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405. There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

(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.)

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.

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?

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?

1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.

1. Using it random.org or a similar site, 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.)

2. 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.

3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

4. Have fun!

((Snagged from an earlier post from way back when... Different pic, but it's pretty much the same.))

John Crichton || Farscape >> Will roll for the tagger

[bring it]

1 (Crichton+3) + Maybe bystander? (Pike)

[In John's defense, he really did think the surgery to remove the neuro-chip would work. But something had slipped or maybe the chip had its own failsafe or that failsafe on the failsafe had broken and either way, he's on his last legs with only days to go. Maybe a week, at best.

Which means John desperately wants to get back to the ship where Aeryn is. Y'know, last goodbyes and all that, the whole bucket list. Right now he's trying to negotiate his way back to this Captain Pike, who he's convinced can't really be there 'cause Pike is from Star Trek but at this point, he figures if he can hitch a ride with a fictional character, he'll take it. John looks wan and pale as he gestures]

Look, you won't even know I'm there. I'll be in and out.

The Enterprise is not a transport ship, Mr.....? [Pike didn't really care what his name was, the man had just come right up to their away team on the planet and accosted them. Something about their uniforms had set him off and when Pike stepped up, he really got agitated for some reason.]

Crichton. John Crichton. [Trust him - even probably dying, running into Star Trek has to be one of the most best last moments he'd possibly have on his way out. John has to fight not to start grinning like a great big geek at Captain Pike]

Everyone else I've tried talking to isn't willing to take on more passengers. You guys are literally the last show in town.

[Pike is unmoved, arms crossed] We have orders to proceed to the next star system. Give me one good reason why I should go against such orders.

Come at me. :|

2 (Crichton - a few hours) + 4 (Carson)

[John lasts long enough with Carson supporting him to make it to this planet's version of a bathroom. What he coughs up looks an awful lot like spit and blood. He's thinking it's probably that drink that alien chick Carson shot force-fed him before the other human rescued him a few hours ago. Right now John's legs are trembling and he doesn't think he can get up from where he dropped to his knees]

Yeah, uh. Don't drink the Kool-Aid here. [Tries to wipe his shaking hand against his mouth, the laugh weak. Nah, he didn't find it funny either]

All the CR

Bloody hell...

[Carson is looking worried. What does he do? He's on an alien planet with someone coughing up blood next to him.] L-Listen, son. You're going to be alright. I'm a doctor, I'll... [He'll do what?!]

I'll think of something...

[Giving him an unsteady, sidelong glance] You're supposed to say "I'm a doctor, not an engineer".

[He heaves and coughs and coughs up more blood. It splatters against the wall as he tries to sit back] I gotta teach you everything.

[Carson is forced to smile at this.] I'm a doctor, not a perfectionist.

[He grabs his first aid kit from the other room, kneeling by the other man.] Open your mouth. See if we can find out what's done this...

'Course you are. [He shoots Carson a look] Guess you want me to say "ah", too? I can tell you what's probably got my goat: big green woman, did the whole Pop Rocks and Coke thing when she fed me the Kool-Aid.

[Careful, Carson. John's getting that look like he's about to vomit blood all over that shirt of yours]

[Carson is prepared this time. He grabs a bag from his kit, holding it in front of John's face.] Into the bag.

[He has that determined look on his face.] If it's an acid or an alkali there'll be burns on the back of your throat. I can try to neutralise it. I'm not going to let you die.

[He doesn't know Crichton at all, but he's willing to try and save him] If only we had some of the stuff she used. Didn't your mother tell you to never accept drinks from strangers?

[Cool. John pukes up all the blood he wants into the bag until he's heaving and shaking and quite frankly surprised he's even able to cough up that much blood in the first place. What was it they said about the human body and blood? Probably something important but you try this and see how much presence of mind you've got.]

I wouldn't exactly say I "accepted" anything.

[He tries to push away from Carson so he can curl up in the corner, but he's surprised to find he can't even manage that right now]

Okay, "ah". Go for it, doc.

[Carson swears under his breath at the amount of blood being puked up just there] Major internal haemorraging going on. [He takes out a medical torch, shining it into the back of John's throat]

Nothing. There's nothing... Nothing there. Damn! [He sits there in silence for a few moments.] There's nothing I can do to stop this. And if the rate of bleeding keeps going...


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