I don't know what "socialism" is but it helps that it's a really small village and we don't value stuff that much, so it's not hard to replace some stuff with something just as good. If you can't, usually the other troll will forgive you if you're genuinely sorry. So we don't need some special...punishment place.
Also, if you did something really bad, the whole village would be mad at you. I'm probably the only one in the village that could deal with that kind of rejection but I used to be the town crank. I'm the weird one.
[Social pressure is a pressure. Nobody wants the entire village to be mad at them.]
Everyone shares because we have to take care of each other to get by. I didn't for years but...again, town crank. Resources are pretty good where we are, but we're small, everything else is still out to get us.
I don't know what else to tell you. My people are extremely trusting. Too trusting, honestly. [Which absolutely is clearly not the case for him, given his reaction upon showing up.] We mostly tell the truth, we don't hurt each other, everyone hugs once an hour, and hurting someone else's feelings is something everyone freaks out if they realize they've done.
Well, everyone else. Yet again. [He points to himself.] Town crank.
[He sits down on a wooden block and shrugs a shoulder.]
But it kind of makes sense that they're the way they are. I don't think we could've survived everything if hurting each other wasn't the most awful thing we could think of. You don't tunnel your way through a tree, go on the run, and rebuild a society if that's not the case.
Really hurting each other in a way we can't take back would be a pretty Bergen thing to do.
[It's a combination of being a small community where social pressure has power, being an inherently naive, kind, community-oriented, frolicking woodland critter people...]
[And, well, the fact they're ostensibly refugees from a bad situation that only survived mentally, socially, and physically intact by valuing each other aggressively to counterbalance how disposable they were.]
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Also, if you did something really bad, the whole village would be mad at you. I'm probably the only one in the village that could deal with that kind of rejection but I used to be the town crank. I'm the weird one.
[Social pressure is a pressure. Nobody wants the entire village to be mad at them.]
Everyone shares because we have to take care of each other to get by. I didn't for years but...again, town crank. Resources are pretty good where we are, but we're small, everything else is still out to get us.
I don't know what else to tell you. My people are extremely trusting. Too trusting, honestly. [Which absolutely is clearly not the case for him, given his reaction upon showing up.] We mostly tell the truth, we don't hurt each other, everyone hugs once an hour, and hurting someone else's feelings is something everyone freaks out if they realize they've done.
Well, everyone else. Yet again. [He points to himself.] Town crank.
[He sits down on a wooden block and shrugs a shoulder.]
But it kind of makes sense that they're the way they are. I don't think we could've survived everything if hurting each other wasn't the most awful thing we could think of. You don't tunnel your way through a tree, go on the run, and rebuild a society if that's not the case.
Really hurting each other in a way we can't take back would be a pretty Bergen thing to do.
[It's a combination of being a small community where social pressure has power, being an inherently naive, kind, community-oriented, frolicking woodland critter people...]
[And, well, the fact they're ostensibly refugees from a bad situation that only survived mentally, socially, and physically intact by valuing each other aggressively to counterbalance how disposable they were.]