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bakerstreet2016-08-14 12:44 pm
nopesock) wrote in bakerstreet2016-08-14 12:44 pm
the death meme
the death meme
(CONTENT WARNING. This is a meme about death and may deal with suicide, depression, extreme violence, illnesses, etc.)
This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.
CAUSE OF DEATH
1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.
2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!
3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.
4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.
5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.
6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?
7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?
TIME LEFT
1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.
2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)
3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.
4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.
5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?
RELATIONSHIP
1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.
2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.
3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.
4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?
5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?
6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.
HOW IT WORKS:
1. Post your character and preference
2. Respond to others.
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun!
old af credit here
Reaper | Overwatch
shimmies on in here
It takes some work, some innovation, and a few favors, but his bullets are laced with nanotech meant to counter Reaper's regenerative abilities. He has no idea if it's worked, and he wonders if he's going to get the chance to find out. A well-placed shotgun round has punched a hole through his abdomen, giving Reaper the chance to retreat into the shadows again.
That's not going to stop him, not when he's so close. A biotic field has slowed the inevitable, but he's pushing his augmentations to the limit, smearing red on nearly everything he touches. 76 follows him deeper into the abandoned facility, intent on seeing an end to what he's started.
He just hopes he doesn't run out of time, first.]
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His regeneration should have at least started on the wounds, even without anything for the nanites to scavenge from. The bullet in his thigh, just an inch or so more and it would have hit the armour uselessly, but instead has sunk into the muscle. It doesn't seem to have hit an artery but it's painful and going to hamper his movement. The center of mass shots hit mostly true as well, impact blunted by the under armor. The bullets clatter to the ground, covered in blood.
He tries to shift back into mist, to scout around quicker, but when he fails, he tries to ignore the edge of fear in his gut. Whatever he's been hit with, it's disrupting his shifting abilities too. Reaper bites back a snarl - it’s an unexpected leveling of the playing field. But he did this for years, decades, before he got the wraith abilities. One last fight without them seems fitting.
Rather than simply tossing it aside, Reaper sets down an empty shotgun in the middle of the corridor, blood spread over the grip before moving in further to lay in ambush for 76.]
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I know you're there, Reaper.
[He almost says Reyes, but it doesn't feel appropriate, not when he's probably dissolved into smoke and hiding in a shadow somewhere. 76 has no idea if his ploy has even worked.
His footfalls are heavy down the corridor, and he nudges the gun when he passes it, taking note of the blood. His own hand is pressed into his side, trying to ward off the inevitable.]
Might as well come out.
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[There's a wellspring of bitterness there over being brought back when he didn't want it in the first place, and it sounds in his voice. It still doesn't matter however 76 came by the means to shut down his abilities, but he's trying to draw 76 in closer.
Reaper's voice is coming from a bit further from down the hall, from one of the side rooms. Waiting and listening, with his back pressed against the wall near the door.]
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[For good, is the idea, even if part of him doesn't want it to end this way. Wishes it didn't have to come to this, but he wishes a lot of things. There's no sense in it anymore.
His boot crunches on broken glass and he moves slowly, partially due to injury, mostly out of caution. 76 takes note that Reaper's mention of his trick means that the nano-blockers seem to be working.]
End of the line, Reyes.
[There it is.]
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[Dying's a well travelled road at this point for him, but it seems to never actually have an end. It's made Reaper reckless with his existence and even the sudden lack of his abilities isn't going to stop him from sounding prideful. But he's also left with limited options without them.
No way to easily change position without getting into line of fire. One shotgun in hand, he pops around the door frame hefting it up to fire in 76's direction.]
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[And it better work, because 76 isn't biting it for nothing. He supposes that he could easily hide somewhere and spend a few more biotic fields trying to get the gunshot wound under control, but this is his chance. He's not going to pass it up.
76 knows that Reaper is coming and ducks for cover, gunfire at his heels. His breath is ragged and the hole in his abdomen screams in protest. Gloves slick with blood, he fumbles his ammunition trying to snap a fresh pulse canister into his rifle. It clicks into place much slower than it should.
He counts seconds. Shotgun rounds. Breathes. Waits for the reload. Presses himself up against fallen concrete. Tries to focus on the mission, and not the fact that he's dying.]
I can't believe you're not sick of this yet.
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[Truly he's sick of a lot of things - existence was easier when he could ignore who they both once had been. But it certainly wasn't living.
Reaper tosses the empty shotgun aside, letting it clatter to the ground and moves out into the hallway. Broken glass now crunching under his boots and fresh shotguns held at the ready, he's moving towards 76's position.
It's against whatever fragment of better judgement he has left, deciding to take his chances that 76's trick won't work after he dies this time. There's no other way to find out, after all.]
Couldn't get a step ahead of me without help, hm?
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To be fair, you've been cheating.
[The whole 'endless regeneration and also probably can't die' thing. If that means 76 has to employ Ziegler to put a stop to this, so be it. He's not beyond playing a little dirty, because the end justifies the means.
When he hears the shotgun clatter to the ground, he knows he has a few seconds before Reaper can whip out the next ones. He takes the opportunity, poking out from around the corner and unloading a barrage of fire.]
I am so sorry 6_9
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Breathe, count, wait for the reload.
When he has the chance, he abandons his cover, looking to finally close the distance between them.]
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He quickly starts to backpedal, to retreat back into cover.]
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But it seems that the opening is real and he pushes himself into a sprint, ignoring his gun for the moment in order to intercept Reaper with a full-body tackle. Last ditch effort.]