Post by vengefulGuardian on Dec 30, 2013 1:48:23 GMT -5
I was personally responsible for the deaths of half the Guardians of the players in my first session. Including my own. And no, I do not regret it.
I realize this may cause me to sound like a monster. But. These- beings, as I do not feel they deserve to be called people- needed to be killed. Violently. Painfully. These beings... Harmed us.
The Guardians I speak of were our foster parents. Most of us, we came from foster homes. In our society, the foster care system was... Not good, I shall say. I knew of my situation. When I learned of my co-players- my co-players were MINE. My friends. My responsibility. And these, these... -beings-, had harmed them. So I killed them.
It was, perhaps, a bad decision. I lost their friendships- but they were safe, which was what mattered to me, at the time. When our time player, Jake, found out, he... He attempted to stop me. Or, a doomed him did, I mean. I didn't mean for it to happen. He- He showed up right as I was swinging the dagger, right in the path of the blow, and-
I regret that. I regret it greatly. After, I went to speak with another time clone. One from further along- I had to make certain that I hadn't killed the real him, that he was okay. He forgave me. I don't know how he could- I can't. That was when I changed my handle to vengefulGuardian. A reminder- I had caused harm. Now I had to make certain I prevented it from happening again.
I was the Space player, the Frog Breeder. I threw myself into my Duty, into my land quests. I avoided talking to my Co-players for most of the rest of the session- Alex, our Rage player, could my my chat client open, but he couldn't make me answer, and I never showed up to meetings. I felt guilty. Horrified. Killing those who hurt my friends, who hurt the only family I had ever know- that was one thing. But having hurt Jake shook me, frightened me.
I'm not sure why I'm telling this. Still, I can't bring myself to go back and erase it.
I realize this may cause me to sound like a monster. But. These- beings, as I do not feel they deserve to be called people- needed to be killed. Violently. Painfully. These beings... Harmed us.
The Guardians I speak of were our foster parents. Most of us, we came from foster homes. In our society, the foster care system was... Not good, I shall say. I knew of my situation. When I learned of my co-players- my co-players were MINE. My friends. My responsibility. And these, these... -beings-, had harmed them. So I killed them.
It was, perhaps, a bad decision. I lost their friendships- but they were safe, which was what mattered to me, at the time. When our time player, Jake, found out, he... He attempted to stop me. Or, a doomed him did, I mean. I didn't mean for it to happen. He- He showed up right as I was swinging the dagger, right in the path of the blow, and-
I regret that. I regret it greatly. After, I went to speak with another time clone. One from further along- I had to make certain that I hadn't killed the real him, that he was okay. He forgave me. I don't know how he could- I can't. That was when I changed my handle to vengefulGuardian. A reminder- I had caused harm. Now I had to make certain I prevented it from happening again.
I was the Space player, the Frog Breeder. I threw myself into my Duty, into my land quests. I avoided talking to my Co-players for most of the rest of the session- Alex, our Rage player, could my my chat client open, but he couldn't make me answer, and I never showed up to meetings. I felt guilty. Horrified. Killing those who hurt my friends, who hurt the only family I had ever know- that was one thing. But having hurt Jake shook me, frightened me.
I'm not sure why I'm telling this. Still, I can't bring myself to go back and erase it.