...so the reward for not fearing death, or indeed for volunteering to be killed, is that you live longer than if you didn't? That's rather perverse, really.
I have a vague image of someone bitterly trying to commit suicide and yet getting bounced back to life over and over again, while everyone around them who wants to live ends up getting picked off until the would-be suicide is the last one left.
(And yes, I am in perfectly good spirits, other than being mildly irritated by the irony of this particular theme.)
I have a vague image of someone bitterly trying to commit suicide and yet getting bounced back to life over and over again, while everyone around them who wants to live ends up getting picked off until the would-be suicide is the last one left.
(And yes, I am in perfectly good spirits, other than being mildly irritated by the irony of this particular theme.)