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This is a journal for PSL nonsense RP. It will probably not be worksafe. It will possibly not be brainsafe. It's just for fun, yo.

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1: The Hunter Exam. You've made it through the early parts of this year's exam—that endless run, the swamp where people got lost, the terrible tower you had to find your way through—and now it's time for the actual hunt. You've been turned loose on a small island with your wits, your numbered ID badge, and the knowledge that you need to track down your target and steal his badge (while protecting your own) within the next week. If you can get through this week, you win your Hunter License, and all sorts of possibilities open up to you. If you can't... well, if you're lucky you'll be in good enough shape to try next year.

You've been catching your breath in the shade of a tree when you realize someone is watching you from above. He drops to the ground when he sees you notice him: tall and lanky, with red hair and face paint. His badge number is 44. He's smiling.



2: The Circus. The performers at the circus tonight have done things that seemed impossible, like they somehow had real magic and not just sleight-of-hand. There were times when it was a little unnerving—like when the magician in the facepaint let his hand get cut off, for one!

At intermission you slip outside to catch a breath of fresh air, and you catch sight of him a little ways from the big top, leaning against the back of a carnival booth, totally relaxed. His hands seem fine now. How did he do that, anyway?

Has he just noticed you noticing him?



3: Let's shameless. You wake up with a clown in your bed. Roll with it. Or don't.