[ WP ] You die in a tragic accident . While sitting on a bench in purgatory , Mr/Mrs.Death approaches you and says , `` Pick a game , any game , and if you are the victor , I 'll send you back to the day before the accident . ''

I got on a taxi home at 6:10 just like any other day, but as I got in I felt a slight tingle in my balls. That slight tingle that tells you something big is going to happen soon. I ignored it. I figured I was just a little frustrated from seeing that blonde woman on 52nd, and eventually it subsided as it always does. 
 
 Several blocks later though, it came back. With a vengeance. I felt like the driver could feel it in the air. I almost asked him to pull over, but I had to let my dog in before the rain got really bad. I sat there in my awkward anxiety as he started crossing the intersection when it hit me why my balls were tingling. It hit *us*. 
 
 Suddenly I was in a plain expanse of land that was well lit despite any visible source of light. There were hundreds of tables scattered around, each seating two people. Some of them were playing card games or quarters and I even saw a game of beer pong. Elsewhere, others played games of one on one basketball, tetherball, darts, and any other competitive game you could imagine. Before me sat the taxi driver. 
 
 `` Welcome! Have a seat! Any seat!'' he exclaimed energetically. I hesitated, then pulled up the only chair at the table and sat down. The next words to come out of his mouth made my balls tingle with unimpeded fury. `` You are now in the place most people like to call Purgatory!'' I felt heavy. 
 
 `` S-so we're dead? Why are you so happy about all this?'' 
 
 `` I'm not dead. And you might not be either.'' 
 
 `` How are you not dead? We were in the same cab when that car hit us.'' 
 
 `` Oh ya, about that. See I'm the Angel of Death.'' Tiny spiders racing around my balls as they played a game of tag. 
 
 `` Then who are all these people?'' 
 
 `` Well half of them are me, and half of them are maybe dead people! See, contrary to popular belief, I'm not just one guy! I'm as many as I need to be, which is always half the people here. An elderly woman, a businessman, a school mascot. Whatever I want really!'' 
 
 `` What do we do here? And you said I was only half dead. What's the deal with that?'' 
 
 `` I did n't say you were half dead; I said you were *maybe* dead. And I can answer both your questions with one answer. I love to play games.'' 
 
 `` W-what?'' 
 
 `` To tell you the truth, I feel like an asshole just sending people off to wherever they need to go from here without even giving them a chance. So what I do is let you pick a game. Pick any game -'' 
 
 `` Wait!'' I interrupted, `` When you say any game... do you really mean that or do you give me a list with one option?'' I asked, thinking about my chair. 
 
 `` Oh no this time I mean it. Anyways, you pick whatever game you want and we'll play best out of three. If you win, it'll be like this never happened and I'll drop you off wherever you were an hour before your death and everything will proceed as normal.'' My balls tingled, but with excitement this time. 
 
 `` You have yourself a deal!'' 
 
 `` Alrighty then. Take your time choosing.'' 
 
 I deliberated for a while before deciding that the only way to even have a chance would be a game of luck. 
 
 `` I choose a coin toss.'' 
 
 `` Well that's not a very fun game is it? Oh well. You can flip the coin if you'd like. I want heads every time if that's okay.'' 
 
 `` Ya whatever sure.'' I was too excited to even care, plus I wanted tails anyways. Tails never fails. I flipped the coin into the air and caught it. I turned it over onto my other hand. Tails. My balls tingled. The next flip was heads. My balls. The final flip felt like it spent an hour in the air, and I'm sure I took even longer turning it over. 
 
 Balls.
