Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25038310-20141004163859

Sander nodded, but he didn't feel very tired at all, nor did he see the need of sleeping.

He walked in the living room, and slashed his machete in the table, burying it in the wood. He took a seat and put his feet on the table. He grabbed his sniper rifle, and reloaded it before putting it in the large holster on his back.

He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, tapping his cheek with his finger for the smoke in his mouth to come out as small circles and bubbles which he blew in the air, seemingly for his amusement.