[Filtered to all but new Arrivals]Hey guys. Um, so two of the people who arrived today are from back home and both of them know me well. They're probably going to be saying some things about me that are kind of bad, so I'd like you to hear the truth from me.
I know I haven't talked about my past all that much, but it's time, whether I want to or not.
Back where I'm from it was its own special type of hell. We lived on a space station most of my life to escape the world below which had been destroyed by a nuclear war. But then that space station started failing. Then they took a hundred of us...kids under 18 who had been imprisoned for one reason or another, making us expendable...and they dropped us in a shuttle to the ground to see if we could survive the radiation. You know, like lab rats.
We did, but we weren't ready for what was down there. There were other people, and wars started. For months I tried to find peace, I tried to find a way to broker a truce between us but I don't think either side really wanted it. And finally...well...stuff inside of me broke. All we'd been through, all we suffered, all I'd lost, it just kind of...did something to me. I lost myself. Something in my mind snapped. And I ended up massacring a village of unarmed civilians. I barely remember it, but I know I did it.
So I'm a murderer. I'm worse than a murderer, actually. I'm a war criminal. Back home I'm executed for my crimes, and here, I've been trying to atone for them. I've gotten better in the last few months. Things in my mind are clearer. The world makes more sense. I'm ashamed of what I've done, but I almost feel like I don't deserve to be. I deserve death. I deserve what I got back home.
So...if you guys feel the need to throw me out of the walls, feel free. But I needed you to hear the truth from me before you hear it from them.