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[personal profile] rewindtime 2012-12-08 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel the same way.
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[personal profile] rewindtime 2012-12-08 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I fought monsters. Monsters that were born from people just like me who'd had enough of their terrible lives.

Like from Heaven?
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[personal profile] rewindtime 2012-12-08 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought a lot about whether Heaven existed back at my home. I kind of felt like things were too horrible for their to possibly be a God, yet at the same time I wanted him to exist so that maybe if it all failed I would actually find someplace happy. It's kind of dumb I guess.
Yes, it does sound a bit like what happened to us. It sounds kind of cliche when I explain it this way, but we had another alien race secretly invade us in the shape of cute, innocent creatures. They would promise young girls what they wanted most in the world in exchange for them to fight monsters with powers they would be granted. But agreeing to work with them was a death sentence and ensured that, for all the good that might come out of your wish, an equal amount of bad would happen in return. Once their whole lives were ruined, they would turn into monsters that other little girls would fight. No one was ever told what would really happen, and the aliens would collect the energy that came from their transformations.
It was a horrible place.
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[personal profile] rewindtime 2012-12-12 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose you're right. Hope is very important, I've come to realize.

Significantly. You'd think they would be a little wary of us, considering the power they can grant to us has to be equal to the potential dormant within us, but no. What they find interesting about us are our emotions, and manipulate us into falling into despair to increase their energy quota. To them, emotions are equivalent to a mental disorder.
It's sickening. They prey on us like lesser beings.