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.
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Erika Mishima | Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth Hacker's Memory
Prompt 2:Prompt 3:Wildcard prompt:
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Ryoji was upstairs, content on sitting around the bedroom and watching the grey forest through the window overlooking the trees, when the house shakes and he almost fears for the entire building collapsing under him with how old and fragile it already looks.
He runs down the stairs, nearly floating as he takes it two steps at a time, looking around for whatever is happening, whoever can explain what's going on. ]
What is it? What's wrong?
no subject
But Hudiemon is what they are, and absences cut like knives. How dare this house. They refuse to allow it to continue.
If you go for long enough in a straight line in any direction, you're bound to reach the outside of the house. Also, the house will stop existing if you beat it up enough. It's a win-win.
Hudiemon yanks their foot back out of a wall - their greave catches on a plank, and they have to hop back a few ungainly steps, fluttering their wings to keep their balance - and they look up sharply, to the stairwell.
A human being? How-]
You need to get out of here!
[They beckon with one hand, urgently. Their voice reverberates oddly, like multiple voices layered and flattened, but every layer phrases it as a command, and not a suggestion.]
no subject
He holds his hands up in a pacifying gesture, although he doesn't move from his spot at the foot of the stairs, and again repeats his question. ]
It's alright. Tell me what's wrong?
no subject
Hudiemon stiffens, full-body and visibly, feeling and knowing the cold touch of corruption. Data being scrubbed away, minutely, to accommodate the sight of moldering wood and dusty rooms in low light. Precious, irreplaceable data. And this boy-
They march forward and grab his shoulder, ungently, intending to wheel him around and push him along.] You're in danger and you need to get out of here.
no subject
[ He's easily turned around and moved, marched towards the front door but with a backwards glance of both reluctance and uncertainty. That answer doesn't really answer his question, and only raises up even more. What of the place is wrong or dangerous? He can't feel it, nor does he notice the loss of memory, although that might be him unconsciously turning a blind eye to it all: he memories he's lost before, he had wiped away himself, letting go of a past so that he can fulfill a greater purpose— not once, but twice, and this time feels just like that. Like it's meant to be, and there's no fighting it. ]
But what about you? Won't you be in danger if you stay even longer? Especially if you keep... [ destroying the house, from what he can tell ] at it, the building might collapse on you.
no subject
["Because I'm the Vanguard" etc etc anime shit.
They do not stop being ungentle with their grip on Ryoji's shoulder. Any less wouldn't be sufficiently urgent and scolding, they feel. (Also it would invite boy cooties probably?)]
It's eroding our memories, bit by bit.