Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150322030120/@comment-25686329-20150324212153

(( Also, keep in mind that I DON'T want somebody responding every five seconds. Be quick, but take your time. Looks like we're figuring stuff out already. For the purpose of this RP, we'll go for no theme/ Apocalypse; if we do a sequel RP, we'll implement an actual theme. Let's get ready to PAINTBALL!))

The Yankee stirred slightly from a mid-morning nap, awakening from a dream of armor and a lengthy quest. It was late, but then, he was never up at a decent hour. It was either too early or too late when it came to the Yankee; punctuality was an impossibility, a vain dream to chase.

He had no roommate (he had made sure of that), but even though he craved self-containment, the outside of the dorms seemed a little quiet. He had slept in his full day-clothes, and after rising quickly, elected to check the hallway.

Just what HAD happened while he was resting?