[ WP ] You are functionally immortal : you can die but instantly come back to life . Over the many , many years you 've become jaded and bored , and now dying is the only thing that gives you any sort of rush anymore . You 're about to attempt your most elaborate and thrilling death yet .

The first time, it was a slow death. I broke my legs on the way down. I called, yet received no response. I was living in Miami, and decided to take a walk. I slipped and fell in. Immediately after, the hole at the top closed. I've been in this sinkhole ever since. I know not the time I have been here. It might have been a few months or a few years. 
 
 The first time, it was my legs and starvation. I remember hearing that you can go a week without food. Its a lie. It was about 3 weeks for me that first time. My mind turned to jelly long before I died however. I was raving mad. Mad at myself, mad at the world, at other people, and just oblivion. 
 
 My voice was the first to leave me. Cry as I might nothing ensued. With the lack of light, I began to hear and smell better. But none of that made up for the voices I heard. Yet no one answered that first time. Eventually they answered, they still do. 
 
 I thought at first I had just fallen asleep. But when I awoke that first time, the hunger had lessened. I was still hungry. 
 
 Hair. Its what I started with. It helped the hunger. Then it was my nails. As I crawled, I realized that I did n't need my eyes. Whoever knew that the liquid could taste so well. I had no need to talk, my tongue was next. I slept again after that. 
 
 The next time I awoke, I realized with my legs unfeeling and unable to walk, I had no need of them. As I ate those, I slept several times again. 
 
 The next was my ears, really the voices havent stopped speaking. I was hoping that without my ears I would n't hear them any longer, the cacophony got louder however. 
 
 Next came my sack, and finally my rod. That was a fulfilling snack. I slept again, longer I think this time. 
 
 To move, I only need the one arm, so I ate my left. I started with my fingers, working my way up. A bit satisfying, who knew that there were such flavors to be had. 
 
 As I lay there again for some time, I knew I would continue to hunger. While I could snack again here and there on nails and hair, there would be a time to move to my last hand and arm. 
 
 I ca n't say how long I have been here. Yesterday... I think... I ate my intestines. Tasted like shit. 
 
 Today, my heart. When it stops beating I hope I will die. There is no longer any pain. They tell me they will talk to me later. 
 
 All thats left is my head, my neck, a shoulder, and my arm. Not even my stomach remains, yet I am still hungry. 
 
 I'll sleep again now. 
 

