Most amusing/screwed up death

[The Archbishop]

I just wanted to see what people could come up with as what could be the funniest or worst thing to see right before you are killed such as:

Someone grunts loudly, pulling your pants off forcefully

Someone nods to someone as he flips you over, your face in the dirt.

Someone chuckles, hefting his obsidian-bladed voulge.

beep. Mantis head.


heh have fun.

[Bestatte]

Placing a hand on your shoulder, the <SDesc> man asks you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
    "But ya know what really fekkin bothers me about it, <My PC>?"

92/92hp  Raising her head to peer at the <> man, you ask the <> man, in sirihish:
    "What's that?"

92/92hp  
Keeping pressure on your shoulder, the <> man says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
    "Ya didn't tell me first...ah had ta fekkin hear it from ah fekkin <someone> ah'd jest fekkin met."

92/92hp  
The <> man swipes with his <special custom weapon> across your face.

(combat ensues with my PC in total disbelief that it's happening)

64/92hp  You push off of a <table> and stand up.

64/92hp  

64/92hp  You exclaim, in sirihish:
    "Stop!"

64/92hp              40(92)            90(96)            40(92)            90(96)
(more combat stuff)
40/92hp              31(92)            87(96)            31(92)            87(96)
(more combat stuff)

31/92hp              23(92)            84(96)            23(92)            84(96)
(more combat stuff)

23/92hp  <My PC> runs to the back of the room.

23/92hp              18(92)            82(96)            18(92)            82(96)
(More combat stuff)
PANIC! You couldn't escape!

18/92hp  

18/92hp  You exclaim, in sirihish:
    "No no no!"

18/92hp              83(96)            83(96)You suffer from use of the Way.
You are unable to reach their mind. (trying to get help)

18/92hp              38(96)            39(96)            39(96)
Scowling as he repeatedly slashes you, the <> man exclaims, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
    "Sorry, <>...way it's gotta be.  Ya fekked up!"

18/92hp              40(96)            9(92)            36(96)            9(92)            36(96)
(More combat stuff)
9/92hp  You exclaim, in sirihish:
    "No!"

9/92hp  <My PC> screams!

9/92hp              0(92)            36(96)            0(92)
<More combat stuff>

0/92hp  
Someone takes a deep breath as he kneels down over you.

0/92hp              1(92)            1(92)            37(96)            37(96)You suffer from use of the Way.
You are unable to reach their mind.

1/92hp              6(96)
The <> man licks his lips as he pulls on your head with your hair, propping you up to expose the neck.

1/92hp  
Shaking his head, the <> man says to you, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
    "Fekkin shit happens."

1/92hp  Your vision goes black.

Welcome to Armageddon!

That was my first character. And my most awesome death so far. Watching the stats change with every hit was like...totally traumatic.
This entire part of the scene took maybe 4 minutes total, if that. Everything leading up to it is old news, but still pretty IC stuff so I didn't include it. The same goes for the descriptions of the characters involved and a few other minor (but IC) details.

[Gorobei]

I'll always rue the day I forgot to log this one!


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A Cell of Some Sort
  A generic description of a prison cell.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Someone unlocks the door from the other side.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar opens the door from the other side.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar has entered the room.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier has entered the room.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier has entered the room.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar gives a half-giant Tuluki soldier an order.
A half-giant Tuluki soldier subdues you, despite your efforts to struggle away.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar gives a half-giant Tuluki soldier an order.
A half-giant soldier bends down to attach a set of bone shackles to your ankles.
You are already wearing something on your feet.

Walking, walking, walking...

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A Tavern, Somewhere [NSW]
  There are tables, and stuff.  Booze, too.
A bunch of people are here.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Some people stand and bow to the Jihaen templar.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Loudly announcing, the Jihaen templar says, in sirihish:
  "This man has fought in the war against the Sun king!  He has killed many of our fine- (speech edited) -and he shall be executed!"

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A half-giant Tuluki soldier twists your arm, sending you stumbling a step forward for display to the crowd.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A cheer is sent up from the back of the room at the Jihaen templar's words.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar draws a massive battle scimitar and levels it at your throat.

<84/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A bottle is sent flying from somewhere in the room, smashing into the small of your back.

<79/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar draws back at the attack, glancing into the shadowed corners of the room.

<79/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar tells a half-giant Tuluki soldier, softly, in sirihish:
  "Take him outside."

<81/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Everyone leaves.
Outside the tavern.
  There's a tavern here.  Oh, and a road.

