Hey guys, Oath here. I've noticed a lot of you complaining about things recently, and I want to start just by thanking you. As this is my first story, the more info you give me the better, and negative information is the best. But I was thinking that maybe my weird chapters recently were stalling because I didn't know what to write. And I was wondering whether you think I should put this on "indefinite hiatus" and try again?

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  As Dali ran back to the city of undead, he had a conversation.

  Well, conversation might not be the best word to describe it.

  “I’m not sure,” he replied, “but I am pretty sure it’s your fault.”

  “You gave me the insanity stat, and now you’re using it to screw with my perceptions!”

  “I can hear your tone of voice. Which is strange, considering that you are a bloody pop-up window!”

  “Has my insanity stat been rising?”

  “Then what, pray tell, is it?” Dali growled.

  “I know that.” he gritted his teeth in frustration, “But you just said that didn’t have anything to do with it.”

  “What?!” Dali yelled.

  The army behind him stopped dead and looked at him.

  “Um, nothing,” he said, “false alarm.”

  They resumed moving, and he whispered “What?!” angrily.

  “Shut up right now.”

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  “Wait, you can view my history?!”

  Dali was frantically pressing on the windows.

  “Guys, I can’t see.”

  That was when Dali ran into a tree.

  He rubbed his face. “Could you please stop fighting when I’m trying to do something?”

  “SHUT UP!”

  Dali’s voice roared through the trees. The windows in front of him shook from the force.

  He hadn’t meant to yell, just speak normally.

  The monsters in the army behind him were staring at him and muttering to each other.

  Even the King looked concerned.

  To be precise, he was worried about the man’s seemingly immediate insanity.

  He went up to Dali and asked hesitantly “Did anything strange happen after you entered the city?”

  “Strange?”

  The King gave up on subtlety.

  It had never been his strong suit.

  “Did you go mad in there?”

  “Oh no,” Dali laughed. “I had insanity before I even met you.”

  “And your friends, are they mad, were they mad?”

  “No, I don’t think so. You might have to ask them. Hmm, I wonder if I shouldn’t have said that I have insanity.”

  “Did I? That’s not very promising.”

  The King sighed, and ordered them to continue.

  It wasn't like he had any other options at that point.

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