of a Game I used to Play All the Time When I Was A Kid On a 16-bit Console, And Not Only That, I Was Reincarnated As A Low-Tier Aquatic Enemy In An Underwater Level!!" [~I Wasn't Even Reincarnated Into the Second Game, Which Is the Best One in the Series~]
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...Who I am, or what I am doesn't exactly matter too much.

To be honest, even my previous past life's death doesn't even have that much meaning either,
or else I would have been reincarnated into a world that has men with missing teeth
threatening to stab me with needles in it or something like that.
No, my last death I don't see has anything to do with the current situation I am in.
But I can give a little bit of insight of what I was doing just before it was over, to only perhaps give some background.

I was just living each day from one day to the next, without a real goal or plan in sight anymore.
I just began to live everyday just living in the moment,
and I was fine with that. After the start of the new year,
I had realized by my age that it was too late for me to really get into something and pay also for a living,
so why not live just enjoying the little things that life had to offer?
I just was never suited out for competition,
and that's probably something that's just part of my core personality.
At the time, that was the best choice I could make to survive and not go crazy and perish myself
within the society I was surviving in.

I do used to remember thinking about how, if only I had been born as a human far,
far more advanced in the future than the time period I was in,
then things would probably had been a lot more different for me and other people's living standards and quality of life.
But for that previous life, simply I was just born into a time when things just
weren't advanced enough related to human society and work-life balance, and what can you really even do about that?

Anyways, that's all in the past. And I can never go back to that life,
or even want to experience it again. What's done is done.
What's amazing though, is that in this present incarnation,
I can still remember my past life...
so far! But when I was in my past incarnation, I couldn't really remember any other past lives,
except for fragments in my dreams, but I never
connected the two,
and how could I have when humans from that period don't even understand fully what dreams are.
I must have had many, many lives now that I think about it.
Maybe sometime in the future, I will be able to start remembering more and more incarnations
as if one consciencious instead of separated and fragmented memories between different personas.

As for what I am now, is something that doesn't even seem real but from everything I can gather and understand
so far that I have been conscious of my existence,
is that this is in fact reality;
I have been reincarnated inside of one of the games I used to play when I was a kid!

...Which is, to say the least, seemingly impossible or hard to understand,
because like most people from that time period, I didn't even know or understand the concept
that I could be even reincarnated into a literal video game.


In my past life, in that reality, it was common knowledge that video games
weren't technically real, in that they were just things created by people for entertainment,
and that the objects
within those screens did not have any sentience;
not even that of a single-celled organism to compare to.
They weren't tangible places, only fictionous.
There was a clear distinction between reality and non-reality (well for most, but for some there really wasn't)


Even to me, this changes everything now that I had previously have thought would be possible.

If I try to imagine other's reactions to this scenario, it would be similar to how I started processing my situation;
"Wow, I'm in one of the video games I really liked! This is so much better than the daily grind of mundane normal life!"

But things start to fall apart, or perhaps into place,
when the realization hits that you don't even get to be the main character,
or your own individual person, but rather, you're the low-class forgettable enemy among many just like you.
It also starts to hit when I realize that I don't even really have control over
anything that I can do."







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...prologue end.




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The absense of time.


There may or may not be someone other than myself here,
but in the slight chance that there is someone out there reading,
or listening, or transcribing this information that is in my mind, and who is outside of my present
reality as a passive observer, I might as well go into more details
of my current existence anyways, since there is not much to do as it is in this state at the
moment. It is also good to curve off
the imminent creeping of insanity, in any case.

To recap over to the uninitiated or those popping in just now,
I have unfortunately been seemingly reincarnated as a mere octopus-like enemy from a television
video game I played when I was younger. Even now the name is starting to escape me,
as my past life is slipping by my memory into dust particles of nothingness.
The unfortunate part I remember was that I wasn't
someone who stood out or did anything noteworthy of being remembered by my species,
so there will never be record of me
and my memories of that time. I just did things like enjoying myself with games, and that really wasn't too
important to anybody else.

Anyways, the game itself did involve ape-like creatures who had traits more of human than
animal
, and very good music that I would leave on to just to listen to that.

I'm not sure where to even properly start, so I will note things on a go-by
basis so I can myself get more
grounded in my situation, otherwise I might start decaying into some-form
of insanity as previously said.
I really will have to just have hope there is someone other than me who is
able to interpret these words however
they are able; that I am not truly alone in here. There I go already. Okay.

Pretend that this is an interview, or a documentary and will be consumed by many other minded individuals.
Comparing my current self to my past life experience,
I could only see from what was called first-person view,
as in I could only see from my eyes on my face directly, except when I was sleeping and had dreams,
but that's something else entirely on its own
In this reality, however, I know that I AM the octopus-like enemy,
but I am not seeing directly from its point of view.
I'm looking at this as how I did when I would play the game, via a screen. But in this case the screen doesn't move, the
perspective doesn't change,
and I just watch myself going 'round and 'round in my same directory pattern, never
altering my
course. Some would argue,
myself as well, how this could even be considered as
myself as this sprite since I am not seeing out of it nor can I control it,
but like seeing a door open
on it's own, you just instintively know what is and what it is, and question
it all you might you know it is what is true inside.

The "very good" music I mentioned earlier is playing on repeat; the instrumental
music has an airy feel to it,

an ethereal smoothness in its transgressions. You could tell the music
was made to be used for its
purpose of showcasing through sound a watery, mythical and slightly somber world.
Despite how good this one track is, I am truthfully a bit scared that since
it hasn't stopped at all yet,
that it may drive me eventually closer to....not liking it.
I'm going to be an optomistic for a quickie that at LEAST it wasn't the music from th