You stepped through, shaking off the lave-slime from your feet. The kind-of lava was the only splash of color in the room. Everything looked as if it had been sketched out with pencil, rough and unfinished, but still miraculously 3-dimensional. In the middle of the west wall was a large note. 'FUCK I HATE DRAWING BACKGROUNDS I GIVE UP'
The room looked sort of like a living room, it appears the artist gave up halfway through drawing the couch. Other than that, there was a table, television, a carpet, and a couple doors.
You checked the couch for loose change, before realizing it wasn't like money had any worth here anyways. Gopher Gold, perhaps, but even then, you had a feeling you wouldn't be headed to a place where Gopher Gold mattered with gold still in hand.
-> WEST
-> SOUTH
-> EAST