"Hello? Are there any drugs? Because I think I'm on an illegal one."
"Ack! Da fuck!? Am I on LSD?! A blue blox! Really! Can't you be a little more creative drugged mind?"
The black void was filled with light, as I gazed apon the stary skies, orbiting around a green planet, with a red continent out of the eight, and a large amount of fog in a single place "This is more like it, 7/10, would drug again."
"From a drug overdose, I presume." I added on.
"Tch, no shit sherlock, what a way to ruin the moment man. You didn't see how I was having a drug gag going on? You just ruined it! Apologize!" I yelled with anger.
"Don't ignore me! You can run, but you can't hide from the truth that you're just a box which I could kick." I said to get over the fact that I had died, yes, I knew the whole time that I died of old age.
It's called comedy, using darkness to create laughter!
"Don't ignore me! You hear me! You will rue the day you messed with me!"
"Inny, minny, miney, mo, fuck you, I'm picking two."
"At least tell me what it's like there!"
At least it's interesting, but I'm still salty it's ignoring me, partially.
"Sentient I guess, not like I know what that even means."
...It'd be fun to be an elf, probably a long life span, great talent. But they're probably going to complain about me trying to 'destroy mother earth' If I start logging instead of making a tree house, or are going to whine about how 'Animals are people too!' when I start eating meat. They could also be extremely nieave and think that fighting back would be extremely bad... Or their entire race could be enslaved.
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Dwarves... They could be the cool drunks hidden in the earth, or they could be with extremely sickly underground, black-skined (Litterally black, the color black, not brown), maybe looking like a weird skin windego without the skull. Or their entire race is enslaved.
Humans are 100% greedy, short-lived, horny, fast growing, overall weaker than the other races on average, but one guy should be or would be able to destroy every other race as if they were children.
The only one I can be sure about is humans, because their characteristics are consistently not to bad or to good compared against the other race's, who may need the blood of children to persist another day "Humans then."
"Oh boy! It sure is great around here!"
I was about to give a normal name, but then remembered that nobles had last names "What's my last name?"
How do I make a name fitting that? Make it rhyme I'm sure, but the name being 'Bottle' wouldn't be fitting... 'Payne'? No, this is fantasy, or a fever dream, I need to use my imagination...
"My name is Able!" I'm 'Proud' of this one, really matches the fantasy setting!
Yea, I'd like that, let's tell it that too. Wait, what?
It read my mind? That terrible! My privacy is ruined! Ruined I say! Death to the box, I say!
So, jokes aside, I looked through the skills, tried to. There were way to many for me to actually see them all, praise be the filters! I first made this 'essence' thing not show up as a cost, pretty much making it that only things that costed skill points appeared. Then made it only show things that costed 1 skill point.
There were still way to many, so many skills, so I changed the filter from 'All skill types' to 'Information gathering'
Then there were still way to many, but if I just looked at 'Normal names', the most 'Jack of all trades' type skill I could find was 'Inspect'. It was the best I could find, without me sitting in that void for years, if there even was something better.
"No!"
"I want to be immortal!"
"How dare you! That hurt my feelings."
"I wish I could."
I felt myself fall into the abyss, not of the stars, but of the original one. I mean, I'm sleepy, and I couldn't stop myself from falling into slumber "So this is what's happening."
I felt annoyance, but there was nothing I could do, litterally.
Everything went black, and then a thump could be heard, obviously a heartbeat.
My body was already developed, and I was being pushed towards the light, which of course lead to childbirth, which I do not want to explain or discribe for reasons pertaining to sanity and shame.
The woman I came out of, and the man which was looking at me happily were of about the same age, about 25-ish years old. They should be the parents, the maid which helped pull me out of the womb and also cutting off the umbilical cord was there too. If I'm looking at the asthetic, then it seems like it's that weird mix of eras signature to isekai.
'You can do this, you can do this!' I chanted within my mind, as I tried to speak the words 'Thot patrol!' as I looked at a maid trying her best to look attractive and show off her cleavage.
All that came out were weird cries, which placated others, as they sounded as if I was trying to cry. Which reminded me that I was a child, and that I didn't want to get executed as a baby possesed by the devil, if that was a thing. So I started crying snake tears.
The two parents were placated, and I was brought to a crib in a different room. There was a window there, and it had a moon, not two, just one.
Phew, I was scared for a moment, you have any clue how chaotic sea currents would be with two moons? Not a fun level of chaos, but unpredictibility to a level to high. My shipping routes would be ruined! Shipping routes are a basis of transport! And merchantilizm too.
This all brought me great relief, and the fact that the room was nice and clean was good too, no polio.
Actually, that might be a bad thing. Since, if I get polio later on in life instead of when I'm like 0.0001 years old, I could be an 'Iron-lung' enthousiast.
I'd rather not be paraplegic, so I should find a way to infect myself with polio before I'm to old. Not that I'm an ableist of course! I just like the feeling of; Being able to feel my body from the neck down, and not sitting in a giant contraption of metal, which may be a death machine if it doesn't use proper schematics as it's blueprint.
Fun fact, I don't know how to make an Iron lung by heart. I do know how to make a revolver, even able to recite the name of every part from memory, because it's my favorate type of gun.
And guns; They're cool.
Getting off of the very disputable opinions of a dead man walking, I really needed to make sure of something '
"..."
'-'Status'?'