[ WP ] In the afterlife , people are given awards for things they did during their life . You won the award `` Most People Killed Without Knowing It . ''

When school started the other kids started picking on me. After a while I became a bully myself. One of the kids I picked on had committed a mass killing out of a burst of rage some years later. Some of the parents could n't handle losing their only child and took their own lives also. 
 
 In high school I always looked older so I supplied the liquor for parties. If you had the cash I'd provide no questions asked. After one party a group of kids decided to drive home. On the way they hit a minivan with a family who just came back from a funeral. 6 of my classmates died, out of the family in the van 4 died and a baby survived. 
 
 Later on I changed and some of my best buddies from school wanted to join the army. Being the good friend I was I encouraged them. One became the leader of his own squad. They died defending a village from a rebel attack. Another got injured and dishonorably discharged he grew to resent his former brothers and was killed after plotting a bombing. The last one had went on to become a high ranking officer. 
 
 I dropped out my last year never did anything bad though. I went back got my GED nothing special. Got in a bad accident though. You know even after the party back then it never crossed my mind. My dad was driving drunk and hit a pickup head on, and I was with him. 
 
 and that friend who became an officer. When things went to shit during the second civil war. He took the republics side and turned against the U.S.. He led them to many victories and successfully defended the west coast time and time again. But our former countrymen grew bolder and bolder in their attacks. Since this was n't an international war they did n't have to follow any treaties if word never reached anybody. They burned us out of the suburbs. And gassed them for good measure, thousands died. But the worst was to come. 
 
 After burning the central valley to a crisp the west coasts food supply dwindled and millions died of starvation. With all resources running low desperate measures had to be taken. My friend turned general launched an aerial campaign against the eastern landmass. But nobody expected what followed. A nuclear fire engulfed NYC killing 9 million. Tens of millions more would die in the exchange that would follow. 
 
 And as for me. I never even knew. I did n't even know I was alive. Did n't even know what happened to my dad. I was in a coma ever since the accident. My mom poured her life savings out and took loans against the house to keep me alive. She had me sent to a hospital in NYC shortly after the crash supposed to be the best hospital in the americas and she kept me at that place ever since. I was one of those killed in the blast that day. That's funny ai n't it. My own buddy killed me and neither of us even knew it. 
 
 Karmas a bitch ai n't it
