User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-27161581-20170306051254

''Indeed the golden streak flies past Glaive, bowling him over, and scattering the two ponies he was talking with. The ponies obviously panic and flee terrified of what might be following the athlete. Gunshots, monsters, nothing they want to deal with.''

Blue rubs his flank.

Blue: "Ow you jerk."