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[miasmajesty]

 

 

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

[miasmajesty]

[ Curling up on his sleeping bag.

Bro's gonna wake up with Irving at his side. in the dark hec oudln't pick out his daddy from his grandpa. ]

[turntables]

[ He wakes up and sees blond hair on a baby and thinks it's Vyd (never mind that there's no horns) and cradles Irving in the crook of his arm just like he used to. Like he does every night still, as far as his memory's concerned.

Daevyd gets herself up and ready for school as independently as she gets ready for bed, showering, picking out her clothes, having some breakfast, packing up her backpack. She turns to see Bro all cuddled up with Irving and feels a little pang of jealousy, worrying her lip with her teeth and tromping out to go catch the bus. ]

[miasmajesty]

[ As soon as Irving wakes up and realizes he's not with his daddy, he starts to cry and scream for Dirk.

Dirk's up instantaneously. ]

[turntables]

[ It actually takes Bro a second to wake up even with the kid screaming right in his ear. He jerks his head up and frowns, rocking the bundle in his arm from side to side, bleary-eyed. ]

Shh, s'okay.

[miasmajesty]

I got it.

[ The boy doesn't hear him over his own screaming. Dirk sighs and steps over. ]

[turntables]

[ He only just realizes right then that it's not Vyd, looking up in surprise and then unfolding his arm from around Irving. ]

Here.

[miasmajesty]

Thanks.

[ Shooshing him down. ]

[turntables]

[ Slowly sitting up. ]

Thought it was Vyd.

[miasmajesty]

[ He quiets down pretty quick, holding onto his dad's shirt tightly. ]

And he thought you were me. [ the kid gives a sulky nod. ]

[turntables]

Not quite, kiddo.

[miasmajesty]

[ ablublublu.

he sits down and bounces him on his lap. ]

[turntables]

[ A quick glance at the clock and the lack of a pink sparkly backpack on the counter tells him Vyd already left. He considers getting up and then just sinks back into the couch with a tired sigh. ]

We got cereal if he's hungry. The good non-shitty kind.

[miasmajesty]

[ Kid says he's hungry and Dirk bustles about feeding him. Once he's taken care of he plops him down by his toys. ]

I've got the paperwork for our passports in my bag.

[turntables]

[ Passports for what?

Oh yeah. ]

Ok. You need me to do somethin' with them?

[miasmajesty]

You'll have to fill out the details on yours and Vyd's.

[turntables]

Aight.

[ he can handle that. no problem.

[miasmajesty]

[ Digging them out and handing them over. ]

[turntables]

[ He has a little trouble with specific dates. He gets stuck on Vyd's birthday (and feels like such an idiot), rewinding to the day Dave died and counting seven months, two weeks and six days later and finally writes the answer down. ]

[miasmajesty]

[ Dirk hovers nearby, ready to offer assistance should he need it. Porn star or not, he is a certifiable genius. ]

[turntables]

[ >8K no he can do it himself geez

Except he can't remember his social or his driver's license number so he just leaves those blank. Whatever who cares. When he's finished he hands them over. ]

[miasmajesty]

[ He's got those memorized so he marks them down. ]

[turntables]

[ Sigh. ]

Gonna need to start fuckin' wearing a nametag just so I don't get confused when I look in a mirror.

[miasmajesty]

You need to just get some pretty little thing to make you feel young.

[turntables]

[ A faint smirk. ]

Well they do got hot eskimo babes in Canada.

[miasmajesty]

All the hottest chicks hail from north of the border.