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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[she lets out a huffy hmph as she watches him maneuver around the chicken, and. . . she isn't. . . making any moves to help him. . . . . . .]
[also, defensively:]
Bienfu just hasn't completed his marketing and advertising proposal yet. Once he does, we'll be raking in customers and audience members by the thousands.
[ignoring the fact that there isn't anywhere NEAR one thousand people, here]
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Bienfu?
[he barely knows magilou, let alone bienfu. what is a bienfu. it sounds like a french sneeze.]
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Ugh, why are you focusing on the least important part of what I said? Bienfu, Bienfu! I've officially made him in charge of advertising for my performance troupe: Magilou's Magnificent Menagerie!
[she says with a flourish, arcing her hands in the air above her (and sparkles and confetti follow her movements, dazzling the air and showering down on Akira and the chicken below)]
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really no less confused about everything magilou is and chooses to be.]
I see.
[he doesn't see.]
You seem good at advertising yourself, though. [bienchoo isn't here doing the work?]
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Why, thank you. A performer must always know how to draw in a crowd.
[said primly]
On your left, Scruffy.
[and by that she means the mutant chicken may or may not be attempting to headbutt him from his left side now. Beak-A-Boo used HEADBUTT!!]
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—Thanks.
[he can at least give her that sort of appreciation as he does what he can to at least knock the chicken out so he can trap it properly. or. as properly as one can with both their resources and a lack of experience in caging chickens.]
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Ooooh. . . ! This may be a come-from-behind victory, provided Scruffy doesn't eat any feathers!
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he's actually pulling out the model pistol instead and giving the chicken a bit of a whack to knock it out. he kind of hopes this isn't considered animal cruelty, but it is kind of... more like a feral monster than an actual animal?
he thinks.
it's really kind of hard to say, but it feels more like taking out a shadow than wrangling a farm animal, so here we are.]
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[gasps, hands pressed against her cheeks]
And the crowd goes wild at Scruffy's sudden turnabout!
Aaaaaaaaah.
[the "aaaaah" is the sort of whispered yelling one does when they aren't trying to be too loud]
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even if it's all bullshit, because at least it counts for something.]
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[hops off of her guardian doll, landing primly and neatly on the ground. with a wave of her hand, the doll shrinks to normal size, then vanishes into thin air]
Now what are you going to do with it? Roast it? Boil it? Fry it? Serve it with an apple in its beak?
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Maybe mash it and stick it in a stew.
[akira, what.]
...But probably just keep it for the eggs. We need eggs around here.
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Well then, congratulations on your introduction to the world of chicken fatherhood. Raise your children well to be productive and useful members of society. ☆
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[he definitely did not ask for this life.]
My quest for a hearty breakfast evolved in a hurry.
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[in a sing-song tone]
Please treat Beak-A-Boo kindly!
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yes, that's true. he's not a farm boy even though he's from a small town, though, he doesn't have a ton of experience in chicken care!]
I'll do my best to give Beak-A-Boo a pheasant life.
[akira, no.]
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[fuck, that was a good one]
Well, at least you've got the "dad joke" part of fatherhood down. You'll be perfectly find if toucan come up with lines like that at the drop of a hat.
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[...]
I'm a dad, it's part of the job.
[i hate that he's already called himself a dad before this, fuck you akira.]
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Aaaanyhoo, now that we have your new role as a fowl father established. . .
[. . .]
What are you going to do with the chicken?
[nudges the unconscious chicken with her foot]
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Treat it to a nice dinner and hope it'll return the favor in eggs.
[it's like a date, only it's a mutant chicken.]
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[. . . dang, she's hungry. but she's pretty aware that he totally won't share any eggs with her b/c she was a horrible person who refused to help corral the chicken :/]
Are you a master egg chef?
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Master curry chef, maybe. But I'm making do with our resources.
[not that it matters, it's going to taste like ash anyway, we're saved. kind of, but not really.]
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Wonderful. ☆ Leave the eggs to I, the Magnificent Magilou, and you shall never go hungry again!
[she isn't even asking]
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Oh. So you're the master egg chef here, then.
[that gives no indication as to whether or not he intends to give her any eggs.]