Carefully, you trudged past all of the looming trees, stepping over fungi, weeds and bushes, all while your eyes were darting around, looking for anything that looked even remotely edible; and yet, despite its size and lushness, the forest seemed to bear little-to-no food.
The few bushes that bore berries were all of a poisonous species, consisting all of yew, deadly nightshade and holly, to name the most prominent.
And yet, when you looked up, it was quite simple to see dozens of brightly coloured fruit, hanging at impossibly high heights from the uppermost branches of all of the trees, dangling in a mocking manner, seeming to laugh at you as they ever-so-slightly shook from a thin twig, though never falling down.
However, after a while of more pointless foraging, you soon realized something you should have realized a long time ago:
You didn't feel hungry. At all.
Despite having not eaten for countless hours, your stomach still felt satisfied, as if the term "hunger" did not exist at all.
Giving up on the first objective of finding food, it was now extremely clear that even if, perhaps, an eight-legged cow riding on a unicycle came to you, begging for cake, that you wouldn't even question it anymore and simply move on.
You now continued to make your way through the woods, now searching for some firewood, as well as maybe some flint, to start a fire, and maybe take a nap.
However, after only a few measly minutes of wandering about, you soon heard a strangely familiar sound nearby..
The sound...
Of squawking.
Rapidly observing your surroundings, you soon spotted the poor bird from before, with one its wings impaled by what seemed to be a sharpened stone rod, the weapon having pinned it to the ground, leaving it to flail around helplessly.
Feeling pity rise up in your chest, you knew you had to do something:
A) Help the bird!
B) Leave it to die.
C) Kill it - maybe you can eat it?
D) Do nothing, aka stay put.
The few bushes that bore berries were all of a poisonous species, consisting all of yew, deadly nightshade and holly, to name the most prominent.
And yet, when you looked up, it was quite simple to see dozens of brightly coloured fruit, hanging at impossibly high heights from the uppermost branches of all of the trees, dangling in a mocking manner, seeming to laugh at you as they ever-so-slightly shook from a thin twig, though never falling down.
However, after a while of more pointless foraging, you soon realized something you should have realized a long time ago:
You didn't feel hungry. At all.
Despite having not eaten for countless hours, your stomach still felt satisfied, as if the term "hunger" did not exist at all.
Giving up on the first objective of finding food, it was now extremely clear that even if, perhaps, an eight-legged cow riding on a unicycle came to you, begging for cake, that you wouldn't even question it anymore and simply move on.
You now continued to make your way through the woods, now searching for some firewood, as well as maybe some flint, to start a fire, and maybe take a nap.
However, after only a few measly minutes of wandering about, you soon heard a strangely familiar sound nearby..
The sound...
Of squawking.
Rapidly observing your surroundings, you soon spotted the poor bird from before, with one its wings impaled by what seemed to be a sharpened stone rod, the weapon having pinned it to the ground, leaving it to flail around helplessly.
Feeling pity rise up in your chest, you knew you had to do something:
A) Help the bird!
B) Leave it to die.
C) Kill it - maybe you can eat it?
D) Do nothing, aka stay put.
