Thread:Thrycius/@comment-25002135-20190602024454/@comment-25002135-20190602040805

"I wonder when my story will be completed," Zheiro asked as he looked at the strange wall where blocks of text would magically but sporadically appear. "Oh hey, my thoughts just appeared on here too!"

"I can't believe the incompetence of the writer and proofreader pair," Sarui complained. "I've been looking forward to seeing your final masterpiece, Zheiro, but at this rate we will forever be travelling with that stupid bard."

"Your story will be completed eventually™," Thrycius laughed, completely ignoring the painter's comments. "But even I can't guarentee when or how soon. It sure is a shame, huh?"

"What is this wall, anyway?" Zheiro asked, staring at the wall before him. "It looks everything we're saying is appear on here!"

"Oh, that?" Thrycius asked, chuckling. "It looks like those assassins created a strange device called the IWrite9001. I'm surprised it's actually doing anything, however."

"No no no! Isn't this supposed to be your wall!?" Sarui protested. "No, stop copying everything I'm saying! Argh! Stop! I said stop! STOOOOOP! We're just going to clutter the wall with our nonsense at this rate!"

"Or rather," Thrycius laughed, "I feel like everything being written down should've appeared as a short skit, rather than on this wall. Oh well, what can we do? Or rather, I'm surprised you're admitting that this is all utter nonsense, Sarui."

"Of course it is!" Sarui shouted. "Okay, that's enough. Close this wall alrea—