Inkwell’s form suddenly melts into mordite ink as he becomes a witherfallen, continuity being frustrating as usual. Before he can, you know, murder everything, his author yanks him from the realm, taking his place (and his soda). Reality rebels, resisting his arrival with a storm of blue sparks which may seem familiar, even contrived, to Coder. “Oops. Well, was bound to happen to him eventually. Carry on,” @Verdance says.