User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150528182350

''Goldenheart herself walks through the mass of metal. She walks up to Omni. ''

Goldenheart: I am truly sorry. You just do not fit in the plan.

''Goldenheart draws a sword, glowing with red light. She lashes down with it, cutting through Omni's neck like it was made of clay.''

Sringtrap: So, Acolyte. Do you want to join your brethern in this conquest? Turn all of the denizens of this town into my slaves?

Acolyte: Yes...master...''His head twitches slightly. ''

''Springtrap turns to look at Acolyte with those two evil eyes of his. ''Are you sure?

Acolyte: Yes...master...

Springtrap: Is there something the matter? You sound pained.

Acolyte: Just...a little...discomfort, master...

Springtrap: What do you mean discomfort?

''Acolyte's head once again twitches slightly. ''Just...a little...discomfor...master...

''Springtrap shakes his head. ''It'll go away soon enough, I'm sure.