[ WP ] You are the luckiest person on Earth . Everything you make an attempt for works in your favor . However , there two catches : you are absorbing the luck of those around you , and anyone who tries to profit from your luck ( even with your help ) is met with the worst luck immediately .

When I figured it out, that only good things happened to me at the expense of others, I cocooned myself. I rarely got out of the house that I lived alone in. No one to keep me company, no one to hurt. So it was odd that I happened to meet Mr. Moore that day. I generally tried to talk to no-one, but a thought burned through my mind like a freight train - I could n't avoid knowing it was there. I went and spoke to him and filled in the forms. 
 
 6 months later, I was in a cave in a God-forsaken land, fighting a fight for people who did n't want us there, talking into the radio. 
 
 
 `` Beachcomber 21 calling in, Beachcomber 21 calling in, target is just in the midst of leaving, can I get a drop directly on my position?'' 
 
 
 `` We can drop in 1 minute, Beachcomber, good luck to you'' 
 
 
 Just under a minute later the whole cave shook as heavy bombs destroyed my position, along with the regional insurgent leader. He was caught just exiting the caves, killed instantly. I had hung out with him for the last 48 hours, sucking his luck away, hoping that I'd gotten enough to survive the bombings again.
