User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150605221104

Strongheart hacks and coughs, but manages to spit out a sentence.

SH: Robots...are attacking...the city.

Doctor: Maybe if some blacksmith wasn't toting around a bunch of metal robots, you could get a lock on.

''Goldenheart increases the pressure, unflinching at the mayor's futile blows.

A bullet catches the griffon in his right front leg.

''Thunder Wing sighs and begins muttering something that sounds like a prayer. When Thunder stops speaking, golden sparks begin to erupt from Serra's body. The sparks soon form a shape, looking exactly like Serra.''

HW: Wow...that's incredible...

''Acolyte makes it to the access panel an quickly makes his way inside. He slidesbdown the ladder and hits the ground forcefully. He stands tall an raises up his right foreleg. He taps the metal sut in that area in a random pattern. The suit soon splits, allowing Acolyte to walk out, and leaving an empty, lifeles husk. Acolyte pulls his trusty cane out from his pocket, followed by a single white pill and a glass of brandy.''

OA: I'm going to die today anyway...

''OA take the Vicodin and quickly chases it with the brandy. He then takes his cane and begins his slow trek down the tunnel.''