We were in the middle of an artsy lighting project at school and someone projected this amazing shadow of a pair of nylon stockings, backlit against the wall. I remember thinking that this must be what the weave of the universe looks like, the weave of space and time, what holds everything together.
From this brief thought sprung the five classes of an imagined mmo set in industrialist times, with loom masters weaving themselves powerful butler bodyguards out of scraps of clothing, disgruntled tailors snipping away at the weave of the universe with twisted scissors, brides left at the altar shrouding themselves in the veil of the void and their ripped weddinggowns, kitchen knife in hand and out for revenge. The kindly seamstresses capable of sewing closed internal wounds and embroider the very air with power, shielded by the burly stacks of robe and metal staves of the vagabond guardians.
What I wouldn't give to see this be made into a real game.
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