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[Ricky]

draw the damn picture on the wall with: CHALK

[Tylui]

NO U

[Ochita]

Just do it. Unless your not even planning to update or have to think of something...

[Doret]

After drawing the Roman Numerals press the Arrow Button. Check Inventory.



Like this in order from left to Right. John why haven't you written the numerals down!

[Tylui]

John why haven't you written the numerals down!

John! That baffoon! You told him hours ago to write these numbers!

...Wait, you didn't? Oh that's right. Well your imagination is slow. Anyway, you tell John to DO IT NOW.

As John finishes drawing the last "I", the walls in the room turn an aggravatingly bright yellow color. You then press the arrow button and a doorway appears. A doorway to a stairway that leads up. Yeah one of those.

You emerge into a room! THE SURPRISE OF IT ALL.



...Looks like someone has definitely been here, regardless of whether or not they actually got back out. They scribbled some words up towards the ceiling, and then... Drew half of a bicycle? John, what the fuck is that?

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(Because people apparently aren't up to the challenge of drawing a picture in paint['cept you, Doret, you're awesome], I'll go ahead and pretend that Doret's numbers are right so we don't have to wait any more.)

[Furtuka]

12    8

21   14

[Tylui]

Check Inventory.

ATTN: CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.

There is already a graphical representation of the contents of our inventory. STOP. If you wish me to list then in a textual format I suppose that I will. STOP. But perhaps maybe just this once. STOP.

John is currently carrying the following items in his loverly man-purse: COLON.

3: COLON. Thin strings. 2 grey; SEMICOLON. 1 yellow. STOP.
3: COLON. Grey medium thickness strings. STOP.
3: COLON. Grey thick strings. STOP.
1: COLON. WHITE MAGIC CHALK. STOP.

[Tylui]

"John! Are you even listening to me! Baffoon. Draw the following numbers in that table there! 12, 8, 21, 14!"



John inputs the numbers and the symbols in the table begin to glow an irritating shade of yellow.

Again, he presses the button and the room is washed in that same infuriating color, filling every wall, washing away the white text even. The button melts into the wall, changes shapes, and finally takes the form of a doooooooor.



The door squeezes open like a coin purse and reveals a chamber that reveals a stairway that blah blah blah.



Upon climbing the stairs you are presented with yet another challenge.

"John, I believe this puzzle will be easy, but I'm too lazy to do it, so you can figure it out, but I'll take credit for it, how does that sound?"

John mysteriously says nothing, but ponders the wall with an intense curiosity. He seems perplexed by the words someone else scribbled, but it seems inessential to the puzzle beneath so he ignores them.