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Prompt: You come across an orchard of apple trees. Scattered on the ground are a few rotten apples. In the distance there is a stag who is staggering from the fermented fruit and doesn't seem to notice you.

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There are apples growing here. Cobalt pauses to take notice of them. Somewhere, there's a stag bellowing some annoying song that Cobalt is pretty sure is a drink-song. Yeah, these apples have gone sour. A single smell is enough to confirm that, but he wants to note exactly what kind of apple they are. What sort of tree they come from. He ignores the stag, or tries to, because soon he's repeating the words of the song.

"We'll drink, we'll drink, to Lily the Pink," he mumbles, tunelessly, as he sorts over the apples. He's starting to think these are a variety of crab apples. They'll likely taste sour as all hell. And now they're rotted. He thinks, idly, that they're some sort of plains variety. Duh. This place is basically a prairie. He scratches up the bark of the tree for a few seconds, then drops to all fours.

"Somebody shouted MacIntyre," he grumbles, licking one of the open, rotted apples. Yep. That definitely tastes sour. His face contorts in disgust.
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There was a few apple trees within the Golden Glade ; it was a rather fruitful place of both those fruits and berries that hung on the bushes.. But with winter rearing it's ugly head, quite a few had fallen, and were rotting on the ground. Uriel though noticed an abundant of horses and deer were starting to gather around, picking at the leftovers they could not eat. Some days they were rather, funny, to say the least. She would roam the forest and would dare say they acted a bit of a lunatic, erratic behavior that seemed unsightly. Somewhat like they were drugged, but when she smelled the fermented apples.. Uriel dare not try in the fear she would end up the same!

As she rounded to the corner, she could see a man who licked an apple and twisted his face, "oh, those are rotten apples," she said, "if you eat one.. You'll probably end up like that.." And her paw pointed toward the lucid ungulate.

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"MACINTYRE!!!" he screams aloud as the woman speaks to him. Then he blinks a few times, looking over at her with a stink face. "Look, that is deductiducative reasoning at play. It is my strong suit. I know everything." He paws one of the apples. "Like. For instance. If you eat enough, they say you start to see the iguanas that run the world and all your troubles go away."

He paws it a few more times until the thing breaks and he is splatted in the face by apple goo. He yelps, jumps back a few paces, and then shakes his face off. "Why does the Good Shit have to taste like garbage? I just wanted to know what kind of apples they are." He nods sagely. "If you speak their names, you get the knowledge of how they work. And then you can take the fight to the bastards directly."
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Her fur ruffled like a frightened cat as she looked wide-eyed at the suddenly screaming man. There was a bit of fear and anxiety that filtered as she felt intimidated.. But he spoke a lot that didn't seem anything that meant harm, more just stuff she did not understand, "what's an iguana?" somehow it felt familiar, but the image of what it was had failed her so.

But they were kinda of.. She felt it was mean to say something like crazy but they spoke quite a lot of what seemed to be nonsense to her, but perhaps important to them. A difference in culture? She didn't say anything afterwards, as she didn't quite get what he was trying to say.

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Crazy? Would a crazy person have a thought similar to a constant ticking in their head, saying over and over and over again to click click click click click click? That's not what a crazy person would have. And with each click in their head, Cobalt shifts just slightly, on the beat, feeling the constant pressure building behind his head. He wonders if he eats enough of these apples, the beat will stop. So he does it. He leans down and takes the apple in his mouth. Then he crunches on it, and its guts fly everywhere, out of his mouth and squirting into the air. If they hit someone else, Cobalt barely notices.

He swallows what he can of the apple, then says, "They're like. Lizards that run the world. A total secret empire. You know." He squishes another apple, sending guts squirting into the grass. "They suck. I bet they'd sentence us to death."
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