《Ribbit ! I became a frog.》1 - Swimming against fate
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The darkness.
I am enveloped by it. Devoured.
I'm carried off inside this nothingness. I dont know where. All i know, is i feel sleepy.
I remember i've been hit by a falling scaffolding. I've been just in time to push a girl and her kid out of the way, but not enough for me... I fell like I've lost a lot of blood... it's that bad... But if i drift away and close my eyes now, i know i will never wake up again. So i need to stay conscious.
...
I, feel numbness... It isn't good... So tired... So cold... So...
N... NO ! No matters what, i will stay awake ! Stubborness is my greatest fault and greatest pride !
I will !
I will not !
I will not sleep !
I WILL NOT SLEEP !
...
-NOT SLEEP !
...I do not know how much time i've been repeating this mantra to myself, but the tiredness is finally gone. Only... Everything around me is still the pitch black void from before. No light. No sensations. No sounds. Just an empty space...
Perhaps i'm in comatose state ? Or, more horrible, tetraplegic ? Prisonner on my own body ? SHIT !
I need to get out ! Do something !
" - ... !"
... And surely, nothing come out when i try to yell !
" - ... !!!!!"
SHIT SHIT ! I continue to yell for ten good minutes i think, until I resolve myself to start walking... Well, more like swimming my way out of here.
And you know what, when you have no point of reference, it's freaking hard to know if you're actually moving or staying in place ! But, if i don't do something, i will turn crazy from anguish, so i will move, i have to be moving !
Heave-ho !
...
And like that, time pass again.
How much ? I dont know. I don't feel thirsty, hungry, or tired. As practical it seem, in reality, it spell bad, really bad. I must be in a serious state, like the one you wont wake up from... Crap, surely, i'm not... ?
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No, no, no, i need to still have hope... If not, doing nothing mean i die, really... And now that i think about it, actually, i'm still thinking and remembering clearly everything about me, so at least my brain still work, right ? So there IS actually a possibility to wake up ! The hope exist !
Ok, so, for now ! Let's resume swimming the fuck out of here ! Even if it's only in a metaphorical way, and i actually do nothing, it keep my cerebral activity on track and give me a goal ! Here, in a different style, even ! The stroke ! The crawl ! Butterfly ! Frog-style swimming !
...
And, again, a unknown bunch of time passed.
I think i would gain a gold medal if i was in a swimming marathon. I tried everything i remembered about differents swimming style, even the strange dolphin one i barely seen one time in a old internet video... Well, you need to pass time like this, so you can keep your sanity up, right ? Remembering old videos and replaying old movies in your head, to help you stop thinking about depressing thoughts, you know ? And, when i was remembering some old The simpsons joke...
... i spotted a little light flying away, in a corner of my vision.
I instantly changed my cap, or for all i know tried to do it and crawled my way in this direction. I don't know what is it, but it's a damn moving thing and it's not me ! I dont know if it's a metamor... Meta... Well i'm too excited to think straight anymore, but it must mean a way to wake up from this black hole zone ! I will not let you escape ! TAÏAUT !!
And that damn light-thing sure fly fast, but with all my training, i'm fly-swimming much faster ! And in a short bunch of time, i'm already on her heels, or the equivalent for her ! I'm close to it, so i can now observe it further. It's a white light bulb, leaving behind a long light trail who look like a tail.
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Almost like a sper- Ho, it finally spotted me and is suddenly trying to accelerate !
But too bad, my friend, i'm still faster !
I chase her for some time until i'm able to position myself just on top of her... And i seize her with my arms.
When i do it, the light instantly vanish in myself, like some ice pushed against a hot flame, and a foreign sensation begin to seize me.
Then, the empty void around me begin to vanish.
Yeah ! I'm waking up, finally !
I sense the breath of life again and some old sensations beginning to tickle my sense of touch. Some mild heat also start to permeate me, and I found myself wrapped in a white cocoon. It feel quite stuffed in here, but the fact that my sense are now back and kicking franckly overjoy me ! Even the sensation of being extremely feeble is pushed away in a corner of my mind, because it's pretty normal since i must have slept for a really long time, right ? The muscles must have been atrophied from lack of exercise.
I quickly try to push against this white cocoon. I need to let them know I'm awake !
For some reason, i still cant muster any strenght from my arms, so it leave me with only my head to try to push my way out instead. The sensation when touching the white membrane feel really slimy and sticky... What is that, some new medical technic ? Well, dont care, it worked, good job about that doctor bro ! Now, i need to get out !
I cant wait to see people again, after what have feel so long for me !
Finally, the cocoon broke, and i am free !
I open my eyes wide and start calling for people.
But.
What await me is a really, really, sad disillusion...
Welcome to the plane of ΔŸŒ╙█√≡⌡
Advantages of a sentient mind have been preserved.
Status of the host have been adapted to be presented in a comfortable manner for the soul to understand it. Now annoncing pre-incarnation rewards.
You have successfully seized the possibility to live again, while being a drifting soul !
You have successfully retained your memory and sanity withouth any decay after death !
You have successfully trained your spirit through pure stubbornness to strive and become something greater !
Permeating effects on the new host...
WHAT IS THIS ?
A blue screen appeared before me the moment i opened my eyes. It's a Windows error on the medical stuff ? I cant process what's happening anymore !!
You have gained the title [Ancient soul] !
You have gained the title [swimming in the nether] !
You have gained the title of [Against everything, i still persist] !
You have gained the title of [Tadpole] !
What ? What is this ?
Status : normal (shocked) (just born) Name : [no name yet] EXP : 0.0 % Level : 1 Specie : Tadpole stade 1 (common frog specie)
HP : 5
MP : 5
Sta : 2
Titles : [Ancient soul] [swimming in the Nether] [Against everything, i still persist] [Tadpole]
Strength
Stamina
Dexterity
Speed
Intelligence
Charisma
Soul
Magic
1
2
1
1
50
2
550
5
Skills Tiny 1 - - Growing 1 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Special skills : Innate swimming*, Soul pouch*, Immuable* Equipment : -
Okaaaay, everything is clear now ! The mystery resolved itself ! Haha. I'm dead. Haaaahaha. And in another world, to boot. And i'm not even human anymore... HahahahahaaaAAaaaaaaa...
A little tadpole passed out and sunked at the bottom of the pond, while his brothers and sisters were trying their best to swim out of their own eggs, this day.
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