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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

[turntables]

[ That's for the best.

Bro comes tromping back home a little later with a mountain of goodies for the baby (}8OOOO), plopping it all down in the kitchen and nodding a faint greeting while he unloads the bags. ]

[uncertainty]

[ He hands her on over to Bro once he has the bags down and sets about putting things away. Teamwork! ]

[turntables]

[ yessssssss baby time. Immediately setting to fascinating her with some new toy he found, wiggling her around and bouncing her on the countertop. ]

Y'oughta think about giving the kid a name.

[uncertainty]

I'm not good at, names.

[turntables]

Can't just call her "kid" forever.

[ Well. Actually. ]

Kid's not a half bad name, actually. Little short, is all.

[uncertainty]

We're not calling her, kid.

[turntables]

Pick somethin' better, then.

[uncertainty]

I'll think about it.

[ taking all these clothes to put in the baby dresser. ]

[turntables]

[ Taking the baby to the couch to go place bouncy horse and flying superman baby and his personal favorite, "oh shit where did bro go, just kidding he's right fuckin here calm down." ]

[uncertainty]

[ He spends the next hour trying to come up with baby names, writing them out in a notepad and testing them.

Eventually after a long nap it comes to him and he wheels out and presents the notebook to bro. ]

[turntables]

What's this.

[ Baby's passed the fuck out, worn out from all that bugeyed staring at everything. He takes the notebook and flips it open. ]

[uncertainty]

I came up, with her name, if it's okay by you.

[ dAEVYD is written in both Alternian and English on the last page. ]

[turntables]

[ He skims over the other stuff scribbled in there until he gets to the last one. Even if that weren't obviously the One, it's the one he would have gone for, anyway. He goes to pronounce it out loud but it sticks on his tongue, since he knows exactly how it's supposed to sound. ]

... Yeah. I like it.

[uncertainty]

Me too.

[ He looks at her, all tuckered out. ] Daevyd.

[turntables]

[ Almost on cue, she scrunches in her sleep, squeezing tiny fingers around part of Lil Cal's leg, burbling a little and drifting back off. ]

Guess she likes it.

[uncertainty]

Yeah.

[ God what a cutie. ]

[turntables]

You wanna put her in the crib?

[uncertainty]

Yeah, let me just... [ picking her up carefully. ]

[turntables]

[ Fuss. If she had the strength she'd drag Cal with her but his leg flops as soon as she's picked up and after a brief whine, she forgets about it and gurgles herself back to sleep. ]

[uncertainty]

[ wheeling carefully into the bedroom and putting her down in her crib. he comes back around to bring cal in. ]

[turntables]

[ Once again Cal has a youngster to look after. Bro is so proud of him. He is just filled with purpose.

You go, Cal. Raising what is now five kids so far and probably still counting. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Tavros comes back in once she's down for sleep, offering a faint smile. ]

I introduced her, to her dad today.

[turntables]

[ A half-second pause before he realizes what he means. ]

She didn't cry, did she. "What is this bullshit," and then the gale force of an unprecedented tantrum, unleashed in the face of a nondescript urn.

[uncertainty]

No. She just... [ Looked like a dumb baby. ] She looked like, she was impressed.

[turntables]

[ Oh. ]

She should be.