User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-5837525-20160415043053

Orbit: Something else?!

(Orbit glances toward the Ice Beacon to behold the distortions himself.)

Orbit: Great Faust...

(Upon reaching the designated lower level, the elevator doors open, and Chance would be treated to various sounds that should never be heard coming from a pony. Groaning. Growling. Squishing. The always-stoic Smythe just straightens his glasses again as he walks through the narrow corridor.)

Smythe: The mutagen was unlike anything our scientists have seen. Recreating it has proven exceedingly difficult, and reversing its effects even more so.