User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151030054828

Silverheart smiles. He pulls out a cigarette, and lights it. He blows the smoke away from Golden Age. "We're just having a conversation, sweetheart. You don't have to be so hostile."

Famine destroys another angel. Death just sighs. "ENOUGH OF THIS!"

A hideous pale fog fills the room...the air smells of death and carrion.