User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150707234501


 * A trio of ponies are loafing about in the alley, all smoking cheap cigarettes. One of them, with a bright green mane, dons a peppermint-striped jacket.

Mane-iac thug: "It's a power vacuum, plain and simple."

Hooligan: "No way. There's no vacuum. Mane-iac still runs this down, don't she?"

Mane-iac thug: "Tch. Get real. I don't work for her no more. She let us all go a couple weeks back, and I've been out of work ever since. No sirree. Mane-iac's history."

Hoodlum: "What about Don Falconeigh?"

Mane-iac thug: "He's Mane-iac's hubby, remember? I'm telling you, those two are done. They're letting us all go and, if scuttlebutt's right, ditching this town."

Hoodlum: "Alright, fine. There's still Mareoni and Cobbletrot. What about them?"

Maneiac thug: "Nuts to them. They ain't expanding, and they ain't even at war anymore. They ain't hiring. No, there's only one pony who's going to fix this mess..."

???: "What?!"


 * The figure scowls and furiously rises back up with four precise stomps. It appears to be Golden Age at first, but several things seem off. To start, she possesses two great, fin-like wings and a full set of pointed teeth. Additionally, she wears a black bodysuit and also a diadem over her long, cerulean mane.

???: "Who are you, trespasser?!"