The Everybody Is Dead Meme

[carolie]

The Everybody Is Dead Meme Maybe it will happen today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe several days, weeks, months, or even years in the future. Maybe it has already happened, but either way, your character is dead. There is no afterlife, no comfort for their soul, no place for them to linger, and nowhere to move on. There is simply nothing. • Don't comment on this meme. • There is no point. • Because your character is dead. • Very dead. • Just sit here, and reflect. • On how dead your character is.

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[roman_candle]

Sure is dead in here.

[neapolitiny]

[Holds up a sign that simply says.]

Booo. That killed me.

Now I am dead.

[roman_candle]

...Everyone's a critic...

[unalive_them]

I'm not dead! HELLOOOO!

[wplusm1]

[ What else is new? ]

Fortyskey | World of Warcraft OC | Cranky Undead Gal. | NO SMUT

[dembonyhips]

Yeah, what the fuck else is new.

[sainsburys_plant_mister]

Well this sure is








cryptic.

[come_binky]

[The sigh that issued forth from Death's grim, frozen smile was odd. It wasn't peculiar, as far as sighs went it was rather run of the mill, but he hadn't bothered to use any lungs or, indeed, actually sigh at all. Really, there was just the impression of someone having said the word "SIGH".

After a beat, sounding quite like the air being drawn from a crypt, Death motioned to his right and spoke again. The roped off, switchback line didn't appear, per se, but it certainly hadn't been there a moment ago...except as of right now (much like every other series of tedious switchback line partitions) it had been there forever.]

Iғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟʏ ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴ.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Well, this is new. After all the times he thought he stared death in the face. Only clearly not... considering who stood before him now. But, there's the small matter that he doesn't know he's died.]

I don't do queues.

[He doesn't do 'everyone' either.]

What's the meaning of this?

[Sorry, Death, he currently thinks you're in a costume or something. He might need help understanding that he has, in fact, died.]

[ridesapalebinky]

Blue orbs blink. Because, well, there he is. For the first time in an eternity, Death was quite beside himself. For a moment, he just stares, then reaches into his robe, searching to see if a lifetimer for himself had appeared. He didn't find anything, and was forced to conclude that more nonsense was occurring.

ERM. THIS IS...DISCONCERTING.

[outrageous_liar]

[He just struts up, being himself, cane preceding him. He smiles at Death, looking him up and down.]

Well. You're taller than the last man - well, whatever you are - who tried. Better kept, too. I see you're keeping your robe up. The last time I died, you were rather shabby.

[You're in for one this time, Death.]

Senketsu | Kill la Kill

[guitar_case_vagabond]

[fairytails]

[departed_child_of_gods]

Fuck you and your death rules, I do what I want!

[departed_child_of_gods]

WHAT. I don't need last rites, you damn shrine maiden, fuck off!

[isneverwrong]

Well, yeah.

[nowaitthatsstupid]

You're kidding...right?

[disparue]

[...]

[ancientflowers]

Hmm.

[bullet_holes]

[Well isn't this awkward.]

[ancientflowers]

[ At least they have each other as company? ]

[bullet_holes]

[ True. He can't complain too much when he's got great company.]

Now with ACTUAL QUOTES FROM THE PLAY

[backgammonwithkhan]

"Not dead, Darling. Passed over. It's terribly vulgar to say dead."

[ganon]

[But... Ganondorf always keeps coming back. The perks (??) of being stuck in an unending cycle or something. Sucks for the rest of you.]

[customsunglasses]

CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!

i couldn't help it.

[thefreedomreign]

[Vergil is just sitting in a chair looking through his phone, not too far from where Wesker is raging. Someone in passing looks as though they're bothered by all the screaming, which prompts Vergil to speak to them without looking up.]

He's been doing this for about five hours now. If I were you, I'd just move along.

[likesthepizza]

Isn't that cute.

