User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150617005319

''Goldenheart tilts her head quizzically. ''Kidnappings! What!?

''A faint outline of Strongheart stands up...erupting from his body. Strongheart looks down at his own body and gasps in terror.''

SH: What in Luna's name!?

''Acolyte's voice sounds. ''Strongheart...

SH: Brother! Am-am I-?

OA: Dead?

SH: Yeah, dead.

OA: Yes.

SH: WHAT!?

OA: Kidding...but you are very close. You almost drunk yourself to death. One more martinin would have killed you.

SH: Oh...

OA: Come on, Pyramus. You're better than this! You told me you were going to try to quit!

SH: I can't...Alcohol is my only way of coping. You know that.

OA: Fine then...if you can't quit yourself.

''Strongheart's entire alcohol cabinet floats off the ground. ''

SH: What are you-

The entire thing is set ablaze.

SH: NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

OA: Saving you from yourself.

''Soon the cabinet is nothing but a pile of ash and blackened shards of glass. Strongheart chokes back a sob.''

SH: My vodka, my gin, my scotch, my wine, all of it gone!

OA: It's for your own good...

SH: I'll KILL YOU!

OA: I'm already dead, kemo sabe. Toodles~

''The prescence of Acolyte fades and Strongheart wakes up with a start. At first he thought it was simply a nightmare. Then, he sees the pile of ash. ''

SH: That sonofabitch did it...God dammit! ''He kicks the pile of ash. ''