[ WP ] You live in a world where the day of your death is on your body . You are also extremely bored at the moment , and have begun to test whether or not you have control over your death time .

I put a pen in each nostril of my nose pointy side up, looked at the desk, and slammed my face eraser first into it. 
 
 
 Pain 
 Pain 
 Nothing 
 
 and I was back again, the pencils slipping out of my nose and my body no worse for where. I opened my drawer and took out a ball of rubber bands. I started slipping them around my neck, the pressure becoming harder and harder to bare until I could n't breath. 
 
 Pain 
 Pain 
 Nothing 
 
 Half the rubber bands broke off without a hitch and the pressure left immediately. Goddammit. I peered over my desk to see if anyone had noticed yet. Nope, 40 others in cubicles across the room perfectly oblivious. I leaned back and opened up my drawer. Stapler. That would just be painful, lets find something lethal. I looked down to see some of my lighter fluid, perfect. It might make a mess, but whats do I have to lose? I looked into my drawer and got a match as well, did n't want to ruin a perfectly good lighter. I downed the lighter fluid in one swig before sending the lit match down with it. My insides burned. 
 
 Pain 
 Pain 
 Nothing 
 
 And I was back again, no worse for where. I looked on my index finger to see my death day again. October 23rd 2042, years and years away. I opened up my drawer...
