Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-29559990-20140705155134

Kazrris swung his pickaxe half-heartedly, still groggy from the lack of sleep. On top of that. He stretched a little, yawned, and attempted to mine some ore. After all, he didn't want to be shipped off to the Arena to be used in barbaric combat. That wasn't exactly his forte...

However, something did grab his attention; Someone volunteering for the arena. The very idea seemed ludicrous... Unless, of course, it was one of those prisoners who sought death as the "only chance of escape."

Kazrris turned to spot the man who volunteered for the Arena...