[ WP ] When people die , they explode violently , destroying everything within 50 feet .

Arno shuffled the groaning geriatrics onto the plane, his forehead soaked in sweat from the heat of the engine exhaust as he led his charges along the runway. He pushed the cotton in his ears further in as another plane completed its descent on an adjacent runway. He considered the discomfort of the old folks accompanying him, but quickly dismissed the thought. They would complete their glorious service to the state soon. 
 
 Nearby, a loud hailer blared reassurances of glory and honor. `` In service to our Great Leader'', among other things. Arno silently repeated the words to himself as they were spoken, and sneered to himself. Whatever words they used to uplift the people's spirits did n't matter. Arno only saw fear and resignation written on their faces. 
 
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 As the plane took off and reached cruising altitude, Arno undid his restraints and paced up and down the hold. He noticed one of the folks had fallen asleep, his head nodding between the restraints as the plane bobbed up and down erratically. He took a few steps forward and gently shook him awake. A wave of relief overcame Arno as the old man awoke, startled and wide-eyed. 
 
 `` Good, he's not gon na die yet'', Arno thought to himself. Some of his friends were unlucky enough to get cancer patients who could n't survive the trip. 
 
 Arno's thoughts were interrupted as an alarm pierced the deafening hum of the plane engines. It was time. Arno turned about and yelled for everyone to get up. The back door of the plane began to descend, inviting the piercing cold and the howling of the wind in to jolt the senses of even the drowsiest of the elderly. 
 
 `` This is it! The Leader thanks you for your service! ``, Arno cried out. `` Now get out there and make the Yankees pay!'' 
 
 
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 I was thinking about adding an old couple that did n't want to jump. But my lunch break's over: (
