Prompt 1:
 he forest looms as ever, colorless but not at all dead. The leaves are full, fluttering in the silence, but there's no scent to them, no color. The effect is eerily hard to navigate, almost like an optical illusion, leaves, branches and trunk blending together with the small path -- which already disappears and reappears at a whim.
But even so...
If you brave the path, it seems as though there is something leading you onwards. A trail of... something, crumbs, maybe, the same shade of colorless as everything else, almost impossible to see. Following those might be a bad idea -- your chances of getting lost, tangled in random underbrush, or wandering aimlessly for hours are pretty high... to say nothing of what you might encounter if you stray too far (hint: even the small, fuzzy things have nasty bites).
Still, it's there, and if you follow them... eventually you will come to a small house. It's decrepit, falling apart and in shambles... do you really want to go inside? Perhaps armed with one of the many convenient tree branches that have probably smacked you thus far?
Prompt 2:
 hould you enter the house, you'll be greeted with a creepy, creepy doorman. Aw, how cute! And in that doll's hand, there's...a message.
On a slip of paper, it reads, simply and plainly:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Curious! (And yeah, you can destroy the doll. It's just a normal doll. You may even come across said doll already crushed by an intrepid explorer.)
Of course, it's a riddle, and the answer's a warning -- the longer you walk around and about the house, the less you'll remember about yourself, until you forget why you were there and why you should leave, and who you are at all, doomed to wander forever.
Or someone saves you, that's fine too.
Prompt 3:
 roblem: There are no fresh eggs in the Town.
Solution: Catch a feral chicken, and keep it for eggs. That seems simple enough, right? You're totally up for the task... right?
But why do all of the animals look so strange in the forest? Mutated, with teeth, or wings that don't belong, or claws. That's... a chicken, right?
Catching it will allow you to get some eggs, but that beak looks pretty nasty -- it might be harder than it looks. But you're intrepid and clever, right? Why not demonstrate your Chicken Wrangling Skills that won you the championship so many years ago? Or try to serenade the savage beast? Or wuss out and form a coalition with which you draw lots to see who has to do battle with the chicken? There's safety in numbers! But the prize will surely be worth a bit of blood loss and fowl-related trauma.
Do it for the eggs.
Prompt 4:
here's a new quest on the forum today, and it looks awfully easy! It's listed simply as:
Quest XXII.
Talk to someone you've never met about their childhood.
Quest will be completed when you have reached an acceptable level of knowledge.
On the other hand, that's a little vague, isn't it... ? How will you even know when you've completed a quest like that?
Still, it looks easy! Maybe go give it a try. You could respond to the forum post to try to find people, or just go on outside, go harass someone about their past. If you're lucky, you'll drag it out of them with very little hassle and it won't take you a good chunk of the day. If you're unlucky, that's what highly persistent stalking is for! But don't forget, you'll likely have to return the favor.
And your new friend might not be the only one listening.
Extra:
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He'll just back away once more as he's touched by the smelly hand of un-death. ]
It's--
[ Uh. ]
Conjured. One of a kind.
[ He guesses. It's always been an interesting mystery to think of the human conundrum of running into someone wearing the same outfit. Technically The Bad Place is full of much more muted suits. There's no chance of that happening. ]
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Are you a witch?
[ Viago interrogates him, as menacing as a housewife could be. He leans in slightly, sniffing at Michael. ]
No no, I am getting rotten eggs from you. You must be a demon!
That makes all the explanation for how you are uncouth and so ugly. How horrible you must feel, to have this desire to hurt others!
[ But he isn't sympathetic. He withdraws to the point he's making to brush himself off. ]
It is a shame. You could be so handsome otherwise.
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Do they even need oxygen? He might be a little curious.The rotting egg comment briefly draws his nose to his shoulder for a quick sniff. Surely it's carefully disguised and the ranting lunatic before him won't notice the five, six, maybe seven sniffs he gives himself.
Then comes an unexpected and blurred compliment with just the appropriate level of insult to really get through to a demon. ]
Oh. Thank you. That's a very nice thing to say.
[ Well. Shirt. If all those ethics lessons taught him anything, it's starting to hit him now. He doesn't care about being perceived as attractive or what the vampire's opinion on his kind may be, but it's the first non-heated aspect of their exchange. Maybe he can diffuse this situation. Fighting has never been his forte. Even the formalized greetings of ball taps in The Bad Place have left him feeling like a weaker member of his species. ]
I can probably help you find your glove if you want. I mean, if only since your brain decomposition prevents you from doing so yourself.