User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7562999-20150105033231

''Acolyte turns to his vault and says the passcode. He looks at the broken bottle on the floor that he never cleaned up. He picks up one of the glass shards and stares at the sharp, jagged edge. ''Oh...I've suffered so much pain....if only I could experience a different kind. ''Acolyte takes the jagged edge of the glass and slices it down his left cheek. Blood soon starts to well up from the wound. ''Pain...such a wonderful thing...

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''The party reaches the cockpit. ''Ah here we are! Now look for something that appears to be a radio.