[firstborncopper]

You are from Lord Namo? [He'd never really thought about what it would be like to receive the summons from the Vala of the dead. He's made enough mistakes in life. He's not about to refuse the summons and make everything worse.]

Peach | Young Wizards

[wingedpower]

[ Loud screeching: ]

'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!

Baron Munchausen | Adventures of Baron Munchausen

[outrageous_liar]

He just laughs to himself, shaking his head and thumping his cane on the floor.

"How many times does this make it now, eh what? Quite rejuvenating, a good death. But I think I'll get on with my, aha, life."

[partyhats]

Someone really needs to learn to put their healers behind their knights...

[gahddamnlemons]

Gahddammit... I knew I was holding that Lemonader backwards...

Death || Mythology (TZ)

[neverlateforangels]

I'm terribly afraid that it is your time of departure.

Deanna Winchester | Supernatural

[righteous_woman]

[sigh] Not again.

Hela: Queen of the Dead | Norse Mythology

[hersoulstotake]

I bid welcome to all those that were not worthy enough to get into Valhalla. You are all worthy to be here in Helheim.

Maedhros | Tolkien's Legendarium

[firstborncopper]

[This... is not exactly what he expected to find in the Halls of Mandos.]

f!hawke | dragon age

[magepride]

( there's silence for awhile, but finally, she sighs, and hand cupping at her forehead as she closes her eyes... ) Maker, what a mess...

dead hawkes abound

[sunshineaway]

[It's almost ironic. Almost. Bethany lets out the smallest of sounds of disbelief, a laugh and a cry of despair in one, all the same, when she sees just who else has wandered into this nothingness. Face currently hidden by her hand, but she knows who it is. How could she not?]

I never thought I'd find you here.

did you mean: all my feelings in one thread

[magepride]

( it's a voice she hasn't heard for a long time -- and yet, one she dreamed about for countless nights. she doesn't need to see the other's face to know, but she looks up all the same with a soft -- ) Bethany...

I imagine we're about to go down the long list of people I've disappointed in my life now that I'm here. That's how this is supposed to go, isn't it? ( and a morbid chuckle to follow it up. ) These things are always so much easier with a drink in hand... or seven.

bring tissues

[sunshineaway]

[Beth leans from one foot to the other, mentally feeling that familiar groan rising to the back of her mouth at her sister's ill-timed (especially here) humour, perhaps a chide or a complain to accompany it, but it never makes it out. Just gets lodged in her throat as she shakes her head instead and places a hand to her forhead.]

Maker, I've missed you.

[She almost can't believe it. Almost. But despite those jokes, she desperately did, only realising it now with the elder Hawke sat morosely in front of her.]

I don't think there's much of anything here. Not even drinks. Not even people. Not until you.

Cometh the Morrigan

[korcariwings]

Morrigan breaks the pattern of the endless sea of mist - first with her staff, then in a welcome splash of color. The feathers on her shoulder ruffle with the motion before falling still, whatever force moves this otherworldly fog - it is not wind. The air is stagnant.

"Champion."

There's what sounds like sympathy as she recites the title, though the woman's features remain stoic. It's hard to be sure.

[magepride]

A voice from behind prompts Marian to turn, a wry grin on her lips. Despite the severity of the situation, it just wasn't her style to feel the weight of it -- outwardly, at least.

"Well if it isn't the mysterious Witch of the Wilds," her palms upturned in a welcome, talking with her hands was just something that seemed to happen. "I certainly didn't expect to find you here, or anyone else for that matter." A tilt of her head as she paused to size the other woman up, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[korcariwings]

The fellow mage inclines her head slightly in acknowledgment. At Hawke's gesturing, her demeanor grows dour. "Do not grow coy with me, you've no idea the trouble you've caused me - the time and ingredients I had to sacrifice to cast a spell to track you to this forsaken place."

She glances around her, taking in the endless terrain before turning back to meet her companion with piercing eyes. "Still, better a blubbering idiot than to find you wallowing in self pity, I do loathe self pity. You've no idea the mess you're in."