[ WP ] Someone has the ability to save and reload their life like a video game . One day something goes very wrong .

`` Well, damn.'' I said aloud. Of all the banks I had ever come across, this one was by far the hardest to rob. In fact, it seemed to be next to impermeable. I tried the good old bribe-and-reload trick on every last employee to learn about any possible entry points that would n't involve me being compromised, but not a single one of them cracked. Torture did n't work either. I even slept with all their wives to see they would tell me anything, but to no avail. I guess I only had one last option. I would go right through the front door, and- 
 
 `` Is there a problem, sir?'' Insisted the guard who apparently approached me while I was zoned out in front of the bank's entrance. I knew the guard. His name was Vince. I got to know him, and every other guard for that matter, while I cased the place. I befriended each and every one of them to get to know them. I never let a single detail get by me. The last thing I needed was some wildcard blowing my brains out right after I saved. Anyway, Vince was a real jackass. Just some trigger happy hick who was n't good enough to make it into the marines. He also took his anger out on his wife. This guy pissed me off every time I saw his stupid face. 
 
 I did n't say anything. I casually took two steps toward him until I was within an arm-length from him, unholstered his pistol, turned off the safety, and shot him in his pecker. He collapsed to the ground immediately, letting out a cry like that of a dying wombat. ( Whatever that sounds like. I just said it because it sounds funny. ) I looked back up to see Dylan and Toby pointing their submachine guns at me, with slightly terrified looks on their faces. I could n't help but smirk as I said `` See you soon.'' I reloaded back to standing across the street from the bank. 
 
 Behind me was an alley, which I entered to prep for the action. I opened my backpack and pulled out my three essential items; a satchel charge for the vault, a plastic fox mask to hide my identity, and my trusty wooden baseball bat, for fun. 
 
 I walked across the street, and I could see that I had already caught Vince's attention. `` What in the hell are you-'' I took him out with a swift blow to the temple. I kicked the double doors open, which knocked down Dylan. Unfortunately, Toby was a few feet back and immediately raised his gun and fired. I opened my eyes across the street with mask on face and bat at side. `` Well here goes the grind.'' I said to myself as I began crossing the street. 
 
 Try after try, I subdued more and more guards. However, it seemed impossible to take them all out before the cops arrived. Which was odd, because I had spent a few runs finding the silent alarms and the bank-goers that called the cops. What was I doing wrong? Was it literally impossible to rob this place. After about six months of grinding, I finally figured it out! Some bastard in an office in the the back of the bank could see me, and he had called the cops. 
 
 I went into his office and smashed his phone to bits with my bat. `` Now do n't do that again.'' I calmly said, playfully waving my bat at him. He was frozen with fear as I left the room. `` Now, as for all of you fine folks, I would like to let you know that you are not in any danger. I will just take a moment of your time to make my withdrawal.'' I said as I placed the satchel charge on the vault. `` Oh, and just a side note.'' I turned around to face the crowd. `` You might want to cover your ears.'' The vault door blew to pieces. I went into the vault and took everything that I could get my hands on. 
 
 After filling my backpack, I calmly walked out of the bank and onto the sidewalk. Nobody outside had heard a thing. I walked down the stairs slowly, as to not draw any attention to a man wearing a mask and wielding a bloody bat. `` Another job well done.'' I closed my eyes and saved so that I would n't forget to later, which is something I had been guilty of before. 
 
 I saved too early. I heard someone say `` Hey, buddy.'' behind me, and I was shocked to discover the source of the voice. A very bloodied and aggrivated Vince stood awkwardly at the top of the stairs. I saw his finger squeeze the trigger just before I closed my eyes. I opened them, and I was back a foot or two from where I had just been. `` Hey buddy.'' said Vince, again. `` Hey Vince'' I flatly replied. I turned to face him and timed his shot perfectly. The bullet blew back my hair as I jerked my head to the left. Vince had a look of disbelief on his face. I thought he was looking at me, but then I heard a woman scream. Vince had just shot a little boy in the back seat of the car behind me. The mother was wailing as she reached around her seat to hold her dead son. I could n't believe what I had just done. I did n't get much time to think about it. A second bullet grazed my neck. I winced with pain, but gathered myself and reloaded. `` Hey, buddy.'' I did n't know what to do now, so I just stood there, not even turning to face Vince. He fired, and I reloaded. `` Hey buddy.'' 
 
 For years, maybe decades, I tried everything I could come up with to save both myself and the boy. I tried charging him. `` Hey, buddy.'' I ran away. `` Hey, buddy.'' I blocked a bullet with my hand. `` Hey, buddy.'' I even begged Vince not to shoot, but his only reply was a bang, followed by, `` Hey, buddy.'' 
 
 As I let Vince continue to shoot at me, I finally came to the conclusion that there was only one way to end this horrifying loop. I sighed, and I reloaded. I turned to face Vince again to hear, `` Hey, buddy.'' I only replied with `` Bye, Vince.'' I closed my eyes and waited.
