*Blank is laying, sprawled out, in the field on top of a white tarp. There are countless strange designs and symbols painted in blue across the surface of the tarp. He lays there motionless on his back, presumably looking up at the sky*
-Wizwik walks by on his way to the tavern but stops to notice Blank, he casually walks over and looks at all that Blank has made- "Hi Blank~...what is all this?"
- Sevatar walks past, eventually coming to stand a bit off to the side and intently inspecting the designs on the tarp. He does not say anything -
*Blank does not move*
"Art. Everything too quiet."
"...You say that and next thing you know there's more infected animals coming..." Wizwik looks around again then back to Blank "it does look nice though, good job Blank~" he smiles
"Blank might be right. Silence is bad. Nature has a sound to it. Birds chirp. When the forest goes quiet you know something's wrong."