Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-24510587-20170404183020

The first thing Tim did when he entered his assigned chamber was unbuckle his kevlar vest. The damn thing had been itching as all hell ever since he first set foot in the Royal Wasteland. He gladly tossed it onto a seat when he had taken it off.

As he sat down on his clean, properly made bedsheets, he got a streak of homesickness to his old hometown of Merceton, which was the place where he had last seen such things. With a sigh, he took off his mask and gazed at it as he held it in his hands. He felt the fresh air streak over his scarring, and he sighed once again.