Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150702105031

Randell attached the bipod to his sniper rifle, the M27 Falcon. He reloaded it, switching off the safety and putting normal standard bullets in the chamber.

He sighed, looking at the arena from afar and the bustling crowd and nightlife around it.

He stood up, grabbing his diary from his bedside table as he started documenting his thoughts and actions in it. He used to do that when he was bored.

Later, he would check the newspaper if any mercenaries were requested in the advertisings.