<81/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A mob on people stream from the tavern, furious sounds and faces covering the crowd.

<81/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A rock immediatly emerges from the mob, glancing off your head.

<76/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The Jihaen templar shouts, in sirihish:
  "You may have him!"

<76/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A half-giant soldier roughly kicks you from behind, sending you to the ground.
A half-giant soldier releases you and you immediatly move away.

<76/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The gang quickly advances on you, preceded by flying debris.

<69/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Protecting his head with his arms, the haggard prisoner breaks for the thinnest part of the crowd, but is quickly knocked from his feet.

<69/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
You sit down.

<69/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The mob surrounds you, sending boots and clubs into your back, ribs and neck.

<60/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The haggard prisoner crawls shakily between the legs of the gang, trying to escape, being supported by the blows of everyone around him.

<60/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
<55/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
You think:
  "They didn't strip me!"

<55/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
You draw a long bladed, shimmering obsidian dagger.

<55/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
You draw a heavy bone dagger.

<55/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Screaming loudly, the haggard prisoner flails his weapons at the legs closest to him, felling one man.

<55/84hp 90/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The mob briefly withdraws a few cords, then surges at you with even louder bellows.  You receive the toe of a large boot to the forehead.

<49/84hp 74/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The tip of a stick strikes you in the side of the head, tearing the edge of your ear.

<45/84hp 61/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A shard of obsidian lodges itself into your left eyebrow and is wrenched from the hand of a young woman.

<39/84hp 61/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Wracked with sobbing breaths and half-blinded by blood, the haggard prisoner suddenly spins into a crouched position.

<39/84hp 61/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A grizzled, aging man strikes your elbow with a heavy stone mallet.  A sharp crack is heard.
You drop a heavy bone dagger.

<30/84hp 58/90stun 114/121mov walking>
You stand, despite the violent attacks.

<30/84hp 58/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The haggard prisoner swings your long bladed, shimmering obsidian dagger wildly, his wrecked arm held close to his body, and cuts down a club-wielding woman.

<30/84hp 58/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A small boulder strikes you in the back of the head.
Your vision goes black.

<15/84hp 0/90stun 114/121mov walking>
A heavy boot lands on your neck repeatedly.

<-4/84hp 0/90stun 114/121mov walking>
The haggard prisoner spasms several times, blood gushing from his many wounds.

<-4/84hp 0/90stun 114/121mov walking>
Someone plunges a dagger into your ribs tree times quickly.

Mantis head.
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Wow.  Sorry for being so long winded.  I got caught up in the reminiscence.  Ahh, memories.

[creeper386]

Failed a ride check and was behind the group... Walked in on gith ambushing the group... At least one lone gith stayed behind...


*beep*

Mantis Head

Seems I was hit by a spear... Resulting in instant death. Although it may not have saved my character... It's still the main reason the shield code needs to be tweaked if it still doesn't work as well without a weapon. Was riding with only my shield out, without a weapon I didn't get even the slightest chance at protecting myself.... Although now I think using a shield leaves you far better off with missile weapons... It wasn't at the time, it was just dependant on parry which you don't get without a weapon.


Creeper

[FiveDisgruntledMonkeysWit]

Sigh... Looking at all these cool deaths make me wish I had more! I've only had two deaths, (currently on my third character). My very first character died to a guard, being completely unaware of 'nosave' (lesson leanred there), and my second died after charging out of Allanak and meeting a scrab (a second lesson learned, heh). Pretty standard newbie stuff, really. Despite my best efforts, my current character is still going strong...

I'll keep you updated as I try and fix this problem...  :twisted:

[Ghardoan]

"Although now I think using a shield leaves you far better off with missile weapons..."

The last time I played a character who was actually good with a shield, it took almost twenty arrows to kill him. That's saying something about the shield code right there. As for deaths, I haven't had many interesting ones, though I have died in some very interesting places... Most of which I am afraid I cannot mention here. Oh well.


Ghardoan

[Malifaxis]

We had worked long and hard to start a new tribe... and it was all finally coming together, the visions, the people everything... there were three of us together at this time.

We had spent the day burning across a certain unnamed road, near a certain population of things that walk with a hunch and throw spears.  We got to a certain area that's known for being VERY cool, and in this area we found this one guy, who was way out away from his people.  He was already wounded, and he had a real big, stupid grudge against us folk... he started swinging, we ended him.

We had a TON of loot from that guy, enough to easily start offering some riches to the other interesting lonefeet.  So we partied for a while in this awesome place, and decided to head back at dawn.

