《A Thrill Seeker Gets Reborn in Another World》


 The Fall

    A wise man once said, "Why so serious?" I concur. I think life should be relaxing so I wholeheartedly agree.


    Really, why so serious?


    That said, I''m currently in the middle of free soloing up a mountain.


    While I truly believe that life should be relaxing, I also believe that life is something that''s full of contradictions. One such contradiction is me, right now, in the middle of free soloing up a mountain, which is the complete opposite of relaxing.


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    If you ask me to explain myself, I don''t really have much of a reason. It''s just that, you can only be a potato for long, you know? I sort of felt like I needed to recharge so I picked up climbing as a hobby.


    I guess it''s something like easy living only has value in reference to hard times. Otherwise, it''d just be mindless decadence and you''d end up feeling aimless and depressed and stuff. You know what I always say; live easy--die hard.


    Speaking of dying hard, that really stung. I feel a sharp pain in my hand. I''m confident I was just bitten by something that was living in the crevice I was holding onto. Not cool, bro.


    Ahh... my arm is getting numb.


    There goes my grip.


    And now I''m falling.. Well, this sucks.


    Fuck you, reptile thing that bit me. Actually, you''re probably a snake.


    Eat shit, Snake.


    Well, I guess it''s probably another 8 or 9 seconds before impact.


    I''m know I seem relatively composed as I''m explaining all of this, but rest assured that I''m most definitely freaking the fuck out.


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    [Splat]


    At least, I assume I went splat. It could''ve just been a loud thump, actually. Honestly, I don''t really know since I sort of, you know, died.

 Nani?!

    ...And that, my friends, is how I died.


    It''s quite unfortunate.


    What''s interesting, though, is that my consciousness still exists. I can''t speak or do anything, but I''m still cognizant.


    Neat.


    I guess I''ll either fizzle away into nothing sooner or later or my mind will just sort of exist forever and I''ll keep floating about, thinking random thoughts and slowly go insane.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Shouldn''t complain, though. At least I still exist.. sort of.


    Not existing can be pretty scary, man. Like, existing was one of the few things I was genuinely good at back when I was still alive, you know? Been existing even before it was cool.


    Gotta say though, it''s really easy to lose track of time in this place. I know it''s been quite a while since I died, but that''s pretty much all I can gather. I don''t really know how much time has passed.


    Oh, well.


    The thing that really ruffles my jammies is how goddamn BORING it is. I mean, a man can only reminisce so much, you know? It''s not like I even have that many memories worthy of reminiscing to begin with.


    ...Sigh.


    It was an insignificant and pointless life I led, but it was my life and I mostly liked it.


    Dear God, this is got to be the millionth time I''ve had this same fucking revelation. Just gently lull me to sleep and put me out of my misery already!!


    ...Hmm? That''s weird..


    What''s up with that bright light over there?