Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44426813-20200103061012/@comment-44390494-20200117000805

(Welp, I'll just say this for the meantime):

Zander sat on the springy bed of his so-called "room," ignoring the many guards patrolling the "students." He was quite used to it, really. The harsh, merciless tortures to get information out of the hostages; the cold, endless nights hanging out in the eerie darkness inside his cell; and the empty loss of hope shriveling in the miserable air hanging around the prison. It was h***. He sighed; at least he had friends. But at the end, every one of them knew exacty why they were together: You stick with your pack or get devoured by the wolves. That was the law of the jungle.