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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]

[ That's not good at all. Tavros grabs the bottle and shakes a few pills onto his hand. ]

[switchback]

[ Swallowing them down dry. Fuck it who cares. ]

[uncertainty]

[ reaching out carefully to stroke dave's hair back from his face.

are you ready for illegal use of mental powers bc you fucking better be. ]

[switchback]

[ It's just too bad Tavros can't feel shit on his upper half instead because it's literally a nightmare from the waist up. It all starts in his upper chest and radiates clear down his arms and into his skull. With the disease running rampant it's like he's just disintegrating.

He doesn't have the energy to react much, lolling his head against Tavros' hand. ]

[uncertainty]

[ oh fuck he wasn't prepared for that much pain. he grits his teeth and weathers it as best he can, stroking dave's cheek and allowing himself to slowly acclimate to the pain. ]

[switchback]

Don't.

[ Even with that weight off his shoulders he's just wiped. He can't focus on forcing Tavros back out. ]

[uncertainty]

Too late.

[ Ha... Slow breath through his nose. ]

[switchback]

Stop.

[ Shaking his arm. Stop echoes through his head two or three times and goes silent again. ]

Don't do that shit, it's not right.

[uncertainty]

I'll stop, when you have something better than tylonel, to make it stop hurting.

[switchback]

I can get my hands on some bootleg Vicodin later. Just—don't do that.

[ He never liked it. Ever. The way he feels is as complicated as it is straightforward and his thoughts are a loud, babbling mess. He thinks a hundred things a second although right now it's very dim. But when he was younger he fought it off as if he were being attacked. ]

[uncertainty]

[ With a sigh he withdraws, keeping just enough of a connection to keep the edge off. He doesn't read Dave's thoughts, doesn't touch it, just keeps him at bay. ]

[switchback]

[ As soon as he does, his grip relaxes around his hand again, taking a slow and shaking breath. ]

I warned you it'd go fast.

[uncertainty]

Are you being treated?

[switchback]

No.

[uncertainty]

Why?

[switchback]

I already told you why.

[uncertainty]

You obviously are proving, to yourself, that letting go isn't easy, and is probably more painful than treatment.

[switchback]

Yeah. [ Shutting his eyes. ] But it's fast. I don't want to drag it out forever.

[uncertainty]

Don't be, so stupid.

[switchback]

Don't be here if you don't like it.

[uncertainty]

I'm not going anywhere.

[switchback]

So sit there and torture yourself if you want, but leave me out of it. The less time I have to lay here trying to accept that I'm gonna fucking die before I'm thirty-five, the better.

[uncertainty]

Oh my god.

[ He grinds his teeth a little. ] Have you even, talked to anyone about this? Or did you just, find out, and then commit to dying.

[switchback]

I talked to the doctors when I first found out about it. They told me pretty much what I told you. One of my lungs is completely fucked so I'd need a transplant, but not even that would solve the issue of there being cancer cells fucking rooted in my breastbone and ribs, which they obviously can't just take out and replace with some other dude's bones. Chemo and radiation would shrink it a little. That's all. But by then it'd probably spread into my arms which would produce tumors the size of fucking volley balls that they'd have to get rid of if I'm lucky; amputate them both if I'm not.

I didn't commit to dying. I just don't have much of a fucking choice.

[uncertainty]

You aren't even taking any medication to make it easier on yourself. You have a choice, you're just, not pursuing it.