User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150626001930

''Goldenheart ignores Freeheart's questio. She rises up onto three hooves and stares the older and taller mare dead in the eye.''

GH: Oh, I'm kidding myself? Really? You know, Golden Age I know exactly the kind of mare you are. You're a mare that struts around, not caring about anypony besides yourself. Anypony that tries to care for you, you toss them aside like used tissues. You're an insufferable, pathetic waste of space. You hide your own misery by making those around you miserable. So, no, I'm not going to take your bullshit. I don't need some washed-up, elitist, has-been model telling me how to live my life. Wait, did I say has-been? I meant to say never-was. She turns to her uncle. The fact that you can love this piece of garbage baffles me. You are just as bad as she is.

Strongheart looks down at the ground...

Goldenheart turns back to Freeheart, and her face and voice soften.

GH: To answer your question, Deci, Abaddon is a fear demon. The king of the fear demons if you will. He controls fear. The deal he mentioned…I'm actually not too sure about that yet.

Gunslinger: Good. Ah could go for a drink. What town is this anyway?

Hawkwing mutters sheepishly.

HW: You could say that.

''Acolyte is rolling on the ground laughing. He has seen all of his daughter's tirade against Goldfin on a small crystal screen. Dark Ruby walks in, confused why her fiance is in the threos of laughter.''

DR: What happened?

OA: Looks like Goldenheart got her spitfire personality from her mother.

DR: What did she do?

OA: Launched a berating speech against Golden Age.

DR: Oh...*she snickers* I bet that was pretty entertaining.

OA: It was!