The Death Meme

[rumplestiltskin]

the death meme

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
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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.

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HOW IT WORKS:
1. Feel free to choose how you are going to die, just be sure to list the closest matching categories in your subject bar, along with your character and their series. If you are having trouble coming up with a prompt or situation, feel free to use the random number generator. Or if you rather just take a risk feel free.

2. Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

However, considering this is in our RP feel free to have your characters keep their CR, just make sure to inform the person which ever way you're going with it before responding!

3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

4. Have fun!

Comments

[reviling]

[His hand tightens harder on hers as she looks for him again, and the other moves some hair from her eyes. There's blood on her face and matted in her hair, and it's not at all how he would have wanted to remember her.]

What are you talking about. I'm always nice.

[There's no humor in his voice usually, although now it felt even more hollow. It's a weak attempt to set her at ease, but in truth it's turned his mind to something he usually tries not to think about: informing the families of the soldiers who won't return. Petra's father is sure to look for her.]

Don't worry.

[petreefied]

If he offers you food, just eat and don't complain if it's burnt. And if he makes tea, tell him it's good-- [She's cut off by a cough, her body's weak attempt at trying to clear the the blood and phlegm from her throat. She knows she's rambling, but she doesn't know what else she can do. There are tears streaming down her cheeks now, she can still at least feel that. Sure, she's cried in front of Levi, more than once. In the past, though, she's always been able to wipe her tears away on her own.

Captain had never touched her like this in the past.

She really was going to die, wasn't she?] Captain, didn't teach Eren how to make your tea--be nice--

[Her throat is dry, and she wants a drink of water. But that wasn't going to do anything for her, and she's starting to panic. There were so many things they had left undone. Her hand clenches at his spasmodically, unable to truly grip his for more than a half second.]

[reviling]

[She feels somehow too fragile when he cradles her head carefully with one hand as she coughs. Levi remembers the first time he set eyes on her, executing impressive maneuvers to support her comrades with a stern but warm and encouraging character. Not long after he'd recruited her into his squad.

He's been at the side of many soldiers just as they're about to die, and while it's not something that even he has ever become accustomed to, it's more difficult than usual to keep himself in check for her sake.]

I will.

[The softness of the voice is the only thing, he hopes, that betrays him. Her tears run onto his hand, and it's more than just a rote response to brush them away with the pad of his thumb. The movement smears some of the blood on her face, and it aches dully in his chest that he doesn't have the means to wash it away for her.]

I'll teach him for you. I promise.

[petreefied]

[She tries to calm herself down, take a breath and swallow just a little bit of the crud down . All it does when she tries is hurt. Her brow furrows as she tries to not show the pain, tries to stop crying, tries to pretend that she's not about to die because of such a stupid mistake. It's what rookies and cadets did, panic and freeze when they didn't know what to do, not an experienced soldier that was supposed to be one of the elite of the Survey Corps.]

Captain--sorry, I messed up. [Petra had never seen Levi act disappointed in any of his soldiers, but she can't shake the nagging and overwhelming feeling that it was all her fault. She could have prevented it if she had done what Oluo said. If she had, maybe both she and Oluo would be fine.]

[reviling]

No. You've always done what I asked of you.

[Her hand feels cool in his, so he tries to warm her fingertips with his palm. There's not really anything he can do to make her more comfortable at this point - the cart bounces along over the grass with little to absorb the shock, built for speed more than anything, because even if they were to carry passengers, it wouldn't mean anything if they were too slow to get them to safety.

He squeezes her hand again, not quite able to keep the impulse to hold onto her a little harder at bay. It's stupid, childish even, but perhaps it's just human nature to try holding on as tightly as possible when you know you're about to lose something. Someone.]

You made me proud. All of you.

[petreefied]

[She can't really feel his grip on her hand at this point. She knows he still has it, can see their hand out of the corner of her eye, but she can really feel is a strange heaviness, as if her arm had gone to sleep. Petra knows better.

For a few moments after his reply, Petra doesn't speak. Her mind is swimming with all sorts of thoughts, but it's hard to focus on any of them. Fear, anger, and disappointment dominate most of her thoughts, but they're becoming vague, intermingling with other things that were almost inconsequential, like her father's birthday. She looks away from Levi, back to the sky. The sun's bright, and the way the carriage is moving is making her feel nauseated. She always preferred riding on her horse to riding in the back of the cart. She feels like lead, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest that makes it even harder to try and breath.]

I'm tired, Captain.

[Her voice is faint when she speaks, looking back to him with a weary expression. There had been times in the past where she had been so exhausted she didn't remember how she got to her bed and passed out, but this wasn't the same.]

[reviling]

[It's only with a great amount of effort that he's able to unstick his throat and inhale deeply enough to make his voice work again. There's a tightness in his chest that's making it hard to breathe, but he forces it down.

There will be time enough for that later.

He presses his palm to her face now, thumb sliding softly over the arch of her cheekbone. Levi holds her eyes with his for as long as she can hold out.]

Then rest. I'll watch over you.

[petreefied]

Captain.

[The urge to just give in and shut her eyes is overwhelming. But she's not ready, not yet. She doesn't have the strength to really fight and try to make it back home, but she's not going to stop struggling quite yet.]

I'm glad--got to serve under you, thank you.

[If she could, she'd try to squeeze his hand, but that's not happening. She'll give him a smile, tiny and faint. But it's not long before she lets her eyes fall shut again, if only because they feel so dry. If he left, she wouldn't blame him. There were people still needing him, ones could still be saved. But it's nice to have him nearby, even as she starts to drift away, sounds and smells all blurring together and fading. The pain, too, starts to fade as well.

And then, after a little while longer, Petra gives one last exhale.]