[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

Darryl starred blankly into his cup full of Jameson with a splash of ginger ale. The more he drank the bolder his thinking got. At first it was `` there is no way, its selfish, i cant put myself above another'' 
 
 Darryl is 45 recently divorced with 2 teenage children who hate him, or at least say they do. Its time to start new. Become a new man do it right this time. But he cant. His morals are stopping him. So he drinks and thinks. 
 
 `` I'm a good man, I'm a good man'' he repeats to himself as his cup slowly empties. His mantra of moral superiority keeps his thoughts from wandering towards the sinister. His children kept entering his thoughts `` what if my children were killed so some asshole could live his life all over again? Do i want to be that asshole?'' 
 
 He sat in his empty apartment on an old wooden chair he found by the dumpster. His life was over in his eyes he had only his children to live for and they would n't even talk to him. He drank his family away, and they were never coming back. Its time for a fresh start or to end it all here and now. 
 
 As he opened the second bottle of jameson he though `` what has being good ever done for me? What has caring for others ever done for me?'' His mantra stopped working 2 drinks ago he was now slipping into the selfish cruel and ruthless parts of his mind. 
 
 Darryl was pacing now back and forth in his small dark apartment his thoughts wandering from evil to fantastical. How wondering how he would do it what he would do with the time he had gained. How he would do it all over again but right this time. 
 
 His drinking had become very aggressive now, and he began to rationalize. `` Why should i care about anyone but myself. I may not be important to them but im important to me and what important to me is all that matters in life... A new life'' 
 
 With a sociopathic fire in his glossy eyes Darryl stumbled into his kitchen and grabbed the first knife he saw. He then grabbed his bottle of jameson and made his way outside. `` Its time for a new darryl'' he mumbled as he slammed the door behind him.
