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[cultivatingsin]

What's the worst thing that has ever happened to you?

[Please, go into detail. Hearing about the misery of others is a bonding experience for him.]

How did you handle it? Did you get revenge? Could you get revenge?

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[usedforcepalm]

Why do you want to know something like that?

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[cultivatingsin]

It's important to be vulnerable. Strip back the layers and we can bond, right?

[usedforcepalm]

Maybe you should lead by example to help us all feel more comfortable with sharing stories with you.

[She's eleven and this is still setting off her sketchy person radar.]

[cultivatingsin]

I would just scare people off with my stories.

[She's smart. He's bad news most of the time.]

And if I changed any details, I would be lying!

[usedforcepalm]

Scary stories can be interesting, so please share. You were kind enough to warn people that it could be scary in advance. Anyone who doesn't want to read it can look away.

[cultivatingsin]

How old are you? I don't wanna give you nightmares if you're a kid.

[usedforcepalm]

Forty two. I doubt I will get nightmares from reading a story.

[She decides to volunteer her father's age rather than her own.]

[cultivatingsin]

You're older than I am! Well alright, then.

When I was a kid, a man promised me treats if I delivered a letter for him. I could never afford candy, so I rarely got to taste it back then. I delivered his letter like he asked and for my trouble I was pulled out into the street and pummeled. I didn't care. I knew I would be getting my treats. So I went back to the noble who sent me on the task in the first place, begging him to give me what he promised. He instead hit me with his whip and then drove over my hand with his cart.

Years later, I killed his entire sect.