You and your immortal friends amuse yourselves with practical jokes. Since you’re immortal, some of your joke setups take centuries, or even millenia, to execute.

You are the owner of a magic backpack; every morning you stick your hand in and it contains exactly what you need for the day. One morning it contains a gun.

Scientists uncover a stone with writing on it that no one can make sense of. When you see it for the first time, you can read it perfectly.

A Genie offers you one wish, and you modestly wish to have a very productive 2017. The genie misunderstands, and for the rest of your life, every 20:17 you become impossibly productive for just 60 seconds.

You were accidentally born into the dev build version of Earth, and you can use commands to hack the “game”. Describe your life.

The flat Earth society has started a cult that sacrifices people by throwing them off the edge of the Earth. You are their first victim.

You’ve died. As you enter heaven, a figure takes you to a dark room filled with huge stacks of paper. “You were the 6th iteration of you! Here’s the script you’ve been following for your life. Change anything you want for the 7th you!”

Your life is filled with continuity errors that no one else notices except you. Your friends look different every time you see them, your location changes randomly. But then you meet Sarah, and you can’t figure out what’s different about her, until one day..

You join the military, you are placed in the gardeners program. You garden in exotic places where the military has done operations, each time they give special glasses and forbid spraying others. One day your glasses fall off and you see you are actually burning corpses with a flamethrower.