Favorite Causes of Death

Started by sjanimal, October 16, 2004, 12:50:13 PM

Ed Gruberman, approach that you may learn Tae Kwon Leep.

Boot to the head!
quote="Larrath"]"On the 5th day of the Ascending Sun, in the Month of Whira's Very Annoying And Nearly Unreachable Itch, Lord Templar Mha Dceks set the Barrel on fire. The fire was hot".[/quote]

My favorite way to go is PK or HRPT. Cause you get to live out the scene..

My favorite way to kill someone, is by taking out a bounty and having them hunted.. I have done this twice.. and it was fun for me both times.. I hope it was fun for the two people who bit it.

Assassination I would also think is a ton of fun.
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Best way to die HRPTs.

Best way to Kill someone? Get their loved ones to do it  :twisted:
Quote from: roughneck on October 13, 2018, 10:06:26 AM
Armageddon is best when it's actually harsh and brutal, not when we're only pretending that it is.

Protecting one of your characters loved ones...especially if your characters death actually succeeded in saving that special someones life.
oodness, courage, and love is a song. In my travels I have learned one thing, evil creatures can not sing.  -Drizzt Do'Urden-


The shield wall isnt too hard to avoid, all you need to do, is stay two spaces away from it if you are in a fight.
May God have mercy on my foes, because I wont.

so you say, but back in the day it was possible to just type "n" and fall to your death....ask any bynner. ;-)

I never came close to falling before, as I was always careful around the wall.
May God have mercy on my foes, because I wont.

My favorite death so far was with my first PC, when I decided to investigate the 'rinth, without knowing what it was. A nice axe weilder taught me a quick and permanent lesson.  :D

Worst death was looking good on one outing, then immediately going on another to whacked by two uber gith without being rescued by the two better fighters that were with me. Ugh.
Surrender!"
"You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept."

You hear the hissing sound of a blade being drawn as someone steps behind you.

*Backstab death message*

*beep* Welcome to Armageddon. Never been killed this way...but being unknowningly assassinated with an emote would rule. I've never died in a HRPT, even though by all rights with one of my characters, I should have died about 40 times. (I was a 2d warrior...and yet I survived. With a lot of hp, while giants and magickers and clanned sergeants died around me. Whoo.)

Worst: Someone with no IC reason to kill you. Something like- (in your clan barracks) So and so draws a sword. *beep*
I tripped and Fale down my stairs. Drink milk and you'll grow Uaptal. I know this guy from the state of Tenneshi. This house will go up Borsail tomorrow. I gave my book to him Nenyuk it back again. I hired this guy golfing to Kadius around for a while.

Best way:

>n
You walk off the edge of a really big cliff.

You fall.

You keep falling.

You're still falling.

>l

The air
You're falling in midair. Sucks for you.
An enormous steel longsword is falling here.

>take sword
You fall some more.

You see no sword here.

You land.

>l
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

>think What's a grue?
You think: "What's a grue?"

A grue eats you. Told you so.

Welcome to Armageddon!


Note: None of the above actually happened to me. Ever.
I've been away from Zalanthas for some time, but I still think you all are kank shit. Don't worry, I'll come back and fix it up. By the way, has anyone found, like, water? This desert is getting old.

Whats a grue?
May God have mercy on my foes, because I wont.


Quote from: "Kill4Free"Whats a grue?

Classic Infocom (think Zork). See here:
http://jzip.sourceforge.net/frobozz/frobg.html#TheGrue

Agent already beat you to it :P
May God have mercy on my foes, because I wont.

I'd just like to thank the two rascals who lead my previous character to a place then robbed him of all he was worth, including life. It was my first death by pkilling and probably the best. To the two ingenious pkillers out there, cheers!

Ah, that damn templarate up to no good again, hrm?
quote="Hymwen"]A pair of free chalton leather boots is here, carrying the newbie.[/quote]

It's been long enough that I can post this one without too much shame. By no means my favorite death, but far and away the funniest.

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Riding between the two cities with a relatively non-combat character. Been back and forth a number times with no danger whatsoever, and I was feeling pretty desert savvy by now.

So, I see a Jozhal off the road. "Aha!" I think, "Jozhal = easy prey. They run away from me all the time. I can get some throwing practice in!"

I fling a knife at the unfortunate creature - wham! A hit! I'm just readying another knife when the jozhal enters, looking pretty pissed off. It drags me off my mount and proceeds to maul me horribly. I'm kinda shocked here, it's like being mutilated by that baby you were snatching candy from. After a few minutes of inconclusive fighting which leaves me at about 10hp, I take the hint and head for the hills. I ride to Allanak in a hurry but - shit, the gates are closed! No matter. Should be safe enough here, I'll just rest for a bit.

