Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170528192558/@comment-28718853-20170604190718

(This looks interesting.)

An unconcious tan-skinned man lay in a fetal position against a large chunk of wood. His red shirt is dirty and shredded, his arms have several bruises, his left cheek has a small cut, one of his boots was missing, the other was ripped open at the front, exposing his torn sock, and his pants have fared no better, with small rips all over them. A groan escapes him, implying that he has regained consciousness.

His eyes flutter open, confused as to where he was and how he got there. He tried to stand, but a sharp pain shot through his waist. "Grrrrr...!" he groaned from the pain.

He tried again, and this time he succeeded, though he had to hunch to one side to alleviate the pain in his waist. He surveyed the scene, trying to see if anyone else had survived. "Is...is anyone out there!?" he calls out, slightly nervous.