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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that's some fucked up shit, man
[ What Peter Quill lacks in eloquence, he at least makes up for bluntness and empathy ]
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I truly did not make this post with the intention of airing out all my worst memories. I wanted to warn people...now I wonder if the curse was working on me on the subconscious level. [Because, you know, it totally couldn't be his own guilty conscious at work.]
But your sympathy is appreciated, even though I'm sure I don't deserve it. You've been very kind. Thank you.
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i'm peter quill, by the way
[ and in another life, he might have appended that introduction with, "People call me Star-Lord." But he's trying to break himself of that habit. The title was far more impressive out in space, and not so much when a dude is fucking around on an internet forum. ]
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And it's okay. I know that my story is shocking. I can't really blame you for wanting to know more. Just...
Please believe that I don't bear anyone any malice, won't you? I hurt one person once, very badly -- that doesn't mean I wanted to do it, or that I'll do it again.
[Unless that damned author shows up, of course. Then all bets are off.]