User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150408040201

Long-Face: Good...

* ''Long-Face crushes the vial with a forehoof and quickly places a plastic box over the rat cage; as the black liquid puddles, the inside of the clear box is quickly filled with a fog of dark gas. Long-Face rasps as he relishes in his test subject's misfortune.''*

Long-Face: As you can see, the rodent is already beginning to suffer the effects of the gas. Exposure takes its starting toll immediately...

* ''The lab rat has begun to paw at its throat, and its squeals grow loud. Eventually, the gray hair on its back and neck stands on end, and the rat convulses violently.''*

Long-Face: The first stage is quite debilitating. Allies will struggle to control their infected brethren, but that will be in vain. It is already too late. Of course, this stage will last a little longer in ponies... All the more time for paranoia to kick in before ranks begin to collapse.

* Discord puts on a pink janitor suit and begins cleaning up the party.*

[click]

Kick: ...Hang on. You want us to take in an orphan you found on the street?

Glaive: I can't leave her behind, Kick. She'll starve or get beaten by these alley punks again.

Kick: You can't be serious.

Glaive: Her name is Shimmerspark. I'm being serious. All I'm asking is that you watch her until... until we can work something out. You guys are the only ones I'd trust with something like this.

Kick: ...

Glaive: I was an orphan, Kick. You were, too. Lucid, Vega, a bunch of the others... Heck, you were around Shimmerspark's age when you were taken in and I met you.

Kick: That bastard put us down the wrong path. He used us...

Glaive: You're better than that.

* Kick's silence stretches, but Glaive already knows what his best friend will say.*

Kick: ...Alright, Glaive. I can't say no.