[ 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 .

I surveyed my collection with an early morning yawn. The fireworks, Tesla coil, trebuchet, and all sundry accessories were assembled and ready for the evening's production. My only audience were the few birds hardy enough to sign their dawn chorus on a cold winter morning. They thin grey light from the clouds over the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania would provide the perfect contrast to my spectacular event later in the afternoon. Yesterday's weather forecast said it would n't turn to snow later in the day. Perfect. 
 
 It had been 50 years since I had last died but I died a lot in a short while before then. World War II was an incredibly dangerous time but as an immortal who comes back to life I was able to tour and experience the battles and bombings in a personal way no other human was capable of. I had my fill of death, my own and others, after that. Then technology started changing at such a rapid pace, reminding me how dull it was to wander the Earth millenia ago. I've died to a hungry or territorial animal uncountable times. Nothing changed much as I slowly walked towards the rising sun year after year, mountains blurring into plains blurring into mountains again, then a great expanse of water I now know is the Pacific Ocean. That's one bit of change in the initial monotony of my life. 
 
 Until technology. So many possibilities! I traveled places I had n't seen since before Rome was a muddy village, and it only took me weeks to get there, not untold lifetimes. As technology improved I realized I could chose to die by some means other than tooth and claw, spear and bomb. I was going to make this a spectacle like none other. I could even film it on VHS so others could see it later! 
 
 `` The show would be better with two people, Eli.'' Part of me marveled I could still be surprised after so long but the body's reflexes are deeply ingrained. Calming my breathing and heartbeat, I turned towards the voice. A nondescript man dressed sensibly for the weather was leaning against a tree. 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' 
 
 `` I like what you're doing here. Dying over and over gets boring, does n't it. Let's give people a show!'' He smiled but I sensed some mockery in his tone, like he thought it did n't matter. Then his meaning hit home. 
 
 `` Wait, dying over and over? You mean...?'' 
 
 `` Yes I do mean that, Eli. I've probably died more times than you. But that does n't matter as neither of us have kept count.'' 
 
 `` Who are you? Where are you from? When?'' I'd never heard of another immortal. Perhaps we were related? I finally had somebody I could continue this journey with! He laughed, but the mockery was directed at himself this time. 
 
 `` My name is Phil Connors. I'm from Illinois, Eli. I was born in 1960.'' My excitement deflated. He was just another one of the many people to have found out my fate. `` But I have n't lived like you have. Today is February 2nd.'' He paused expectantly then chuckled after my confused silence. `` It's Groundhog Day, Eli. Let me tell you a story as we set up your gear. It's going to snow tonight so we do n't have much time.''