Burning along that same long road at full tilt... laughing our asses off... enjoying the hell out of ourselves... until three of those bastiches were on the road ahead of us.  Spears started to fly in like you wouldn't believe... I caught one to the neck, for almost 80 pts... staggered and fell.  Stood up to see the other two whip off in to the distance, that spear did over 80 pts... the second caught me in the leg... and I was welcomed by a beep and a grinning insect.

A certain wiseman said "Don't count your money while you're sitting at the table"

[Anonymous]

I just had the most awesome death of my career.

I would sincerely like to thank the persons involved, though I can go in to no details on it, and I'm sorry for that.

It was an incredible scene, one I'll never forget.

"You can take the southerner out of the south... but you can't take the south out of the southerner."

Thank you SO much for that awesome, awesome scene.

I sincerely hope you had as much fun with it as I did.

[Zhaira]

Please do not post IC sensitive information.  Assuming that people know what something does is folly and it really only leads to ruining surprises/unknowns for other, less experienced players.  Thanks.

[spawnloser]

My most awesome death?

My character was killed by her best friend.  That's all I have to say.

[The Archbishop]

Yeah as intresting as those actual deaths are, I wanna see what people can come up with from the depths of thier imaginations, don't be afraid to blatantly make things up, it'll make it alot more fun.

A mul flies in from the west clotheslining you!

Your vision goes black.

[Carnage]

I swear on my grandmother's cat's soul this is 100% true.

So one day me and Lando Calrissian were on Cloud City (I won't say where it is, but let's just say people need to type 'up' while in the Silt Sea a lot more often) and decided to go to our friend Lenny Kravitz in this new place he got in Allanak (he was banging some Nenyuk hoe). It was bigger then the Highlord's Tower.

So anyway, we go there and get attacked by a few bahamets on the way. No biggie. Then we go into his house and chill (I hated it, his dreadlocks smell like old philly cheese steaks) but all of a sudden the door busts down and a bunch of guys level some stuff at us and scream, "HALT IN THE NAME OF THE GALACTIC FEDERATION!". To make a long story short, we go with them and they had these things, like four inches long, that burrowed into our skin and were parasites.

We didn't know or anything (they had knocked us out) and just thought we had crabs since our man parts itched. Anyway, we get released and me and Lando are walking around Allanak killing templars left and right (We ditched Lenny because he cried like a pansy) and all of a sudden get echoed 'Your member trembles ominously within your pair of trousers.' I'm like, "Whoa, spider-sense is tingling!". All of a sudden we get an echo about something bursting out of our torsoes (the description made it sound like a chestburster from aliens) and it crawled up and ate our stunned faces.

Then I said hello to the mantis head.

[Summer]

Somehow it's just not the same....

[The Archbishop]

Carnage I appluad you, you are now officially my hero

[Gorobei]

'The Trader's Inn' [WU]
The stone walls of this building rise up high above your head and are
devoid of windows. Only the doorway to the west admits any light from
outside, and that much is diffused by the beads that hang in it. Cool
shadows cover most of the bar, except where lamps hang on long brass
chains above tables crowded with visiting merchants, giving the inn a
quiet subdued air.
A bar runs the length of the building's east end, where it meets a
staircase leading up to the rooms which patrons often rent during their
stays in Allanak.
A wall here is designated as a message board.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
The gaunt, sharp-featured templar sits here at a small table in the north end.
The slight, black-haired man stands here vigilantly.
The massive, gray-bearded man drinks at a table here.
A slim, half-elf server moves from table to table, taking orders.
A bartender stands behind the long bar, quietly waiting on customers.

The gaunt, sharp-featured templar says to you, in sirihish:
"No, you can get them in the bazaar. Now leave me alone fool."

It is late at night on Yochem, the 227th day of the Descending Sun,
In the Year of Whira's Rest, year 46 of the 18th Age.

You say to the gaunt, sharp-featured templar, in sirihish:
"Thank you m'Lord. My apologies for irritating you."

The gaunt, sharp-featured templar shoots you a stern look.

The slender, brown-eyed man turns and walks to the beaded doorway, head low.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak has arrived from the west.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak walks right to the gaunt, sharp-featured templar's table.

You think:
"What is that idiot doing?"

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak reaches into the folds of his cloak, retrieving a silver, glossy-barreled handgun, which
he levels at the gaunt, sharp-featured templar's head.

The gaunt, sharp-featured templar looks up at the figure in a dark, hooded cloak.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak says to the gaunt, sharp-featured templar, in sirihish:
"Dodge this"

A loud *bang* is heard as the figure in a dark, hooded cloak pulls the trigger.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak shoots the gaunt, sharp-featured templar's head, doing unspeakable damage.

