"Eirikur? Goddam. It was his last day before retiring, you know. Makes you wonder, what the hell is the point of it all?" *Goes home, falls into a six-month drinking binge. One day, looking for things to pawn to pay for another bender, finds a photo of his old buddy, Eirikur. Looks at himself in the mirror* *Has a shave, a shower. Buys a suit. Gets a good job. Meets a nice girl. A solid 7/10. Ok, 6.5 maybe. In the right kind of light. Marries, has kids. Leads a long and uneventful life* *Never even comes close to getting sniped. Total lack of sniping. Zip. Zilch. Nada* *On his deathbed, calls his son to him* "Dad?" "Eirikur Jr., come here. There's something I have to tell you: I'm not your real father." "Way to go, Mom!" "What? No, it's not like that. Here, look at this photo. This is your real father." "An orange flashlight?" "Yes. No! Look, shut up and listen. I promised him I would take care of you if anything happened to him. This photo saved my life boy, and now it belongs to you." *Hands over photo. The boy stares, tears in his eyes* "How did he die, dad?" "Well my son, one day he--"*gets sniped*