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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]

[ ... ]

Pretty much came in here to do the same thing, honestly.

[uncertainty]

Do you want to just stay in here, for a bit...?

[switchback]

Little more time in the closet won't hurt.

[uncertainty]

It wouldn't be, the first time we've done it.

[switchback]

[ A fairly noticeable pause.

Good thing it's dark, because he doesn't know what face to make. This kind of talk is going to lead to more bickering but those are some good memories. ]

We had an entirely different set of priorities back then.

[uncertainty]

We were young.

[switchback]

Not so much anymore.

[uncertainty]

No. Not anymore.

[switchback]

[ He's quiet for a long time aside from the low, wheezy breaths and occasional coughs. ]

Why do you keep bringing it up? —I mean... I'm just wondering.

[uncertainty]

Uh... Our age?

[switchback]

Us. In general.

[uncertainty]

Oh.

[ .... nope nope nope nope ]

[switchback]

I don't get it.

[uncertainty]

[ shrugging... slowly. ]

[switchback]

[ Dude it's dark. ]

Say something.

[uncertainty]

Now isn't a good time, Dave.

[switchback]

[ ........... ]

Forget it. [ There's a soft thud as he fumbles for the door, struggling with the knob and pushing it open. ] See you later.

[uncertainty]

[ Pause. ]

Dave?

[switchback]

Just forget it.

[ His shoulders jump when he holds in his cough so no one at the party will hear him and he realizes it might make him look like he's upset so he makes sure to give Tavros as cold of a passing glance as he can manage before he steps out and pushes the door shut again behind him. screw staying for the festivities. ]

[uncertainty]

[ oh.

the party fizzles out after a few hours. tavros doesn't leave the closet, he just stays curled up in the closet and waits until karkat shoos the rest of them out. ]

[switchback]

[ Dave doesn't make another attempt at coming out, even though the secret's out about him being home. Karkat harasses his phone constantly and Dave learns to just ignore it, which eventually leads into just turning off. Over the span of a handful of weeks he degenerates like wildfire. He's a boulder going downhill gathering no moss whatsoever. At any given moment Bro can count on him to be so asleep he won't hardly wake up and he's completely gut wrenched, watching his kid slip away like that.

He's not even slipping, he's like... rocket blasting away. He calls up Mom just to talk and it "accidentally slips out" during the conversation and after that he calls Dirk and tells him outright even though Dave expressly told him, out of everyone he could have mentioned by name, not to tell Dirk.

Whatever. Kid's asleep. Not like he'll notice. When he wakes up he doesn't even cough anymore, just wheezes, and each breath is tight and tense with pain. Bro wraps him in a blanket and sticks him out on the porch to get some sunlight, for lack of knowing what else to do with him. ]

[uncertainty]

[ There is no tactful way to tell someone that you're still madly in love with them. There's just no way. And so Tavros doesn't.

He leaves it for weeks. Loses his license to live outside the districts and is shuffled on into four with little fanfare. Some of them fight for him but he just sags his shoulders and takes it quietly.

Eventually, though, he attempts to call. ]

[switchback]

[ There's not many he'll pick up for. Even the ones he does answer don't always get a free pass. Most of the time he just sends them straight to voicemail (which is pointless because it's already full). He's dozing in the sun, shivering even though he's wrapped up and it's 80 degrees out and his phone buzzes in his hand.

In spite of everything, he still picks up for Tavros. ]

Hey.

[uncertainty]

Hi.

[ This was a poorly thought out plan. ]

[switchback]

What's up.

[ Flatly. He has no energy. ]