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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

[switchback]

I dunno. Don't know what to do myself.

[uncertainty]

Come home.

[ he says, without thinking. stupid, stupid. ] Uh... I mean, call your brothers. Go, with them.

[switchback]

[ He thought telling Bro. Or Dirk. Dirk he's barely spoken to since he was sixteen, but Bro, he would have thought the obvious choice. Bro would say the same thing.

Come home. ]

Maybe. They got better doctors here.

[uncertainty]

Tell him, to come there then.

[switchback]

Nah.

[ Go home?? He lets out a long, slow sigh. ]

Fuck.

[uncertainty]

[ He should go to sleep. He's got another 18 hour work day stretched out in front o him but instead he shifts the phone to get more comfortable. ]

Maybe, you should just come home for a little while, and then decide...

[switchback]

You really want me to come home, huh.

[uncertainty]

[ mmm...

He's not going to say he hasn't moved on, hasn't dated and considers his romantic life to be essentially over. They're older trolls. ]

I want you, to be safe.

[switchback]

I'm not really "safe" anywhere.

[ He doesn't really think about it. It didn't work. He didn't, or they didn't, whatever it was. He lapses into some throaty coughs for a moment or two. ]

You just said it like twenty times in a row, is all.

[uncertainty]

Did I?

[ He rubs an eye. ] Sorry.

[switchback]

[ He's quiet for a minute. ]

It's late over there.

[uncertainty]

It's fine.

[switchback]

You gotta go to bed.

[uncertainty]

[ He does but... ]

Call me, tomorrow? At 10PM.

[switchback]

Your time.

[uncertainty]

Yeah.

[ he shuts his eyes and rubs them. ] I'll, be off work then.

[switchback]

Okay.

[ He hasn't stopped squeezing the phone or the papers in his hand. ]

[uncertainty]

Call Bro, please. For, both of your sakes.

[switchback]

... Ok.

[uncertainty]

Okay.

... Goodnight, Dave.

[switchback]

Night, Tav.

[ He doesn't hang up first. He goes on sitting there for a long time after the call ends with the phone still against his ear, just staring off out the window. In fact he doesn't move for hours, and when he does it's only to crawl into bed and sleep. He sleeps hard for several days, oblivious to the world around him and never hearing a thing. ]

[uncertainty]

[ He doesn't get a call back. He waits, and waits, stays up well past his bedtime on more than one day before finally dialing the eldest Strider. ]

[turntables]

[ He's driving home from El Pollo Loco when Fucking Siri interrupts his sick underground rap to tell him the phone's ringing. Normally he'd ignore it but the robotic voice stumbles over Tavros' name ("Tah-Vuh-Rose is calling") and he picks up, cranking the volume down. ]

Sup?

[uncertainty]

Hey. Uh.. [ beter get right into it ]

Have you heard, from Dave lately?

[turntables]

Not since Hanukkah. Why?