User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151124232645

Golden Age: "Nope. You are one-hundred-percent one pony. Oh, and good morning."


 * Elsewhere in the ghost town of Maretropolis, specifically in the corner of the fifth floor of the dark and abandoned public library, a certain pony awakes with a start. She reflexively sits up against the wall.


 * After a few moments of taking in reality, she pulls the Mare Do Well mask back over her face. She felt a great disturbance just now. Or maybe she saw it in a dream. It is hard to say. All she knows is that something otherworldly, malevolent, and immensely powerful just occurred at the heart of Equestria.


 * She stretches for a moment and then looks for an exit.