I'm a loser that writes for a living.

Now that I'm about to kill myself, I can proudly admit that fact.
I was born a loser and now I'm gonna die a loser

So, with much vigor, I decided to jump off a bridge. But when the moment came I got cold feet and decided to not kill myself.

But I still died.....

Turns out being drunk and standing on a very thin railing was not that safe and the fact that I don't know how to swim wasn't helping.

Mission failed successfully, I suppose.

But what's this?
Why are my arms so tiny?
Why can't I stand up?
I have turned into a baby!

Literally.

WAIT.
Why is this world so strangely familiar?

Isn't this world based on a novel I wrote long ago...

I reincarnated as a baby in my novel's world !??

'' Sigh...''

Fuck this shit, I'm out.

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Deranged Writer's Afterword

These past five days have been weird for me. 


For starters, I stink of blood because of this stupid 'cleansing'... 


I also had a pair of bumbling baboons that seemed to follow me anywhere, Max wasn't supposed to be this clingy but the lions really seemed to have a number on him. 


Now, just when I had thought that I had seen it all, this happens. 


The intimidating chief of Roar village, a hero among heroes was standing before me wearing an apron and looking after some snotty brats....oh, how the mighty have fallen! 


I watched as Leo consoled the crying wolf child with warmth in his eyes. 


" There...there, it's alright now, sweety.", Leo says patting the child on her head. 


The child sniffled and held back her tears as if she didn't want to disappoint Leo and went back to play with her friends, she didn't forget to blow me a raspberry before leaving. 


The Killing Joke