Short Stories Compilation

『 Cryptic 』

It's your break time and you decided to take a quick snack  and return to doing your activities.

You opened a bag of chips and savored every chips in your mouth.

"Nako tingnan mo 'tong ka rs ko may kalandian na naman." one of your classmates blurted out.

You looked at them and they were all gathered in a corner. Looking intently in their phones while blabbering about this so call 'pseudo-realm'.

"Ano yan?" you said put of curiousity.

"RPW. Sali ka beh?" she said while handing her phone to you. You reached out and scrolled through the newsfeed.

While you were scrolling, she was giving you details about rpw. How to be in character and the do's and dont's.

You got interested and you wanted to join them.

"Count me in." And they applaused and shouted in joy. Glad that a new roleplayer is coming.

**fast forward**

You've been an rp'er now for about 3 years but the first year was a bit difficult. You were a newbie but they were very friendly so you started to get the hang of it.

You joined different kinds of groups. Ranking from falling game to sh/bh. Finding where do you fit.

In between those years you were in and out of rpw. You lost the connection at some point and decided to leave.

One night your brain just decided to think about rpw once again. Giving you ideas about a new character.

Later that day you created a new rp account. You signed in as a virtual boyfriend/girlfriend ready to give your best again.

You talked to random rp'ers and made them happy (well... some). They were byuns, jokers, cold(kuno), fake friends, sisters/brothers, leaders and founders. Don't forget the marurupoks.

You created this acts that people would surely like. You even decided to send vms to random people in means of giving happiness. They did enjoy it too.

Every day you wake up feeling excited on what new act can offer you.

'But are you happy?'

That question made you think twice. And realizations came rushing in. Filling you with sadness.

You were happy... but you lost yourself giving happiness to other people that... nothing was left for you anymore.

You lost the joy in the way of finding happiness. You realized that you weren't suppose to chase happiness, happiness should be the one chasing you.

At this thoughts, you realized you need to stop.

It wasn't healthy anymore.

So you decided to create a story. A story that people would think its normal but it was full of crypticness.

You were contemplating whether to post it or not but in the end your decision is firm... and you posted it.