User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5015799-20150110121644

Angela contacted Hell Phoenix telepathically.

Angela: "Bad news Phoenix... Smaug isn't here"

A shocked expressin formed on Hell Phoenix as he headed for the lounging area.

Hell Phoenix: "What?!"

Angela: "He's neither on top or below his hoard"

Hell Phoenix: "Not good..."

''When he reached the lounging area, he noticed the news were reporting that several greaters hydras had been torn apart. Phoenix immediately recognized the bite marks.''

Hell Phonix: "Looks like he was just out for a snack. Let's hope he didn't munch anything else than those hydras"

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A familiar red and black mask slowly rose up behind Ironworks' shoulder.

Deadpone: "He forgot to mention they also serve chimichangas now"

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Mysteryo's boat reached the mainland.

Mysteryo: "We have arrived. Off you go"

''He then noticed the area suddenly got darker. He looked down at the shadow briefly before looking up.''

Mysteryo: "AH! This can't be!"

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Last Judgement continued to laugh as the small bulge in the snow bumped into Acolyte's hind leg.

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''Max Quillon entered the Chance Industries building. He was quite happy with himself.''