User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151018031333

Famine's smoke picks Flashfire up again and raise her to the ceiling. A head made out of smoke portrudes from the mass. It smiles with sharp fangs. "I am Famine, the right hand horse to Death. I cannot be killed. You have no way of defeating me."