"You shattered the glass sword you wielded so carelessly."
You wake up. You work. You sleep. You eat.
Rinse, Repeat.
You're a simple person with an equally simple life, and while you have a hobby that helps you cling onto that last shred of your own sanity...you can't help but wonder...is this really all there is to it? Can you really say your life is yours? Or are you just a cog in some messed up machine? A soulless worker-bee built and groomed to simply carry out your directives?
The depression kicks in, hard. The panic. Existential crises. Before you know it, you're at the end of your rope, unable to find the strength to carry on. But then, they blow into town. A stranger, a wanderer, a vagrant...a variable...a change. Something outside the norm, and from the moment you see them, you feel something. Attraction? Envy? Hope? It's a light feeling, building slowly and reigniting a place deep inside of you that you'd thought long extinguished. Warmth. Excitement.
This person gives you a smile and offers to show you their world, a world without walls, without boundaries, without limits. A world where, if you're strong enough to handle it all, you'll never be subject to the autonomy of your society-made programming. A world where you can find yourself, your true self and not this flimsy painted mask the world around you sees. A glass sword.
But, while sharp, a glass sword is also very fragile and can shatter in a single blow.
How will you swing your blade?
[This is a slice of life RP about a few office workers who are tired of living their lives in a daily routine for next to no pay and very little time to really learn who they are in this world. That is, until they meet a strange man who somehow opens their eyes and hearts to the world that they had closed off from their hearts so very long ago. And once they've begun their own journeys, the vagrant is gone just like that.
Just who is this mysterious wanderer?]


















