User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7562999-20150123184705

''Acolyte finally reaches the giants neck, panting. ''I'm dead...Why am I getting tired?

(Meanwhile)

''The small mare finally makes her way out of the blizzard. She's shivering, covered in snow, frostbitten, and chilled to the bone. She glances up at the distant lights of Maretropolis.''

???: I-I-I'm a-a-almost t-t-there...''She slowly makes her way forward, stumbling forward on her frozen legs. ''