[ WP ] When you reach the age of 25 , you will respawn back to 25 anytime you die . When you reach age 50 , you no longer respawn if you die .

I was 25 the first time I died. 
 
 I'd been drinking pretty hard with some mates for my birthday. Even though I was pretty out of it by 3 a.m., they insisted that the'birthday boy' has to drive. I'd just got a new car, so I told myself I did n't want it scratched anyway, and got behind the wheel. Ten minutes later we were wrapped around a power pole. 
 
 I woke up in my bed, screaming until my voice gave out. I freaked the hell out, and my bedroom was a wreck by the time I calmed down. 
 
 What the hell?! 
 
 We did n't make it, I knew that- there was a buzz from my phone. A text from Andy,'Happy birthday man! Let's hit up the Crown tonight and get wasted!'' 
 
 The same text that got me into this mess. I died and woke up yesterday... how does that even happen? Well, I'd just make the most of this second chance. I replied Andy,'Nah, I think I'm going to give it a miss tonight, not feeling well.' 
 
 The phone buzzed a few seconds later.'Serious? We're going tonight anyway. Come if you decide you're not a little girl.' 
 
 I put the phone down in disgust. It was about time for me to grow up anyway, I decided. Tomorrow Andy would've been dead, which makes it easy to rationalise. 
 
 I cleaned up, stopped drinking - Andy and the guys stopped talking to me after a while - and got an office job shortly after. That life - and death - became old memories. I fell in love with a nice girl I met at a cafe, Sandra, and we were getting married in spring; we were both 30 years old. 
 
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 I was 30 the second time I died. This time I was just hit by a bus. 
 
 The second time living all of this was boring, but I was n't going to jeopardise the life and woman I loved. I did the same job calls, the same interviews, and when I got the job I tried to act as close to the first time as I could remember. Even the mistakes I made, and that was hard to do on purpose. 
 
 I made it a habit to look twice, three times sometimes, before even setting foot on the road. On our third date Sandra called it'cute' that I was so cautious, but I was n't letting that happen again. 
 
 Finally, it was spring of my 30th year, and things were new again. The wedding was almost as amazing as married life turned out to be. We travelled the world, and came home to buy a brand new house and made it our home. At 40 our family was complete when Sandy gave birth to a little girl. I loved to come home from work and teach our little Allie how to count, or hear from Sandy what she'd done that day. 
 
 It was Allie's 11th birthday today, and I was on top of the world. I drove home from work humming a tune, thinking of seeing the two most beautiful girls in the world today. Sandy would bring out a big chocolate cake, and Allie would umm and ahh over which wish to make. 
 
 `` I'm home, Love! And where's the birthday girl?'' 
 
 No reply. As I went to the living room I heard sobbing. I found Allie sobbing on a pile on the ground. Wait... 
 
 `` Sandy?!'' 
 
 I pried Allie away from the pile and there she was. My wife, in all her beauty, was covered blood from her forehead and completely unmoving. She was cold. 
 
 `` H-How?'' 
 
 Allie wiped her face and pointed to the coffee table, with blood stains on a corner. `` I... I just came home and found her like this, Dad... Oh, Mum... What can we do?'' 
 
 Not her! I thought desperately, Anyone but her! I racked my brain thinking of what to do, and a memory from many years before cut sharply through my grief. I carefully let Sandy to the floor and ran up the stairs. 
 
 In our bedroom, in the bedside table drawer, was a gun. We'd agreed when we got our new house that it'd keep us safe. Never thought that I'd have to use it like this. 
 
 `` What are you doing, Daddy?'' Allie stared at me from the doorway, her eyes still red from crying. The poor girl, she came home from school hours ago. 
 
 `` It's okay sweetheart,'' I said as I raised the gun to my temple. `` I'll be seeing you soon.''
