- Joined
- Sep 26, 2019
You DIE.
And then you wake up.
You look at your hands. They're your hands, alright, but they're... small. Moving them around feels weirdly constrained, like they really should be bigger, but they aren't. You look around, and you recognize what you see. Your parent/guardian comes in and wishes you a happy birthday. You're finally three whole years old! Wow! It's your special day!
Your consciousness, along with your memories, have been transplanted into your 3-year-old self, on your third birthday. Nothing else carries over, and even your muscle memory's questionable, considering you're used to being in an older body. Your memories from your old life remain, but feel like a dream. You get the inkling to write down as much as you can remember. You've got a loose knowledge of what happens in the world, and your life, for the next (your age when you died -3) years.
What do you write down? What do you tell people? Do you tell anyone anything? Who would even believe you? (don't powerlevel)
And then you wake up.
You look at your hands. They're your hands, alright, but they're... small. Moving them around feels weirdly constrained, like they really should be bigger, but they aren't. You look around, and you recognize what you see. Your parent/guardian comes in and wishes you a happy birthday. You're finally three whole years old! Wow! It's your special day!
Your consciousness, along with your memories, have been transplanted into your 3-year-old self, on your third birthday. Nothing else carries over, and even your muscle memory's questionable, considering you're used to being in an older body. Your memories from your old life remain, but feel like a dream. You get the inkling to write down as much as you can remember. You've got a loose knowledge of what happens in the world, and your life, for the next (your age when you died -3) years.
What do you write down? What do you tell people? Do you tell anyone anything? Who would even believe you? (don't powerlevel)