[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

`` Happy birthday dear Gertrude, happy birthday to you!'' The chorus rang out, prompting a ruckus of claps and cheers from the crowd of onlookers. We were gathered around an immense circular table, at least twenty feet across by my best guess. Atop this table sat a cake, a cake altogether too large to be allowed. It was hard to look at, not because of the size, but because of the thousands upon thousands of candles it supported. The tiny flame of each candle melded together in my eyes to create an inferno of magnificence only worthy of my favorite grandmother's birthday. `` Well blow them out then, and make a wish!'' Someone shouted, getting a collective laugh from the room. `` I'm going to need a little help'' My grandmother said with a wide smile. Everyone inched in a little closer and began blowing the candles out, ten or twenty at a time, until the last one was extinguished by my grandmother herself. `` What did you wish for?'' uncle Elmer asked. `` You know I ca n't tell!'' replied Grandma. A few moments later, after the excitement settled, we moved on to presents. She received the things you come to expect after so many birthdays; jewelry, delicious foods, tickets to an upcoming symphony and the like. She was grateful for it all, but none so much as the last gift she opened. My grandfather had slipped out of the room during the commotion, and reappeared pushing a large decorated box on four wheels. `` Darling, what have you gotten me this year?'' My grandmother asked, shooting him a skeptical look. `` Oh this? It's just something I picked up last minute'' He replied, with a sly smile. My grandmother got up from her chair and moved as best she could over to the box. She lifted the lid just a few inches and peered inside. A toothy grin spread across her wrinkled face and she flipped the lid off and reached inside. Out she pulled an infant child, no older than a few weeks, and shouted `` babies!''. The room erupted with a cheer and everyone came closer to catch a glimpse. `` Gary, you should n't have!'' Shouted Grandmother. `` How could you afford so many?'' Uncle Elmer asked. `` Just had to move some things around is all'' Grandpa said with a wink. Just then, grandmother spoke up, gaining the attention of the room. `` Everybody get's one, I wo n't hog these all to myself, is n't proper!'' Excitedly, My Grandfather began passing infants around the room. Finally, when everyone had their hands on one, then I said `` Alright grandma, you first! It's your birthday after all!''. The room grew quiet as she lifted the baby above her head with both hands. She looked around the room at all of us, drinking in the moment, and then spiked the baby to ground. She had sparked something in all of us with her intensity, and everyone began spiking their babies to the ground, one by one, with thuds and splatters and sequels. Just a moment later and the violence was over. Everyone laughed and hugged and joked, and everyone felt a little younger.
