the death meme

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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!



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Comments

[mylawn]

If it works, it works.

[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.

[shotgunsakimbo]

Maybe sick of you nipping at my heels.

[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?

[mylawn]

[He laughs a little darkly, not really caring about making noise. Reaper knows where he is, and 76 tightens his grip on the trigger.]

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

[shotgunsakimbo]

[Whatever undoubtedly snarky response he has for that doesn't manage to make it out, Reaper instead trying to throw himself out of 76's line of fire. His leg wound and lack of abilities means he's not moving fast enough and the spray catches him across the chest and one shoulder. Focusing through the burst of burning pain, even blunted by the body armor, he swings up his good arm, shotgun in hand, and fires in 76's direction.]

[mylawn]

[76 barely withdraws himself when the shotgun punches a hole in the edge of the wall, dust and little shrapnel grazing him as he holds his position, something that's becoming increasingly difficult. He breathes, but this time it's ragged, and when he sees blood on the floor, his legs seem just that much more unsteady.

Breathe, count, wait for the reload.

When he has the chance, he abandons his cover, looking to finally close the distance between them.]

[shotgunsakimbo]

[Reaper tosses aside one of his shotguns, no point in continuing to carry it when he’s not sure he can aim or control the recoil with an injured shoulder. He still attempts to reach for his abilities, to try and dissipate into mist, but there’s not even a hint of black smoke when he tries. These are reactions he burned into himself, to make the most of what was done to him. Without them, it's a loss of focus. He might as well have gift-wrapped 76 an opening.

He quickly starts to backpedal, to retreat back into cover.]

[mylawn]

[He has to find an opening because he can’t keep this up forever, and when he hears the shotgun clatter to the ground, 76 decides that it’s his chance. If Reaper gets the better of him now, he thinks, there wouldn’t have been anything he could do about it anyway.

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.]