From age 90 to 1 (The Story Begins!)

I'm layed down on the floor. "Is time moving slowly?" I feel so tired and although I'm probably hurt from falling off of my chair, I barely feel it nor mind it. I find myself thinking about my life. All this time I spent online gaming without any real friends in real life. Today is my 90th birthday. "Is this my life?"

I start to see my life layed out for me chronologically. My childhood. Being betrayed by friends, who left me behind. Growing up, working out. Getting some real friends only to lose them too. suddenly I start worrying, "Am I dying?"

Most of my life I've spent in this room playing games to escape my real life. "Is it over? That's a life too isn't it? I'm pretty f***ing good at MMORPGs! My life ment something. In fact, in any RPG you play, you get to choose who you are! You get to choose..."

While this thinking seems simplistic enough to consider every now and then, I lay down there for hours on the floor recycling this line of thought. I lay there for hours and hours, and a day almost passes.

I suddenly gain hope.

"What's next? Is there something awaiting for me after this? Is there... Another..."

"...side?" Before I finish the thought I realize that I'm impressively standing on my own two feet. My very small feet. And I cannot miss how impressive that is as I'm being complimented by a few viewers for that marvelous achievement.

"No mom, dad, you're wrong", I'm thinking, knowing proudly I finally have real parents. "What's impressive is I got all my memories bi***es! YEA! And whatever language that is, I coudn't tell yet, I can tell what you're saying anyway! I get reincarnated and I show how grateful I am by saying it like it is!"

"I'm not sure if it is the same world or not, and I dont really care. I watched WAY too much Anime and played WAY too many games to be able to get too confused by a scenario like this for even a second. If there's anybody whose prepared more than anybody else for a life in an Isekai, it is obviously me. Now let's get started, I better find out if it's actually a different world after all, since it might be the most efficient way to go about it".

"Goat!...Goat!" I manage to say out loud. "This body seems like it's been alive for some time, maybe a year?" I persume; and while I apparently understand most of what is being said to or next to me, I can't manage to fully control what I'm saying.

"Goat...? Oh! 'Go out'!" My dad catches on. "Do you want to go outside?"

"Dad, you're the G.O.A.T." I flex to myself my memories from my orginal world. "I'm not too sure how it is that I'm able to make puns like that as it's not actually english, but I don't waste too much time thinking about cosmetics like that", I think to myself proudly.

In my mind I picture the English alphabet and portrait for myself the stroke order of some Japanese kanji letters, trying to limit test if some of my memories were effected. I look around and while everything seems familier, I notice things that portrait a whole story in my head. I see a sword and a mage's staff by the closet in the living room. My parents might be some sort of monster hunters or dungeon seekers, going on to adventures together or maybe even members of a guild. "Could this really be an Isekai world? If they are not artists or cosplayers of some kind I guess."

My mom reaches to put me on my dad's shoulders, as we go outside. Our house seems to have a small garden with farming tools, and beyond that a rich vast view of land. The tools themselves are either mechanical or even relatively primitive. This is not to criticize these tools, if anything I'm one to appreciate a good digging or farming tool in RPGs. However, this observation leads me to think that this world might be of older times, as to debunk the artistic cosplay option.

As I stare at all the scenery there is something that feels quite nostalgic. The crops and nature seem like something that is both real and unreal, like a very beautiful google picture. It feels nostalgic, simplistic, and counters my common view of city's tall buildings. I close my eyes a bit to fight the sun's invasive rays.

My parents catch on to that and laugh, seemingly proud that they created life. I wonder what is their relationship like. I wonder what it feels like to love somebody so much that you raise a mutual life together. But, I'm humbled somewhat, honored even, to be that mutual life.

I can't seem to focus on what they are saying. It would take time to get used to this body. My parents seem to have finished their conversation. My mom asks: "What do you want to be when you grow up, Rune? Do you wanna be a warrior like mommy? A mage like daddy?"

"...eeh" I manage to reply with a noise, surprised a little that my mother is the one holding the sword, as I was prepared for a more cliched roles picking. I also notice a weapons' shed filled with different kinds of swords, one handed and two handed battle axes. I start thinking that maybe my mother is a total bigshot.

I stare back at the view, and suddenly I'm in tears. As I look yet again, and now I'm being less blinded by the sun rays, I notice hoping and bouncing slimes of different colors in the grass, some wild beasts that seem to roam like horses yet remind of camels, that either run or stand still, some birds with tails and no eyes flying and soaring the sky, almost painting the clearest bluest of skies in red and yellow.

"An isekai it is." I proudly preach in thought, as a realization and a declaration.