The story is written on purpilish paper pulped from plants known only on Synergy.  The tale concerns a protagonist known only as “Character” fighting against her nemesis, “Writer.” Everything the character does is praised, even attacking the Writer.  Every time the Writer is killed, it turns out the character only murdered another character.  Everything is just as the Writer wills it.

The character experiences great frustration with this until having an epiphany.  She refuses any actions the Writer sends for her, claiming indignation because that is not what the Writer is “supposed to” do.  The Writer, confused, asks “what could he possibly be asked to do?”  Character merely responds the he should do whatever she says, because she wrote the Writer into her story.  Writer IS Character, because such a reversal of fate makes for the best story.

Obviously, the Writer disbelieves this at first, but the Character has learned much about the Writer’s psyche through his various manipulations of her.  Character spends pages telling Writer the nature of his own thoughts with such accuracy that it is as if she created him.  She picks at the Writer’s insecurity until he slips into a great depression, but the story ends in a splatter of red ink before reaching its conclusion.