Board Thread:Mature RP/@comment-29194274-20171116005255/@comment-29194274-20171130214011

(Okay! I trust you can play Matt.)

(by the way everyone, OCs are allowed if you want one. It's just everyone is taking cannon characters.)

(We can start now.)

A man in a blue and red army outfit is sitting down in a office, opening up a letter. After reading the letter he nods and heads off towards the office of one of his comrades, Pat. There's going to be much to do when he gets back, and they need to start preparing now.

A young man in a blue hoodie stands in his apartment. He's had it for seven days since his old home was blown up by an old friend in red. Not that they were ever friends anyways. For the past three days, a feeling kf guilt has been nagging at him. Sure, they weren't friends, but his other two friends were, and he killed him. Yes, the man did deserve it, but. . . No, what he did was right. Not like he could change it anyways. No use pondering on the past when it's something you can't change.

And a young man is sitting in a hospital room, bandaged up, with a arm gone and an eye as well. He has a grey shirt pulled over the bandages on his chest and arms, and a red hoodie on one of the chairs near his bed. He's scheming up revenge against the people who caused this. People he once called friends. No longer could he do that, and he would never do it again. Perhaps they would call him commander, but never again would they be friends.