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the death meme


(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

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.


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HOW IT WORKS:
1. This is where I am changing it up. 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!

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ETC

Other relationships -- such as murderer/victim, doctor/patient, etc. -- can be added in along with the randomized relationships at your whim if you feel the need, or even used to replace the relationships under that heading. Just, check with the other player first if you're going to do something extreme to their character! Or, in the case of canonmates, if you want to ignore the table and just go with your characters' canon relationship, you certainly can do that as well.

Also, if you would prefer to ignore the table entirely and just play out your own death scenario, feel free! This is a meme, so rules are pretty lax. If you like, you can also replace "death" with some other irreversible, negative scenario, such as being trapped in another dimension. The main point is that the characters conversing will never get the chance to talk to one another again, so you better make the last things you say to them count.

Immortal characters can be AU'd into non-immortals or otherwise made to fit the settings however their muns would desire. Also, if you get a death prompt and a time limit that don't make sense together you can either interpret the prompt as liberally as necessary to make it make sense OR you can simply roll the time left again until you get a time limit that makes more sense! :3

- reposted from here.

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IM ON MY OWN SHIT

[combatmode]

[ They all saw the visions of this accursed place, standing together on the precipice of manifest destiny and a timeline wild and untamed. They'd all stood shoulder-to-shoulder before the screaming wall of that storm, the only thing keeping each one of them from crumbling beneath the fear and misery the unbreakable bulwark of the bonds they had forged. Tifa remembers how tightly she'd grasped Aerith's hand back then as their senses were assaulted by the scent of someplace earthy and primal and ancient, as water-spun lightbars sizzled over them and they watched Aerith's face, a mask of peaceful repose, sink down, down, down into the cerulean expanse, her hair a halo round her head, her fingers clasped in prayer.

Tifa thought the point was to never have to see that again. That the decision between them was unanimous: they would cross the threshold, together, and fight til the bitter end for the freedom to tell their own story. They'd forge their own path, together, and reclaim their destiny once and for all from those blind and bitter things that cared not for broken hearts and too many friends left to die.

And then Aerith disappeared. With the curse of foresight, all of them knew where she had gone, but the insult here was that the mad rush to find her still brought them to this place. Tifa endured the journey on a stomach too wracked with fear and grief and nausea to speak. She knew what was going to happen, had carefully run through every eventuality with that special eye of hers, and only one outcome was in the cards. By the time she caught her first in-person glimpse of that liquid resplendence that haunted the worst of her nightmares, she could hardly stand, overcome by the sour vertigo of her wrenching stomach.

Everything is so wrongly perfect. Aerith is kneeling in prayer upon the platform. Cloud is taking the lead, holding out a hand to still the rest of them. He'll handle this, he says, just like always. What he doesn't expect is the spinning kick to the sharp line of his jaw, to falter with a curse as Tifa springs over him, hopping over every other pillar with searing determination. Her lungs are burning almost as badly as her legs, her whole body an overblown inferno ready to detonate at any moment. Time slows but for Cloud's wounded yell behind her. She hears him scrambling to follow. He'll never catch her.

Cloud is owed a life where he never loses Aerith, and Aerith is owed a life, any life at all, for giving away so much of her own. Despite her tears, despite the ragged edge of fear tearing through every dwindling nerve she's got, she's smiling when she grasps Aerith's wrist and spins her round with it, like papa used to do in those days when he called Tifa his little princess and danced with her standing on his shoes. She just doesn't want Aerith to see when that split second of Not Right puts her in the path of Sephiroth's blade in her stead, the wicked edge of it slipping through her like a hot knife through butter almost before she's gotten Aerith completely clear. It was so, so close, but she's done it.

Aerith's destiny belongs to her again. ]