A quill pen clatters to the ground as the the gaunt, sharp-featured templar releases it.
The gaunt, sharp-featured templar crumples to the ground.

'The Trader's Inn' [WU]
The stone walls of this building rise up high above your head and are
devoid of windows. Only the doorway to the west admits any light from
outside, and that much is diffused by the beads that hang in it. Cool
shadows cover most of the bar, except where lamps hang on long brass
chains above tables crowded with visiting merchants, giving the inn a
quiet subdued air.
A bar runs the length of the building's east end, where it meets a
staircase leading up to the rooms which patrons often rent during their
stays in Allanak.
A wall here is designated as a message board.
The figure in a dark, hooded cloak is standing here.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
The body of the gaunt, sharp-featured templar fills your nostrils with a morbid stench.
The slight, black-haired man stands here vigilantly.
The massive, gray-bearded man drinks at a table here.
A slim, half-elf server moves from table to table, taking orders.
A bartender stands behind the long bar, quietly waiting on customers.

You say, out of character:
"this has to be a joke..."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak aims his silver, glossy-barreled handgun over his shoulder at you, without looking back.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak shoots your head, doing unspeakable damage.

Welcome to Armageddon!

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I wish I could say I wrote this.  Mad props go to Apocalyptic_Cow.

[Cenghiz]

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak reaches into the folds of his cloak, retrieving a silver, glossy-barreled handgun, which
he levels at the gaunt, sharp-featured templar's head.

Ah... At last someone found the gun of my last char..

[Dan]

Actually I read that way back before you even started playing, so there! Its been around a while, not sure who came up with it. Pretty amusing too.

[Gorobei]

I wish I could say I wrote this.  Mad props go to Apocalyptic_Cow.

I read it a long time ago, too.
He has a site with one or two more of these, plus some relatively interesting articles on physics.  I don't know the address.  Ask on IRC.

[Angela Christine]

It's a good tale, even if it doesn't make sense.  At close range a knife is a more effective weapon than a gun.  Once you are that close, just stab the guy in the eye.  Even if you twinked out your pistoling skill it would take a bunch of shots to kill someone, and where are you going to get that much flash powder?  Not to mention the inherent problems with stone or glass bullets.  

The most disturbing death I heard about, on the old GBD, involved someone being ordered to disembowel  another PC while buggering them.  Which sounds pretty dangerous to the diemboweler, when you think of it.  Now that's entertainment.

AC

[sancho]

- - Morbid as it may seem, the most important thing to me, when I RP on Arm, is my character doesn't die a stupid death. Nothing leaves a bad taste in my mouth like a bad character death. I tend to plan into the distant future once I get into a character, so I get upset if my death's not up-to-par. Don't get the impression I suicide my characters to make new ones; I just know my character will die eventually, and I'd prefer it occur in a badassed way.

- - I've been lucky with my last few characters. One was an old, powerful character, who might have been quietly assassinated if not for his pride and cunning. He was cornered in a high, secluded area in a center of civilization, and knew he was a dead man. So, he gave a brief speech in his native language, then destroyed his wagon key and tossed it to the wind. He promptly attempted suicide afterwards and failed, but in the process forced the VIPs trying to killing him finish the job in front of the public. This caused horrendous political problems for two noble houses of those involved, and robbed them of most of the fun in their victory.

- - I wonder if some people recognise the story, and are saying: "Whoa, this asshole was (name omitted)? Damn. Well, he's still an asshole." Heh.

[Rindan]

Hehe, I knew who your character was Sancho, and for the record mine really hated yours.  That said, yours certainly was not a quiet one, and it lead to many things.  You easily made the news half way around the world.

[no no]

Could we please not discuss IC info in here Sancho? Thanks.

[Carnage]

I didn't think Sancho's post was too IC. It didn't give away anything. If you have a problem with it, maybe you should show some initiative and PM him with your GDB name instead of anonymously tacking onto the thread.

[Krath]

I cant believe I am saying this but....I agree with Carnage :oops:

[growingall]

Ok, my char was a sneaky one. Very fresh.

It became dark, but I thought In could sneak through the dark, and guess my way most of the .. well. Obviously I took a wrong turn somewhere on the way to a safe place.

sneak south

someone takes soemthing from somewhere.

someone lights a torch

> look

(and several men stood there, possibly characters, evil looking)

A rugged, dirty man grins.

chop, chop, chop. SLASH.

DEAD