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im scared
i want to leave


Author: 蟒｣豎溯■螟ｪ驛
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someone read me a story

Author: 蟒｣豎溯■螟ｪ驛
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Author: 霑ｽ謾ｾ縺輔ｌ縺溷･ｳ
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March 5, Keio 77

Starting today, I shall record in this diary all the odd happenings I have come to see and hear.

I am presently in a bizarre ruin called "The Cage" where I find myself working as a guide. A creature in western attire who calls himself "Carrier" has thrust this job upon me. I did not ask for it, nor do I want it.

All those I guide ultimately transform into swords.

"Does this world transform people into swords?" I ask Carrier. "This is not like any world you know," he replies. "You are neither sword nor human."

Author: Pale Man
Alert Level: Monitoring  

April 23, Keio 77

During my time within The Cage, I have frequently seen swords be carried off to somewhere — the swords which once were human.

"From whence have those blades come?" I ask Carrier. "For what reason are they kept in The Cage?"

"Those are blades forged by Akorde," he replies proudly. "We keep people's sins — their history, one could say — via the swords."

When I inquire about Akorde, Carrier panics. "Oh dear, oh gracious. I have joked too much."

Not long after, Carrier perished. As I stood there in a stupor, a new Carrier appeared as though nothing had ever happened.

Author: Pale Man
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June 30, Keio 77

This must be a dream. I remain still in The Cage, leading a man who is the spitting image of myself. Thus do I wield a sword as well, for I am a criminal, bearing sins.

The man speaks, "My home was a prison. I escaped and set fire to a village of folk who worshipped me as the son of god."

I ask, "Did the villagers not give chase when you fled your home?"

He laughs, "I was forever locked within the depths of my dwelling. No villager knew my face."

Once I finish my guidance, I find a Carrier and ask, "Am I also a swordbearer?"

He replies, "That man is a different you."

A different me? What could it mean?

Author: Pale Man
Alert Level: Monitoring