Board Thread:Anything Goes/@comment-24569600-20140605023306/@comment-24569600-20140629231922

Granted, but you never have the motivation to draw or write from this point on so the eraser sits on your shelf, in fifty years however you choose to draw finally. The eraser has a vendetta against you and the second you try to use it it opens a worhole to another dimension bringing you with it. After getting to the dimmension you find it to be entirly inhabited by sentient erasers who hate you, you end up being eaten alive.

I wish that writing wasn't so long.