User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150216070328


 * Glaive wakes and stirs feebly. The first thing he sees is the knife still sticking from his chest. Ironworks's faceplate hovers above him, but though Glaive tries to push the cold metal away, his legs refuse to move.*

* ''The heck? Fuzzy Wuzzy looks at the other butterfly quizzically, his proboscis still buried in the golden flower. Uhm... Is she gonna eat that?''*