Oh, what-OW my face. It felt as if it just grinded against a dusty old floor, for some weird reason, my legs feel numb as well, what's going on with me? Okay, this really odd I think I just moved upwards while doing nothing which kind of goes against gravity. Oh, there's some people in front of me, maybe they'll know what's going on. Why does this man look so pissed at me? Why does the woman behind him look so concerned? There's a lot more people in my vision, all of them seem genuinely shocked. Is it me?

"What you ate was the gomu gomu no mi! The gomu gomu no mi is also called the devil fruit, after eating it you become a rubber man and you won't ever be able to swim!" Huh, this man is shouting something about gomus, I feel like this makes sense in some way yet I don't fully get the entirety of the situation. Is not being able to swim a bad thing? A lot of people are handicapped in some way yet still are thriving. Just look at savants and even physically inept people. Oh, I'm getting distracted... I actually have no idea what's going on now. Now that I've stared at this man for an uncomfortable period of time he does seem familiar and his familiarity links with the odd phrases he used.

Oh no, oh god no!

"No way...!" I nearly squealed from the revelation, it was more like a little whimper that I made.

"You dumbass!" The man screamed in return, which was unnecessary, I had understood what he wanted to tell me and the volume only made it more difficult to understand. He released his grip on me, letting me fall face first into the dust-ridden wooden floorboards. I didn't want to move, since laying down there was my best time to get some thought in without attracting too much attention.

This is a scene from One Piece. Within the fourth episode this is where the protagonist's past was discovered and his interest in becoming a pirate was nurtured. What is so interesting is that I have become said protagonist, yet oddly enough I feel so calm despite knowing that is has a big impact. That brings me to another point in my mind: I don't remember anything about myself oddly enough. How I got here, whether this is a dream, or just something else.

No, no, no! The more pressing issue is that it appears that I seem to lack... personality. Without any memories I won't be able to know who I am, even if I do remember something I can't be certain that will contribute to me becoming a sentient being capable of expressing emotion and thought properly.

My mind has become all muddled up from such an event, I've got to clear my head and organise this a lot more, then I can finally think properly. This feels almost robotic, yet my self-awareness of it doesn't seem to halt it whatsoever.

Firstly, I can conclude three things:

1. I have entered into the body of Monkey D.Luffy, whether I like it or not. It appears that I've retained my mental stability and even awareness of who I am, otherwise I wouldn't be able to be thinking like this.

2. I can for certain say that I had no social life whatsoever outside work and past-times like gaming. How I'm so sure of this is that I somehow found the time to re-watch all the episodes of One Piece about 10 times... I've wasted years of my life watching fictional characters. Fortunately for me I was able to remember quite a good chunk of it, there may be some gaps but I don't know what they are as of now.

3. My approaches appear to be logical and systematic, there's a numerous amount of possibilities to why I could be possibility in such a situation. Speaking in realistic terms, almost all include some form of science, such as medically induced comas and even such a thing as hypnosis, although if that's a science is questionable. Other concepts could be virtual reality, this could all just be a single experience in a miniscule amount of time stretched out over a long period. The last one sounds silly.

I can't even tell what gender I used to be.

"Luffy, get up!" Red-haired Shanks, not quite the charming name, I do apologise for why your parents named you such a thing but it's clear that it's not a source of low self-esteem. Well, frankly my character should be trying to do something outrageous at this point, but... considering I have now a say in what he does, I don't feel like impulsive reactions are exactly the way to save the day.

"Don't wanna." Simple answers are my best bet at this point, I'm pretty sure if I say anything with at least some thought in it I'll draw suspicion to who I am and violent red-head over here might not like that idea.

"Come on, get up!" Well, lucky for me he picked me up again, by the leg, I don't know why but being rubber is really uncomfortable. I thought the person would just get the ability to be comfortable with it along with all the other weird qualities.