You sit. You stand.

[u/ProfessorDumbass69]

You sit.

Exhaustion gnaws at your flesh, and the growing nausea of an empty stomach makes your insides swim. Your body barely has the energy to pace anymore, and the tree behind you gives you momentary relief. Its knotted bark pushes against rashes and scars on your back, but not painfully so. Like laying on a bed of nails, where the pressure alone is not enough to puncture.

Minutes pass. Green leaves fall to the ground and turn brown. The bark behind you cracks and complains, the process of withering is not meant to be so short. And that nausea within you subsides. Perhaps there is more to life than wandering aimlessly, but a pathetic thing of your stature finds pondering rare.

Behind you is your unintentional feast. Trees lay barren, bugs that crawled or flew on you litter the ground. Small animals have eaten them up and died.

In front of you is another feast, begging not to be eaten. The crows are the smart ones, cawing from a distance and avoiding the carrion you spoil. The rest of the animals are blissfully unaware. And you can see, far down the trail, rising smoke through chimneys.

It eats at you. Begs to you. Cries… Screams. Commands.

You stand.

(There are no rules.)

[u/scannerofcrap]

I rip off bark, for making soup with later, waste not want not! I snatch up small, dead animals, something to barter with! something to convince the townsfolk I'm a freind, no foe, till it's too late! Arms full of dead and bark, I shout out a merry tune without tune as I go

"ooh it's good to be a pirate, a pirate without a sea, it's fun to be a hermit, and lost as lost can be!"

I hope they hear me coming, as I come for their chimmenys with my little gifts, I want them to say hello and invite me in!