Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190515025530/@comment-37629772-20190518062612

Jack laid down on his bed with discomfort. Being that his wool always keeps him in an overactive state, the only type of matress that could give him a decent nights rest was one made of normal Weresheep wool.

"Lousy, spring-filled piece of shit....Should've spent my share from the last mission on something good."

He looks over to his desk to see what he did spent his last share on, a gun. This gun was a triple barreled, automatic rifle with a little something special, it had rockets on the butt of it. The end of the barrel also had been shaped in such a way that it seemed to have horns. That mixed with the rockets on the back of the gun's butt allowed it to be used as a sort of melee weapon, where you could give someone a nasty bruise or broken bones with the force applied by rockets.

"Actually.....I did spent it on something good"