Even Death Grew Tired of Killing Me

I died.

Again.

[System Notice: You have died.]

The message appeared so often that I stopped reading it after a while. The font never changed. The tone was always polite. Death, apparently, had excellent customer service.

Fire. Poison. Betrayal. Execution.

Death and I had cleared every route together.

[Cause of Death: Fatal.]

By my tenth death, I was annoyed.

By my thirtieth, bored.

[Death Count: 876]

[Tip: Avoid dying.]

By the time I reached my hundredth death, the system stopped offering advice.

[Death Count: 9870]

[No tips available.]

That was when I realized something was wrong.

Or rather…

Death itself was starting to give up.

[System Error.]

[Respawn Failed.]

…Huh.

Even Death, it seemed, gives up.