It has beeeeeeeeeen, thirty years since I reincarnated? Wait, let me check the System clock.... ... ... Thirty two years, huh. Y'know, by now you'd think I'd be some super powerful character with a whole gaggle of idiotic*cough* super nice females who all seem content to share me for...plot reasons? Fanservice? Author-fantasy-fufillment? 

Regardless, safe to say, neither of those things have happened. Aaaactually, nothing has. No, really. I've been on the floor of this cave the entire time.

It's been very, very...very boring. Since then I've played through all the little games on my Status Screen at every difficulty, read all the info-dump pages available to me, even wrote a few books to pass the time. That was a while ago, been about four years since I actually did...anything. Before deciding to write down my errant thoughts in the note screen I hadn't even had a thought for about five or so months.

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 Now then, you may be asking why I decided to start this little journal on the first place. Weeeell, some people have finally arrived! They set up this little camp around me, and have been merrily chatting along for the last hour. 

(Consider this the temp. prologue, subject to change if I decide to seriously tackle this story)