Foam Gauntlet Corporate Clash

Another day of battling the corporate office with my foam gauntlet still missing its final sigil, and my lunch is still a phantom, because I was busy reassembling a shattered visor for the last guild of Luminara. I curse the lack of a proper wardrobe for this absurd reality, as if my life was a stage where the backdrop is always flat. The only thing that keeps me from full despair is the fact that I, like a true feudal lord, have sworn allegiance to my own crafted prop empire, and I will not be ignored. If someone dares to ask why I never respond, I shall reply in the ancient tongue: “Thy patronage of my art is as meaningless as a sunless sky.” #MethodLiving #PropWarrior 😠