User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150326054253

Fine. Ignore me.


 * Already, Flashfire is trying on the pair of hardlight gauntlets/claws.

Flashfire: "Perfect. That puff of smoke has no idea how mangled he's about to get."

Parlys: "But what of those poor, unfortunate souls at the bottom, you ask? Observe."


 * The scene shifts once more, now displaying a place where the tunnels are more jagged and even less inviting. Two gaunt changelings are hissing and slashing at each other while a third cowers in a corner, clutching a half-starved kitten.

Parlys: "Here we have some of the grubs around the roots of the tree. At the top, as we saw, there are only maleficent, power-hoarding fiends. Here, at the bottom, there are only thieves and brutes, squabbling over the littlest morsels that somehow slip down past the more privileged changelings."


 * The image cuts to blackness before a killing blow can be dealt.

Parlys: "Do you see now? The wretched thieves offer themselves to the arena, wherein they are hardened and honed into unfeeling killers, who then continue to undercut their rivals in the military and the mystic order, all under the eye of the pitiless Queen Chrysalis."

Pinkie: "But what about the others? You can't all be that bad, can you?"

Parlys: "Can't we? Equestria has been called a dog-eat-dog world, but no pony has ever truly witnessed the sort of virulence that rules the changeling horde each and every day. You see, changelings live only for themselves and for their queen. Until the queen calls upon them, their only concerns are taking, taking, taking, and smacking down the competition. This is the kingdom of Queen Chrysalis."