{Welcome to Our game.}

  What the heck was happening!?

  Female voice: [Shush, shush, it's ok Ray, shush, shush]

  My "mother" rocked me, trying to calm me down.

  Surprisingly, it was working, as I started relaxing and closed my eyes.

  When I woke, I was back in the cage, which I realized was a crib.

  {Welcome to Our game.}

  The message remains, as though expecting my input.

  I tried touching the window, but my small uncoordinated hand just passes through the window.

  ?Small uncoordinated hand?

  Ok, one thing at a time.

  Next, I tried thinking about touching the window?

  The window winked out of existence, and a new window popped into existence.

  {You have been chosen to be the Golden Lamb for our game.}

  It faded out of existence when I finish reading it, and another opened.

  {We grant you the boon of the Golden Fleece in this new world, survive longer for our entertainment.}

  WHAT THE HECK!

  {The goal of Our game is for our champions to hunt you down and kill you.}

  {Entertain us well, lamb.}

  The window disappears and no new ones appear, but I catch a fading message in the corner of my eye.

  ~~~System reboot complete, integrating into a new world.~~~

  I was momentarily awestruck.

  This was just a lot to process.

  Chosen for their game?

  My last memory was of a meteor heading towards me.

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  Did I get reincarnated, like in those novels I used to read?

  Did the curators of this game somehow kill me with a meteor and bring me here for this?

  {*Ding* Investigation skill up.}

  …

  Ok, now even more to process…

  Someone murdered me, brought me here, then I woke up to seeing beings I assume are ?my parents?, and my [System] was rebooting and integrating?

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  Hu?

  This was less like my character sheet and more like a computer menu.

  …

  Well, it says menu at the top…

  Wow… that's my name here?

  I pitied, presumably, my father for that name, but hey, I got to keep my given name from my former life by chance.

  Let's see… my race is lamb?

  I looked again at my small hands.

  Yup, they are definitely hands.

  And I swear that the hands I felt from my mother were hands and not hooves.

  Lamb… lamb… hmmm maybe by lamb it means something like a sheep-demi-human?

  {*Ding* Analysis skill up.}

  Hu?

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  My system menu changed, and I got a new skill, whatever that is.

  That was cool, though.

  Could it give me more details about these skills?

  I tried focusing on the [Analysis lv 1] skill.

  {Analysis: Lets you analyze things}

  Wow, that was un-specifically helpful…

  What about the other skills?

  {Investigate: You can investigate things.}

  {Golden Fleece: ?Gives you yellow hair?}

  {*Ding* Analysis skill up.}

  {*Ding* Investigate skill up.}

  Yay… more… skill… uuuppppppssss…

  Exhausted, before falling asleep again, I glance at my system menu again.

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