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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Yeah. Looking back, some of the stuff we used to think and say was pretty bullshit, huh?
[ with something almost approaching humor. ]
Classical like, what, you'd be into Troll Tchaikovsky or whatever?
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[ ....................
that aside,,, ]
But yeah. Kids say stupid shit. Adults say stupid shit. I don't think it ever ends. You just find new stupid shit to say.
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again, vriska just kind of lets him ramble. except the look on her face is more "what the fuck is wrong with you" than curiosity.
but then she kind of frowns thoughtfully at the ground,
before shrugging expansively. ]
Search me. I guess the great master architect of our fucked up gaggle of universes has a crappy sense of humor.
[ ♬ metaaaaaaaa! ♬ ]
... that sounds pretty on the money, though! While you're growing up you keep thinking the stupid shit will go away once you get older, like one day you'll just magically become this capable badass version of yourself that can actually handle their life. But it's not really like that at all! You just keep fumbling through different kinds of shit, like an infinite shit ocean where the chunky diarrhea currents just toss you to and fro on endless waves of liquid excrement.
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haha? nah? he never thought he'd magically become capable and badass, although maybe he'd entertained some quiet hopes he'd become competent.
he shrugs and laughs, like that changes anything. ]
Dunno. I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I think about things, the past three years. Wasn't a whole hell of a lot to do otherwise, besides expand can town and occasionally watch some truly terrible romcoms with Vantas at the tail end of that fiasco. Not that can town wasn't a worthy venture or anything. Fuckin' best years of my life went into can town. Long live democracy.
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[ .... ]
You never like, thought about what your life would be like when you grew up and picture yourself as this more awesome, more mature version of you?
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[ but no he figured he'd fuck up a strife enough one day that he just wouldn't survive past whatever. ]
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[ gives him an odd look. ]
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I had way better things to do with my time, I guess? Mix tunes, update my various blogs, keep SBaHJ on the up and up. [ stop saying acronyms fucking christ ] Give my friends a hard time about shit, etc.
[ he will never stop, and it pains me, personally, ]
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[ ... ]
Do you still care about any of that stuff now? Like, the blogs and whatever the fuck "sbahj" is.
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[ the world is his oyster. he can force everyone to read the worst webcomic known to man. ]
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God, you are so weird. Like, I kind of already knew that, but seeing it up close and personal is different. [ A beat, and she just ends up kind of shrugging to herself. ] Whatever, I can't really judge you for your hobbies. If I'm really stuck here I don't actually know what I'm going to do with my time? It's weird to actually, like ... be somewhere, that isn't just endless dream bubbles and the weird horseshit you find in the Furthest Ring.
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