A little before dawn, my HP still haven't regenerated at all, but I'm not worried... Until the jozhal arrives, a psychotic gleam in its glowing cybernetic eye. This was some kinda rabid terminator jozhal from hell. It doesn't seem to see me, but it's tracked me all the way from the salt flats. This is a jozhal on a mission. The mess of tracks around the gate has it confused, though! It's not sure who to maim!

So, while its busy searching for my tracks, the gate finally opens. I'm saved! I stand up from resting, ready to leap onto my kank and ride triumphantly into the city.

And... The jozhal looks up.

A split second before I hit 'east', my throat is torn right the fuck out by the rampaging jozhal. My character dies the most ignoble death imaginable, inches from safety, slaughtered by the lowliest creature in the desert. I can only hope nobody was watching this from inside the gates.


*applauds*

Yeah, that was really good.
'm helpful to noobs, ask me questions, totally noob friendly.

"Mail mud@ginka.armageddon.org if you think you've crashed the game."

--Nessalin

Okay okay... I just remembered my first death.

It was the type of death that sparked a furious rage and the desire to make my next pc to be one that killed everything (tm). Funny thing is, she didn't... but her kid did.


Anyway... I'm a new player and a friend took me under his wing, inducting me into Oash as a guard. We're out hunting one day, and for some reason I got separated from him. (This was waaaay back when, btw, in the Lawrence days.)

I'm trying to make it back to the wagon, yes, we took the wagon out to hunt. When four or five elves show up. I snarl bravely, of course, because I was taught that Oash don't like elves. Blackwing elves even... ooooooh... ultra evil hatred goodness. So, my day old warrier with no movement and really shiny new Oash armbands...

Yeah... You can pretty much figure out how it went from there.
Proxie
For those who knew him, my husband Jay, known as Becklee from time to time on Arm, died August 17th, 2008, from complications of muscular dystrophy.

*WARNING*

This was a number of years ago, but is a fairly detailed story.  I'm leaving things intentionally vague here, but if an imm feels this is a little too IC - please, delete.

Also, there is a lot of background to this, and the way this death was cool is actually more ooc than IC, although ICly it was a pretty cool death anyways.

The Background:

For the better part of a year, I was the head of a clan that was, shall we say, in trouble.  This clan was LARGE, and player run... my clan head answered to no npcs above him.  Rampant out of character mongering dominated the proceedings of this clan.  PLots and goals were made with ooc friends, and my clan head also protected a PC he should have by all rights killed - said PC was played by an ooc friend.  Needless to say, when I wasn't playing I was writing COUNTLESS EMAILS to the armag imms in an attempt to keep the clan PC-run, as well as keep said troublesome character alive.  

This went on for a while, but eventually - it came to the end.  In aftermath, I can see pretty damn clearly how bad we were..

The imms finally stepped in, instituted an NPC head of the clan, and troublesome character was killed.  In a snit, I retired my char, and the clan closed.  ICly, it continued to exist... just not as an open clan.

The Death:

A while later, I am playing another character of some power.  This is the first HRPT.  Since then I liek to think I had repaired my ooc mongering ways, and was having fun at the mud and doing well.  This one character was rather mediocre in my opinion - but that all changed that day.

In one day (again being vague here) I'm able to see a rival killed, various enemies vanquished, and great favour is bestowed to him from above.  Then, we head off on a huge military campaign.  Everything is going as well as PHYSICALLY possible.  After a long and exhausted day of rping, this huge campaign comes down to one final battle.  My PC is asked to lead the final charge of this huge HRPT.  

And so, brimming with pride and thinking of the glory ahead, my PC charges against the gates of the clan I had spent the better part of a year trying to save from extinction.  As a huge melee ensues - I spy the current clan head.

This was the immrun NPC who had ICly come in and more or less spelled the end of that stupid, ooc mongering clan I loved so well.  And so, my military leader, with no IC reason, attacks the NPC because I think all of his guards are occupied.  This was, again, a totally out of character action - I wanted a bit of vengeance.

This was a mistake.

My character is MOWED down by all of the clan's npcs, and the killing blow, I believe, was landed by the cook.

And so my character falls valiantly in battle at the climax of the HRPT - ooc, I'm laughing my -head- off.  My character died because of an ooc action, when he was -wiping a clan of off of the face of the mud- BECAUSE of the ooc mongering I was a great part of in that very same clan.  

The moral of the story, kids?

DON'T OOC MONGER

-Dave
Mansa to Me: "You are a cancer to ArmageddonMUD."

Favourite death so far was to my favourite character, at a recent and quite popular mostly player-arranged event. Sure, it was too chaotic for me to have made any sense out of it, but that made for a suitable enviroment.

Getting castrated!

Go Clegane!

Getting eaten by a Bahamet in one bite.  :twisted:
heres bone dust in my throat and everything is dead, but it's alright.....