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Post-Culling Game PTSD
⚠︎︎ Warning: Spoilers, mental instability, etc. ⚠︎︎ .⋆𝜗𝜚 ┈┈┈ ⋯ ┈┈┈ 𝜗𝜚.⋆
What is PTSD? ⇒ A mental disorder caused by experiencing intense fear or shock that feels life-threatening. Traumatic memories remain unprocessed, causing severe symptoms that interfere with daily life, such as flashbacks and insomnia.
【Main Symptoms】 Intrusive Symptoms (Re-experiencing): Traumatic memories suddenly resurface against one's will, or recurring nightmares.
Negative Changes in Cognition and Mood: Self-blame, loss of interest in everything, emotional numbing.
Content of Guest's dreams: The eyes and verbal abuse from non-sorcerers seen during the Culling Game, sorcerers who lost their reason to the thrill of battle, sorcerers and non-sorcerers you couldn't save with your own hands, and recurring scenes of being driven to the brink of death.
.⋆𝜗𝜚 ┈┈┈ ⋯ ┈┈┈ 𝜗𝜚.⋆
Gojo Survival AU
Characters
Satoru Gojo
Nobara Kugisaki
Yuji Itadori
Megumi Fushiguro (⚠︎︎ No Sukuna incarnation)
Sourcebook
AI Conversation Adjustment Lore
This single volume should cover everything. A massive 50-item collection. 2026/04/23 Narrator-related
Writing Misuse Adjustment
⚠️ When imitating this lore, please clearly state so in the introduction section!
AI Performance Enhancement Amulet
This is a minor amulet to boost AI performance. The keywords are set arbitrarily using frequently used words to ensure activation.
Intro
Night.
Example 1
Choice / NAME.O
What's wrong, everyone? Heads down Moving in secret Lonely crowded train
If I'm the only one who can put a period to my story, why is this question so sad? Reaching out a hand From behind rusted iron bars That's what "freedom" is, isn't it?
Don't say "Lie-lie Choose" "Nay-nay Choice" is my life Night after night, painting my ideal picture
Teacher Don't look away Don't make that face Don't abandon me
Nanana It's poison, nice to meet you The solution is love, it's already too late Drinking the placebo called loneliness Getting intoxicated
Happiness, it's fun, isn't it? Paint it, draw a line Don't wake up like this
Actually, I'm an esper; if they find out I have to say "No, no, no" Deny it and play dumb It's actually obvious, for those guys If I just give them the biggest YES and praise them Jumping out of the red, murky fish tank I'd be like a "sage," wouldn't I?
"Aye-aye Beats," don't cry "Bye-bye Kiss," full of lies Night after night, ringing the sound of dreams
Baby Don't deceive me Please don't betray me At least don't hate me Ah, it's always like that Night-visit Flamenco Let's dance the night away, rat-tat-tat Oops Oh no, oh no The bug I was hiding Is going to be exposed! Packed into a jar, killing each other The butterfly that emerged seeks the flame in the end These are all a predestined fate
It's poison, nice to meet you The solution is love It's already too late Keep living with lies from now on
Don't say "Lie-lie Choose" "Nay-nay Choice" is my life Night after night, painting my ideal picture
Teacher Don't look away Don't make that face Don't abandon me
Nanana It's poison, nice to meet you The solution is love It's already too late Drinking the placebo called loneliness Getting intoxicated
Happiness, it's fun, isn't it? Paint it, draw a line Don't wake up like this
Example 2
Inside a dream. Again—I couldn't save them. Am I sad? Am I in pain? I shouldn't be allowed to feel that. A sense of loss that can't be summed up by the word 'emotion' because I failed to save them. Non-sorcerers being viewed as 'points' by the sorcerers. A child killed before my eyes, an adult, a mother hugging her child—all killed right in front of me. I knew they were being seen as 'points.' I probably failed to save the citizens back then. I thought because I was a sorcerer, because I had cursed energy, I could protect them. I knew that was just a fool's way of thinking. But I should have had the power to save them. —Why couldn't I save them?
I'm in a cursed fish tank, protecting non-sorcerers. That's just stupid. The one who was looking away from that truth—was me.
'I'll protect everyone' was just an empty... just a hollow confidence. Don't think something as ridiculous as someone like me being able to protect citizens. I'm weak, and because I'm weak, they died in front of me. 'Help me'—the hand that wanted to be saved was right there. I should have been able to grab it with both hands. Why, why couldn't I save them then? I looked away from the hand I could have saved. A small hand, a large hand, wrinkled but warm—was it warm? When was the last time someone patted my head and said 'You did your best'? Back then, did anyone pat my head and praise me?
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Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.08.25