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

I finished arming the nuke, typing the code in from memory. I'd always wanted to see what would happen if one was launched. Would people go for mutually assured destruction? I hoped not, but in a situation with no permanent consequences like my own, it would be fun to find out. Worst that could happen would be waking up in NY again, which I ’ d be doing in 4 or so hours any ways. 
 
 Once I ’ d realized what was happening to me, I took advantage to the best of my ability. I went through some tough times around the mid 100 ’ s, killed my self a couple of times, but I ’ d bounded back better than ever and was living the demigod life as well as I could. Anything I could ever want was only a loop or two away, and a week of time from a wake up to a reset was enough time to do basically anything. 
 
 As far as I could remember I was in the 3000 ’ s in terms of loop count, and almost impossibly I ’ d become bored. 60 years is a long time and when the only new news is the news you make yourself, the same week repeated can get tedious. There ’ s only so much time you can spend reading before every plot line blurs into the thousand previous, only so many new languages to lean, and after you ’ ve figured out the intricacies of manipulation no one really presents a challenge anymore. Although, my personal favorite game of rounding up a set of complete strangers and setting them up to kill the president always ended up entertaining. 
 
 So anyways, I ’ d become bored. I ’ d shied from mass destruction in the past, usually preferring o keep mass hysteria to a minimum after the first few times it had gotten me murdered by a stranger. While I ’ d always exact my revenge in the next loop, being gutted is by no means an enjoyable experience. I figured, hey, why not get some nukes. It sound be entertaining. Little enough personal consequence, infinite possibilities, and maybe getting the codes would present a challenge. I was wrong about the challenge bit, it had only taken a single loop to set myself up here in the oval office with the “ football ” sitting in front of me on the presidential desk. It was almost disappointingly easy. I head the confirmation beep and made my way out of the building to find a vantage point to view the destruction. A newsroom would probably serve well, and I snagged the keys out of Malcolm Turner ’ s ( a man with a wife, three children, 2 mistresses, and a nice jaguar ) pocket as I passed him from where he was always drinking his coffee on a 3 pm Sunday. It was a nice car. 
 
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 I walked into the news room and my bomb had already landed, obliterating most of England. No one had expected that. A few nukes were apparently in the air in return, but reports were uncertain. Every person I encountered had the same look of shock plastered on their face and most of them were clutching their phones, desperate to call the family ’ s one last time before the world ended. Too bad that everyone seemed to have the same idea. 
 
 I glanced down at my watch. Three minutes to loop it read. I sat back and watched the news monitor as it replayed the massive mushroom cloud as it billowed over the crater that had one been London. Maybe next loop id actually bomb Russia, and see how that turned out. I probably wouldn ’ t want to launch from the capitol in that instance. I glanced back at my watch. 5…. 4… 3… 1… 
 
 And then, nothing. The room around continued to be so and I very much was not back in my dingy New York apartment. Oh Shit I was in trouble. 

