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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]

[ What the fuck bro. irving's just staring at him wide-eyed. ]

[turntables]

[ He missed the stupid shocked baby face. Vyd typically looks at him with what he would call "patience" more than anything, when it's pretty clear she doesn't have much of anything of the sort.

He smiles a little and encradles the kid in the crook of his arm. ]

Luckily for him I still got a shit ton of baby toys. [ Looking up. ] Yer staying awhile, right.

[miasmajesty]

Figured I'd move here. I'm pretty sick of LA.

[turntables]

Here-here or here as in Houston. Because I gotta say, both cities suck equally.

[miasmajesty]

[ shrugging. ] Whichever.

[turntables]

Still got Vyd's old furniture in Dave's room, use it if you want it.

[ dude it's literally the same furniture that's been used since dirk was a baby. ]

[miasmajesty]

Alright.

[ Irving starts to cry and reach for his daddy. Seriously, shameful as a Strider. ] I can't leave the god damn room without him having a panic attack.

[turntables]

Wait, you're telling me we have another clingy kid in the family? No.

[ Say it isn't so.

He hands him back over, glancing toward the back bedroom that's still a carefully preserved shrine to Dave, as well as a nursery. ]

I'd say give him Cal and let him get over it but I'm pretty sure Vyd took him to school. She'd beat your ass if you tried to fight her for him.

[miasmajesty]

No doubt.

[ Irving stuffs his hand into his mouth and chews it a bit. ]

[turntables]

Should be home in a couple hours.

[ Sinking back onto the couch. Fuck his old back hurts. ]

[miasmajesty]

[ Pulling out some of Irvings toys and setting him on the floor to play. ]

How's the kid doing, anyway?

[turntables]

Holding her own, I guess. She's nine goin' on thirty, independent and sassy as hell. Not much of a fighter though.

[miasmajesty]

Heard not many hybrids are.

[turntables]

She uses her words. Which pretty much does nothing except get her into more trouble.

[miasmajesty]

[ Wry smile. ] She's Dave's, alright.

[turntables]

She got them both pretty equally. Helps that both her parents were smartmouthed little underhanded shits, too.

[ Shaking his head with a faint grin. ]

Looks more like her daddy, though.

[miasmajesty]

Yeah.

[turntables]

Dunno what she'll think of you. She don't like strangers much, but she knows who you are. Sorta.

[miasmajesty]

We'll get to know each other.

[turntables]

Cool.

[ Poor old Bro is sleepy even though he's been asleep all day. Drifting back against the couch with a grunt. ]

Good having you home.

[miasmajesty]

[ Letting him doze, grabbing a blanket and tossing it over him. ]

Good to be home, Bro.

[turntables]

[ SNORE.

An hour or so later the school bus drops Vyd off out front and she lets herself in. She's initially a little suspicious of their guests, looking around and then edging into the kitchen where she'd normally be doing her homework, but instead just wants to use the dining counter as a barrier between her and the living room, glancing over uneasily but curiously. ]

[miasmajesty]

[ Looking over.

Your uncle's kind of a pierced and tattooed freak, honey. He doesn't blame you. ]

Hey, kid.

[turntables]

[ Hi...

To her credit, she's not entirely shy. Awkward runs in the family, though, and she got it in spades on both sides. She looks at the counter like it's very interesting.

Uncle Dirk? ]

[miasmajesty]

Sup? [ Nodding. ] The rugrat is your cousin, Irving.