[ WP ] Everyone dies on their birthday , but no one knows at which age it will occur .

Mark woke up with a headache and looked worried at the clock on the wall. 15:14. So far so good. For Mark, birthdays had always been nerve wrecking as hell. The clock was ticking slowly, each second seemed an eternity. He had slipped on a piece of paper and fallen down the stairs. Paper! Who slips on paper? Birthdays were weird like that, always some strange accident waiting around the corner. Last year he had chocked on a rock hidden inside his burger. And the year before that, a bird had crashed into the spokes of his bike, sending him flying. And every year he had survived. 
 He sat down in his makeshift birthday shelter. Tomorrow would be the start of his 40th year of safety. The paingames was supposed to be last week, but because of a heavy snowfall it would start today or tomorrow. How typical was that! You were not allowed to even come close to the premises on your birthday, contending was obviously out of the question. Last year he had come second, only just beaten in the deep sea dive by that crazy Norwegian guy who had endured for 10 full hours at the bottom. This year the games was all about heat, and he loved heat. The final was rumored to be inside a live volcano! 
 
 The phone rang, and Mark put it on loudspeaker. Sitting 3 meters away from that contraption of death he heard the voice of the president of the paingames. “ Peace be with you on your birthday Mark, the games don ’ t start until tomorrow! I wish you best of luck competing tomorrow on your safeday. ”
