ass kicked. She's good at avoiding things that can kick her ass, it's a large part of the reason she's even still alive to begin with.]
Hey, so, speaking of shitty old dudes...can I just ask, how did you, uh. How did you end up here, anyway? Someone sent you?
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[ he seems pretty easygoing but his partner is more than capable of taking care of themself. ]
If you mean here in general here, I just woke up in the well. No sending necessary.
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[She contemplates a minute.]
Also people roleplaying and like, those really terrible Geocities-grade animated gifs full of artifacts in people's signatures.