"Puppet Master"

Wake up. Go to work. Go home. Go to bed. Repeat.

Thus is the monotone of human life. The world, almost a mirrored book, barely disinguisable from the others. Unique is no longer an option. It seems to always ellude the grasp of those with originality, thus, their lives follow the monotone of the world, following the deeply carved path, etched into the dirt and sand around, only growing deeper, and harder to escape from.

Before one gets too immersed into life on their own, they see a glimps of something. Mixing colors, changing scenes, easily distinguishing differences that never seem to stop rearranging themselves that blast you with fear and complete submission, giving yourself up to the already-set direction.

"The master commanding his puppets," a writer says.

"The world's a stage," yet another one writes.

Are they mad? No. They see the world for what it really is: a set, made for fleshy, living puppets controled by a single being. Once aware of this, humans die. Plain and simple. However, there are others, who stand a chance, who can fight back, but will they? Do they have the individual will-power to fight this force that guides them towards a pre-planned life of subordination without an extraordinary people? Can they defeat this tyrant bent on destroying this unruly world by placing stand-in authority over them, hiding their individuality from the world's eyes?

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My Puppets A place for your characters to go. Please veiw the page if you'd like to create one for this roleplay.
Our Stage A place to play your characters, basically a medium-sized city, with an average veiw over everything that makes it a city, as well as the people in it. The only thing that sets it appart is its valuable location, although the population boom isn't in effect, quite yet.

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