[ 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 have lived a thousand times, or perhaps more accurately I have died a thousand times and simply awoken in a new place with a life only differentiated from the old only by the distinct memories of the hundreds or thousands of deaths preceding it ( I've lost count ) and a new face. 
 
 I used to think I was perhaps just a bit mad, or that I dreamt my death so often that I had come to believe it was really happening. This was dispelled by a number of attempts I successfully made to legitimize the deaths, personally at the least. Once I die my appearance usually changes enough that any attempt to prove it to others is met with accusations of madness or stalking. 
 
 Since then I have died in countless ways, some quite amusing. Much like a married couple desperately experimenting in bed in an attempt to keep their sex lives interesting, I have divulged in every imaginable method. Even the `` fun'' ones like some of the more euphoric overdoses dulled with time. 
 
 Lately I have descended to lows I never would have imagined possible. In my pursuit of feeling in what had become a desperately dull existence ( can you imagine a depression severe enough to invoke suicide but without the release of the act? ) I have turn to corrupting my fellow man. Playing with them by committing suicide over menial things was fun for a time, but what is fun for me now is provoking others into killing me. I enjoy watching their souls become dark and corrupted in my final moments. Consumed by an uncontrollable hatred; a hatred I so proudly invoked within them. 
 
 If there ever were a chance for my soul these recent provocations certainly nullify it. I have now done the worst thing I could imagine in all of my lifetimes. I did n't realize the implications of my actions. I always knew that some of my more dramatic antics would traumatize the unsuspecting witnesses of my games, but I never thought about what would happen if I turned people into killers. It's remarkable how much work it takes to get someone to take their first life, and more remarkable still how readily many of them will kill again. 
 
 I've stopped allowing myself to indulge in such a sick pleasure but my existence has become a stain of death and pain upon my kind. I am forced to live with it as the cycles of hatred I inadvertantly began perpetuate themselves. I do n't know how to fix what I've broken, but I would give all of my lives to do so. 

