text post; un: peerless_cucumber
It seems that several of us have already located the keys to "our" personal safety deposit boxes, and found items of a very personal nature contained therein. Likewise many of you may also have discovered that these objects carry a curse most peculiar, which compels the person who recognizes them to speak of the circumstances surrounding these objects which weigh most heavily on their memory.
This one would like to take this time to remind everyone that we exist now in a new world, subject to no laws but those we make ourselves. It strikes this one as nonsensical to persecute each other for things we may or may not have done elsewhere, especially when those with shameful memories may struggle to convey the full context which lay behind their remembered actions. This is said not to justify or apologize for the crimes some of us may have committed in another world, but simply to promote harmony in this one. We have no allies here but each other; shall we allow our mysterious captors to turn us against each other so easily?
[no shen yuan doesn't have a guilty conscious shut the fuck up]

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But: ] are you really gonna trust anyone who shows up here just because we got trapped together
text post; un: peerless_cucumber
And why shouldn't I? As you said, we're all trapped here together.
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idk. feels like theres too many of us with different backgrounds to really trust or think were gonna work together
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You do have self-control, don't you sir?
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but its ok. reading others comments will allow a better understanding of the different people and their circumstances if you think about it. maybe i should go and read some more
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Well then. Perhaps you should.
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before i do, would you like the opportunity to tell your story to me yourself, sir
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[How's that for a curse?]
I betrayed my own favorite disciple and pushed him off a cliff into a hell dimension, where he spent the next three years constantly struggling for his life against an array of deadly monsters and deadlier environmental hazards until he discovered a cursed sword which granted him the ability to escape the Abyss while also parasitizing his mind and soul and driving him to the brink of insanity. I knew this would happen ahead of time, in even more exhaustive detail than the curse can compel me to share, and did it anyway in order to protect my own life. Happy?
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That's awkward. ]
is the city still making you talk about personal stuff or is this a plot to a movie
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[Actually he still does, but at least the curse can't compel him to tell people he transmigrated into a shitty book. That'd be just too much.]
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and i wasnt actually going to go back and read anything anyway
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