Tired and beaten, Ryan walked into the room. Arm broken and a
**** skull he slumped down into one of the recliners and told one of his clan members to call for a doctor. Unsure of who he was talking to at the moment, possibly due to the concusion, he started to try and read the notice on the door.
"No Role-Playing yet!" it said, and at that, he knew that he had probably just disobeyed an order from one of the leaders, but really didn't care. In fact, he began to chuckle a little bit.