User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150110013622


 * Long-Face looks down at his chest, and rips away the number patch stitched onto his asylum outfit. He tosses it into the water churning behind the boat.*

Then you are one of us. The few that the world has rejected, and thrown into the dust of the soul. I am an asylum convict. You are the CEO of Chance Industries. But deep down... We are the same. Damned to fight the rest of existence.

* ''Butler looks around for the source of the voice for a few moments, until he finally finds it by his hooves. An ever-so-slight tinge of embarrassment makes itself known on his face.''*

Butler: Oh! Of course, Sir Rat-Pony...