[ WP ] You 've been trapped in a `` Groundhog Day '' style loop for years . After your most destructive loop yet , you stop looping .

It was fun at first. 
 
 Well, that's not quite true. After I initially realized that I was in the loop, I was terrified out of my mind. I went about the looping day in the same manner as I had before, hoping against hope that it was just a dream from which I would soon awaken. I did n't do much anything different, because I was scared that just when I did something wrong, something evil, the loop would end. 
 
 As the days dragged on, though, I began to relax. The initial terror and hopelessness wore off by the end of the first week, and I began to get bored. I started looking for something to keep me occupied. 
 
 For a while, honestly, I pretty much just sat and watched Netflix all day, every day. I ordered piles upon piles of pizza, ordered whatever food I wanted, in fact, because I knew that I'd just get all of my money back the next day. When I got tired of watching TV, I'd read or play video games. The urge was growing within me to go out and have some fun, break some laws, treat real life like Grand Theft Auto, but I was too afraid. I still worried, perhaps hoped, that the loop would break and I'd be caught in the middle of my lawlessness. 
 
 I kept it at bay for as long as I could, but eventually I just could n't do it anymore, sit in my apartment and rot every day when there was a whole world out there in which I could do anything I wanted without consequences. I started small, first pickpocketing, then stealing some lady's purse when she was n't looking, and then eventually robbing an Apple store at gunpoint. I'd always wanted an Apple Watch, but I'd never been able to afford it. Ha. *Afford. * The idea of having to actually *pay* for something quickly became foreign to me. 
 
 I got bolder as the months progressed. I shot people, point-blank, in public, for the sheer hell of it. I broke into houses, gunned down the homeowners, and looted everything they owned. I set things on fire. I blew up cars with people inside them. I raped women in broad daylight. I got myself killed many times, of course, but I always woke up at 12:00 AM sharp, ready for another day, or the same day, rather, but with plenty of new possibilities. 
 
 Years flew by, and slowly, my mind deteriorated more and more. I killed myself many times, in many different ways, for the simple thrill of it. I stole weapons and went on rampages through the town, killing everyone I saw. It was like a game. I tried to murder as many people as possible before getting killed myself. Eventually I turned to widespread destruction, take entire cities hostage and destroying them as I learned the art of mayhem. Finally, one day, I got it into my head to somehow take control of the US military, attack as many other countries as possible, and see what happened. 
 
 It took many tries, and it did n't work quite as I had thought it would, but eventually, one day, through much trial and error, I managed to make it appear as though the United States was under attack from a coalition of other countries- Mexico, Canada, England, Russia, Syria, Australia, Sealand... the list went on and on. Of course the US retaliated. Why would n't they? Nukes flew, and, as expected, the supposed aggressors responded in kind. As missiles rained down all over the world, I stood in the Oval Office over the former president's dead body, listening to the sound of riots and screams outside and watching a monitor as reports flooded in from all over the globe. The world was devastated, and the biosphere was quickly reaching the point of no return. Billions of people were dying. Entire nations were being wiped out. I smiled as I glanced at my watch. No way humanity would survive this world war in any meaningful way under normal circumstances, but in ten seconds, the clock would strike 12, and I would awaken in my bed, the world good as new. Good thing, too, as the monitor showed that there were several nukes with their sights locked directly on Washington, D.C., which just so happened to be the place in which I currently stood, which, again, would be rather unfortunate under normal circumstances, but these were anything but. 
 
 I watched the digits tick along toward the next loop. It would happen in 3... 2... 1... 
 
 I blinked as the readout hit 12:00 and kept going. My throat suddenly felt dry, and my knees quavered. I kept staring at the little blinking screen, hoping against hope that it was somehow delayed, that any second now, I would wake up in my warm bed, safe at home, and everything would be okay... 
 
 But it was n't. The universe had some measure of mercy on me, though. I did n't even feel it as the world evaporated around me in a brilliant flash of searing white, and then faded into nothing...
