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The Last Words 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. 


(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.)



HOW IT WORKS:
Getting your numbers from RNG (or pick your own), the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.) 

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.

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

As usual, all meme's are open to interpretation. If you want to play an AU immortal, yay. If you want to be sucked into another dimension or shoved into a tiny glass box, also fine. YOUR PLAY, NOT MINE.



CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligance, 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?

Comments

[uncertainty]

Old age, I guess.

[ brngh. ]

[switchback]

If it keeps up you should get it checked out. Could be something worse than being an old fart.

[uncertainty]

Mm... it's fine. [ Going to a troll physician is the worst and most expensive mistake he could make. They might just cull him. ]

[switchback]

What if it's not.

[uncertainty]

It's fine, Dave.

[switchback]

[ It's not fine, nothing is ever fine. He sits up with a little effort, rolling his shoulders. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Just gonna stay laying down like that. ] I can't afford, to go.

[switchback]

Money's not really an issue.

[uncertainty]

I'm not going to take, your money...

[switchback]

It's no good to me, dude... what the hell am I going to do with it.

[uncertainty]

[ mmmmgngh. ]

I don't want to go.

[switchback]

Just if it gets worse, or doesn't go away. Don't just ignore it. I'm pretty much a living testament of how that path leads to ruin.

[uncertainty]

Okay.

[ He's sure it's just a bug. ]

[switchback]

Promise me you'll go. I want it signed, sealed, and dated in blood, and then legally notarized, laminated, and framed in an ornately carved mahogany case to put on my wall. Right in between my Ph.D in professional application of "your mom" jokes and my signed photo of Kirsten Dunst as a tiny, adorable vampire.

[uncertainty]

Okay! Dave, I just want to go back to sleep. Stop.

[switchback]

Okay.

[ He stretches again, this time with a little pain, and that's all the remaining motivation he needs to lay back down, leaning over to kiss Tavros' forehead before he gets comfortable. ]

END NUMBER ONE TAVROS IS A DIRTY LIAR

[uncertainty]

[ He curls up next to him and dozes back off.

The nausea doesn't fade but he gets better about curbing it. If it's something bad, thats fine by him... It's not like he's got much to stay for after Dave goes, anyway, he thinks as he wipes his mouth and bustles back around to get breakfast ready. ]

[switchback]

[ Dave doesn't hassle him about it again. He doesn't demand an actual signed statement that he went or ask to see the papers or whatever. His money's a free commodity that Bro now manages, with the aid of his agent; he just assumes one of them takes care of it.

Progressing into the later weeks of the second month isn't pretty. He only barely gets himself out of bed and over to the table for breakfast, even though it's mostly a formality because eating is a joke. ]

Mornin'.

[uncertainty]

Morning.

[ He kisses Dave's cheek and rests the plate of fried tofu in front of him. ]

[switchback]

How're you.

[ The smell makes him ill, even though he knows it's good. He turns his head away but tries to disguise it as just glancing at the clock on the stove. ]

[uncertainty]

Good. How are, you?

[switchback]

Good.

[ nghrhghg poking at his food. ]

You gonna eat?

[uncertainty]

No. I already, ate. [ yeah. ]

[switchback]

Oh.

[ Well.

Attempting to take a bite. He swallows it down and grimaces the whole way, pushing the plate back. ]

Ugh, fuck. I can't, sorry.

[uncertainty]

[ 8( ]

It's okay. [ He pulls the plate over to him. ]