[ WP ] In a world where you gain the power of the object you were previously killed with . You were killed by a falling coconut

Wow, such luck. In the second world, most babies are born as viscous sacks of disease and pestilence, half of the world is dedicated to them. They do n't need much, their bodies only needing the sustenance needed by prokaryotes. 
 
 Anyone not killed by disease occupies the high positions, the political leaders, the CEO's, the people of power. Governing the AIDs, the Cancers, the Malarias, all of the infections is all we need to do. 
 
 And then there's me. I ca n't die! No matter how hard I'm hit, I always bounce back. I can store enough liquid to hydrate a small town, and I can hit harder than a truck. This is the life. The only better way to die would be to be thrown into the Sun. But that's dreaming.
