User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160214022731

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Golden Age: "He was trying to get away, remember? Glaive told me he was over the bay, so I g-gave pursuit and... I called my sh-shark to..."


 * She strongly considers chucking her comm out the window.

Mare Do Well: "I don't recall any war... but I have a feeling I know where this is going. This ballet must have been huge, and it was made to offend Yakyakistan."


 * The next letter:


 * Yakyakistan, Summer 25


 * The past weak has been hard to bear. Word of the royal family's involvement in this ballet has spread like wildfire. The yaks are restless. Worse yet, another rumor has taken root that the "Mad Monk" is an agent of Princess Celestia. Balderdash if I ever heard it! I don't know who that filthy horse is, but he is by no means a representative of Equestria's interests.


 * Speaking of interests, he does not represent the yaks' either. My gracious hosts have told me of the gulag, an invention of this twisted pony's ratty psyche. From my understanding, it is some unprecedented strain of forced-labor institutions. My hosts have not seen their son in a year. Let me make this clear now: I am terrified for my sake and theirs. [indecipherable]


 * Something is going to change soon. Tensions are higher than I would have ever imagined. This Mad Monk has outraged the yak people, and their contempt for his injuries and insults is absolutely righteous. I fear what will become of us when the populace has finally had enough of the pony holding their Prince's strings. I will leave soon, but I will convince my kindhearted hosts to leave the city first. It is not safe for them here.


 * —[indecipherable] Sky