"Die die die, why don't you just die"I scream while I furiously mash buttons on my keyboard.

The orc warrior I was fighting just wouldn't die. One moment I would bring him to near death, the next moment he would stun my sorry ass and regain nearly all of his HP back whilst dealing massive amounts of damage to me.

I, in turn, would spam heal myself until I'm full hp again after the stun wore off.

This cycle repeats itself a couple of times, until disaster strikes.

I ran out of defensive cooldowns just when his offensive heavy hitters came off cooldown.

And just like that, my paladin died and I lost the arena match.

Frustration overtakes me. Yesterday I, with my trusty paladin, was considered to be the king of the arena. And today, with the latest patch where they nerfed paladins, I'm dethroned.

It's so unfair, I have no idea whether I want to cry or scream instead.

Out of disgust, I close down the game and throw of my headset.

Mad as hell, I stalk towards the kitchen of my little studio, looking for something to furiously munch on.

I throw open the cabinets only to discover I'm out of snacks again.

Great, just great. Now I have to go out and get some, after all, no snacks mean glorious crunching and munching to lessen my frustration. Some people have a stress ball they would furiously squeeze.

Me?

I cope through eating.

This doesn't necessarily mean I'm fat though. far from it actually.

I'm one of those who has the unfair advantage of having a ridiculously high metabolism.

Which suits me, as one could guess, just fine. After all, isn't it everyone's dream to be able to just eat without getting fat?

The only downside is that I go through snacks as a crack addict goes through crack. And because of this, I constantly have to go to the store that's a couple of blocks away. Which leaves me short on cash most of the time as well.

And what little money I have left, I usually spend on games like most children of the modern era do.

Yes, I'm a filthy millennial, deal with it.

I pull on my shoes, grab my coat, keys, phone and wallet and go out of my studio to brave the chilly autumn day.

Arriving at the shop, I grab a basket and head straight towards the chips and salty snacks aisle.

Different bags of chips, salted nuts and salted sticks swiftly disappear into my basket until my basket is nearly full.

To top it all off, I head to the cookies, candy and chocolate aisle as well to fill the rest of my basket with caramel sea-salt chocolade and biscuits. After spending a fair chunk of my allowance, I leave the store with my snacks spread over two plastic bags.

My way back home requires me to cross the street so, in my haste to devour helpless snacks, I rush towards a pedestrian crossing. With a quick glance left and right, I deem it to be safe enough and cross the street.

At least, I started doing that. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a black shape bearing down on me.

Loud squeeling, a short honk, followed by a crushing impact and I'm soaring.

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For the briefest of moments, I'm soaring over the road, flying like an angel, before I crash heavily to the ground.

I roll over a couple of times before I come to a stop with my head facing the road. The owner of the black car briefly stops, looks at me and then legs it with squeeling tires again.

A typical case of hit and run.

Judging by the loud squeeling I initially heard, he must have been driving way to fast.

My body starts aching all over. a burning pain can be felt in my limbs, most of all in my knees, and in my chest.

To outrun the trauma, my mind goes full analytical, trying to guess what bodily damage I might have sustained.

First of all, the pain in my legs and knees. Most likely bend in angles that were never intended on human beings. Maybe even a couple of bones sticking out somewhere, who knows.

Then there's the pain in my chest. Multiple cracked ribs? most likely some even fully broken even.

Hmm, there's a tightness in my chest aswell, as if it is becoming more difficult to breathe.

So, a punctured lung maybe? or maybe even both? I cough wetly, feeling as if I have taken a huge gulp of water that went down the wrong pipe. Definitly a punctured lung.

And what is this I spy from the corner of my eyes? A puddle of blood is starting to form and spread out around my head.

Add a head injury to the list aswell.

I try to move. Alas, my body won't respond, I'm most likely paralised from the neck down.

I try to shout for help. Again, my body wont respond. The pain is slowly fading aswell until it is nothing more but a dull ache.  Full paralasis? locked-in syndrome? Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

Is there no one around to call an ambulance? Is it my fate to just slowly die here, either choking on my own blood, bleeding out or maybe even both of them at the same time? Damn that driver for driving me over. Double damn him for not stopping and calling an ambulance. Damn the Warrior I fought that got me so mad that i had to vent my frustration.

Damn me for running out of snacks. Double damn me for paying not enough attention while crossing the street.

Damn it all.

Breathing is becoming an increasingly difficult task. 

I feel death coming now. Looming around the corner like a creepy stalker that's waiting for you to stop paying attention.

Looks like it is time for regrets now then. Maybe even have my life flashing before my eyes?

No no, not the life flashing before my eyes thingy. Never liked cliche's. I see no reason to go with the oldest cliche in human history now, just because I'm doing something as inconvenient as dying. 

But the regret thingy? That I can do.

Lets start with an easy one. regret for not being able to kick a certain warrior's ass. 

Hmm, any other easy ones lying around? Ah yes, regret for not having finished my chemistry masters degree.

Oooooooh, another easy one. regret for not having done anything usefull with my life and my allowance. 

After all, instead of saving up for something nice or meaningfull, like my own place, a girlfirend or a trip around to world, I spend it all on games and comfort food.

Maybe a hard one this time? Regret for not spending more time with my family maybe? seeing as I'm considered to be the black sheep of the family, that's a bit more difficult.

Oeh oeh oeh, I know what else you can do while dying. Thinking about what you'd do if you had a second chance.

Yes, that sounds like the perfect thing to do. it's easy even. I would go kick some ass and take names.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

The end feels mighty near now. You know what, let me just....rest my eyes.....for.. a bit....

congratulations, you have died.

Your plea for a second chance has been heard.

Enjoy your second chance!