Rantoul and Die. The mistakes make the man?

In the awesome Amoralists production of Rantoul or Die we (the audience) get to be flies on the wall in a dark world where characters struggles with their mistakes and their nature, in both incredibly comedic and tragic ways.

PXP asks: Speaking of their mistakes:

How did that help us get to know them? What did the play make you realize about your own mistakes (or even, your nature)?