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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

[turntables]

[ A long stretch of silence, curling her fingers tightly over the top of the book.

Is Bro gonna die? ]

[miasmajesty]

[ Don't ask me these fucking questions, anybody but me. ]

Not right now... but maybe soon, yeah.

[turntables]

[ ... Oh. She bites her lip, staring down at the book and searching the page as if looking for an answer. Ultimately she just doesn't say anything else. ]</small

[miasmajesty]

[ ... ]

I know I'm no Bro, but... when the time comes, if you want, you can come with me. I know your aunts will want to take you in too, your grandmom too, but the offers there... I'm fixin' to move up north.

[turntables]

[ She doesn't really know what to say to that. She can't imagine a life anywhere else, even if it's not the best; no life without Bro, because he was there from day one, even after mama died. The thought is just completely unheard of.

She nods but looks a little scared and confused. ]

Okay.

[miasmajesty]

Okay.

[ they're better about people like her up north, too. half-bloods are treated with respect, like people, not like animals. ]

[turntables]

[ She has no idea there's such a thing as a place where she gets treated fairly outside her own home. No idea about anything.

She slips the bookmark back into the book and mumbles that she's ready to go to bed. ]

[miasmajesty]

Alright. Just holler if you need anything.

[ Scooping up his rock child and heading downstairs. ]

[turntables]

[ Curling up under her blanket and hugging her stuffed animal until she falls asleep.

Back downstairs, Bro is still zonked out, but he rouses at the sound of feet on the stairs this time with a quiet snort. ]

Shit. 'sit storytime?

[miasmajesty]

Already took care of it.

[ Putting Irving down to bed and coming back out. ] Your girl's worried about you.

[turntables]

[ Fuck. He knows she hates when he misses storytime. He rubs his face and sits up a little, stiff as hell from laying so still for so long. ]

I'm alright.

[miasmajesty]

[ mm...

he sits down in the chair across from him. ]

You know Texas is a shitty place for her to be.

[turntables]

Not many places that aren't. [ Glance. ] Where the hell else is she gonna go, anyway. She's nine.

[miasmajesty]

It ain't like that up North. Half-trolls have rights there. Hell, full-blooded trolls have the same rights as you or me.

[turntables]

How far north are you talking.

[miasmajesty]

Canada.

[turntables]

[ fucking canada ]

You know how hard it is to get a regular troll a passport? It's hard enough crossing state lines, nevermind country borders.

[miasmajesty]

I've been looking into it.

[turntables]

Pretty cut off up there. Reckon it wouldn't be much of a difference for you, though.

[miasmajesty]

I figure I can get all four of us passports within two months.

[turntables]

[ A long, slow sigh. ]

Dunno if I'm up for a move.

[miasmajesty]

[ mm... ]

I have faith in your old bones.

[turntables]

Not what I meant. My bones are nothin' but spring chicken drumsticks, I'll have you know.

[miasmajesty]

Alright. But a move might be good for the both of you.

[turntables]

Maybe.

[ It's a pretty dismissive "maybe." ]