I died

Long ago, I dreamed of the world I would be reborn in when I died. As a writer, I imagined peak fiction, 3D characters, and hard decisions. What kind of stupid copy-paste power fantasy is this? The people here are all born with some sort of mental disability, sound like they're reading a script written by a daydreaming twelve-year-old, and-look, when I said I liked stories, I didn't mean story difficulty. Where is the struggle? The plot driver? I don't want relationships with NPCs. Well, I suppose I'll have to make things interesting with my creative mode powers.