[ WP ] Each morning , every human on Earth must pray their Reasons for not dying that day to the God of Death . If the Reasons are sufficient , that person will go on living , potentially forever . However , you are the longest living human by far , and people now hunt you in order to hear your Reasons .

`` That's it?'' 
 
 The lead hunter looked a bit like he'd walked into a public restroom with a great and immediate purpose only to find that every surface was visibly damp and the whole place smelled of eggs, popcorn, and diaper cream. That is to say, he was having a hard time believing that life could be so cruel. 
 
 `` Am I truly the only one who's been praying that?'' I replied. 
 
 The secondary hunter scratched the back of his neck. `` Well, I mean I've *thought* about it, but it did n't seem a good enough Reason, did it?'' 
 
 I shrugged. `` My mum always said to be honest in these things. *Son*, she said, *what's the use in living on lies? *'' 
 
 `` What's that supposed to mean?'' said the lead hunter. `` You sayin' my mother and father did n't have honest reasons? And what about my boy? He was only 89! *89*!'' 
 
 I put up my hands. `` Not sayin' any such thing. Just tellin' you true. That's been my Reason. All these years. Did n't know it'd work this long. Then again, did n't think I'd be waitin' this long either.'' 
 
 The lead hunter's shoulders sagged. `` It's just... it's a little underwhelming.'' 
 
 `` Plus,'' said the secondary hunter. `` Plus, I mean, that's not going to be true forever... is it?'' 
 
 `` Not sure,'' I replied. `` As far as I'm concerned, it's a bit of a curse at this point. All this waitin'....all this extra livin'... I was ready to die *decades* ago. Maybe even centuries. But they keep sayin'... *It's comin'. You wait. It's comin'. * So I keep waitin'. And every morning I say to the big man downstairs, I say, *Hold on, just one more day, alright? I got a feelin' today's the day. * And... well, you see.'' 
 
 The hunters let that hang in the air for a moment. `` I guess there's nothing we can do about it,'' said the lead hunter, picking up his rifle and blast shield. `` Let's head back and make our report.'' 
 
 The secondary hunter followed suit, nodding to me as he gathered his gear. `` Between you and me,'' he whispered, `` I do n't even remember if I like those *Half-Life* games.'' 
 
 `` Me neither,'' I replied. `` But I figured I've already wasted a couple hundred years waiting on *Episode 3*, so what's the harm in waiting a few more?'' 
 
 He smiled politely in reply and soon both men had disappeared across the horizon.
