User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141227013952


 * Meanwhile, Glaive is flying over Maretropolis, which is now in an undeniable turmoil after the untraceable robbing of its major banks. He shakes his head, knowing that he is following a cold trail, when his communicator beeps. Butler's voice comes through.*

Butler: Sir Glaive, the warden of Maretropolis's Blackgait Supermax Penitentiary has come ringing. I'm patching him through to you.

[crackle]

Warden: Greetings, Power Pony Glaive.

Glaive: Greetings. What's the problem, Warden?

Warden: We've had a breakout. It was like nothing I've ever seen... The guards were knocked unconscious, our lockdown doors were ripped wide open... and it was like our prisoner just walked right out.

Glaive: ...Name?

Warden: Alekshay Mikhaylovich Sytshayvich. No alarms went off, and our cameras caught nothing. We found some vehicle tracks on the dirt outside the prison, but we lost that trail as soon as it hit a road...