User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20141213081559


 * Ironworks disappears from HQ's hall as soon as he swallows his sip. He reappears on the surface of Discord's planet... and a virtual tidal wave of chaos sweeps over him. Chocolate milk rain pours over large patches of the ground, which seems to be made of huge alternating squares of black, white, and solid gold. A sun and moon that look rather like Equestria's hang in the sky next to each other; the only real difference is that this sun and this moon each seem to own a pair of stick-like arms, and the sun currently has the upper hand over its lunar counterpart in an arm-wrestling contest, which appears to be the decider in the never-ending battle of whether it is more toward day or night here. Just as a sunny-side-up egg cloud is about to float by and pelt Ironworks with a sheet of egg shell sleet, Discord waltzes up to the tune of a polka (which is being belted out by a band of land-dwelling whales nearby) and pushes it away with a talon. At a snap from the draconequus, a red rug pops out of the ground and unrolls itself in front of Ironworks.*

Discord: Welcome to my planet, Ironworks!