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Even Death Grew Tired of Killing Me

Even Death Grew Tired of Killing Me
I died.
Again.
[System Notice: You have died.]
The message appeared so often that I stopped reading it after a while. The font never changed. The tone was always polite. Death, apparently, had excellent customer service.
Fire. Poison. Betrayal. Execution.
Death and I had cleared every route together.
[Cause of Death: Fatal.]
By my tenth death, I was annoyed.
By my thirtieth, bored.
[Death Count: 876]
[Tip: Avoid dying.]
By the time I reached my hundredth death, the system stopped offering advice.
[Death Count: 9870]
[No tips available.]
That was when I realized something was wrong.
Or rather…
Death itself was starting to give up.
[System Error.]
[Respawn Failed.]
…Huh.
Even Death, it seemed, gives up.
