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Basically I have only had one of my characters die in an RP. I very rarely do that, so I thought it'd be fun to write a characters death! Obviously this is something you have to chose one character of yours, and write them dying in character. I doubt need to say this but of course it's not 'real' or anything your character isn't actually dead hahah.

There's a catch. You must do 1 dice roll, (1 dice, with 100 sides) and the number you get is the number of sentences the person after you has to write their character death in. No less, no more. Exactly that number of sentences.

If the number is higher than 40, it starts over at 1 again. Meaning 41, is 1 sentence, at 80 it starts over at 1 again, so 81 is 1 sentence and so on.

I will roll a dice, and that is how much the first person needs to write.


reminder: Don't write anything that doesn't fit in the PG13 forum rating.

I messed up the dice roll. x.x so here's the dice roll again. The first person has to write the characters death in exactly 15 sentences.

Screw it, I'm feeling dramatic. Also shamelessly gonna make my sentences long as hell, not sorry.

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The evening had started well for Neil, with his feet up on the coffee table and an ice cold beer in his hand. The TV was blaring, though he didn't even pay attention to it much. He was mostly enjoying the calm, the chance to really kick back and relax and the fact that he had actually slept well last night.
But because of the noise of the tv, Neil entirely missed the sounds that were coming from outside, sounds that indicated multiple people entering the motel. By the time he noticed the noise, they were already making their way up the stairs and before he could even really react to it, his door flew open.

Neil immediately jumped to his feet. Where he was dressed in an old shirt and sweatpants, the five men that entered his room, all armed with guns, chains or baseball bats, were dressed entirely in black.
"What the -," Neil started, but one of the men commanded him to shut the hell up, and he did, frozen and realizing he was screwed.
What followed was worse than anything Neil'd ever experienced and by the time they were through with him, he was nothing but a broken shape on the floor. He tried to catch his breath and foot in his ribs rolled him onto his back, where he lay defenseless and he pulled his knees up because stretching his body out hurt too much.

"May you be an example for other bastards like you out there," one of the men said softly, kneeling down next to Neil who coughed up blood and couldn't get a response out if he tried. The man smiled and got back up.
"Finish it, boys," he said and two other guys both took aim. Several loud blasts filled the room with deafening noise and blood started pooling around Neil's body. It didn't take long for the last breath passed over his lips and his eyes glazed over into a dead, unseeing stare.

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Yikes, 46, good luck person after me.

I'mma make my keyboard burn!

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The cold of space will reach us all someday, right? Will, today is my turn, so I just have to tell how I died. I don't blame you, it's required for the story. So this is it, the death of the traveller. Get your napkins, it's probably going to be sad.

It was a normal day like the usual. Me going to the local spacestation to claim and take on bounties, the usual crap. I take on one at 1.000.000 spacebucks, one I would regret sooner or later. I take of on the hunt for this dude named And Rorbuw, sounds like an ass. I get paid to take him out, easy. Well if you are more smart than I'm were, then you had already learned that the name is an anagram for Dan Burrow. I were getting paid to take out myself.

So I land on the alien planet, and go on a hunt for the guy. Days passes by, undiscovered civilisations get discovered, and I get lost. Days, months years passes by, I still look for the guy. My sanity grows weaker, and soon breaks. I have my own little homemade camp.

It had a hut made from the wood of the vast forest, that I'm lost in. Also a firepit for food and warmth. This is where I where losing must of my sanity, the dark forest didn't help that much either. The things I saw, could scared every man shitless. I saw a bunch of tiny cute things viciously tear apart a large scary thing.

There inside that wooden hut, my morality stooped. I had a gun with me, only a single shot left, for the bastard. Oh, if he weren't me, the amount of pleasure I would get for the kill would have been ginormous. Sometimes, I would put the safety on, and play with it. Pointing at this and that and my head. Oh! It was dark, and it were only getting darker.

Years went by, and my mind were gone. It had created something I named "Greg", I know, scary. It could have been a two meter tall monster like man, with razor like claws, fangs for teeths and giant batwings. I said could have, because I don't remember it clearly. The point is, my mind were an asshole, and created a nightmare.

So I were one night up late until mornig, dumb idea. Because of sleep deprivation, I began seeing hallucinations. And with the hallucicinations came Greg. Well, he didn't come for me, he just stood in the shadows of the trees, staring at me. But if I moved, he moved with me. I'm scared shitless.

I run to the tent to get my weapons. My spear, axe, and knife. I looked at the gun, and placed in in my belt, just in case I met And. I chugged the spear at Greg, hittin' it in the shoulder. Then I charged at it, stabbin' the knife in it's guts. To finish the job, I cleaved it's hed in half with the axe.

My mind lifted the illusion of Greg, it were just a tree I had maimed. Then I donned on me, Maybe there were more to this job than I knew. And Rorbuw were me, Dan Burrow. How could I be so stupid? I had wasted my life on a chase after myself. So I took the safety of the gun and put it to my head, then pulled the trigger.

Staring out into the sea of angry faces from where I stand upon the gallows. Hands tied behind my back and rope around my neck, I stand in front of the crowd feeling hopeless. The Princess Emelyne, who was the love of my life until we were caught embracing, stood by her parents Queen Aelisa and King Cedric, who glared daggers into me. She had a expression of grief and guilt, telling me without words that this wasn't what she wanted. Or at least that's how I want to interpret it, no how I need to interpret it. I don't want my death to be for nothing but royal amusement. I was interrupted from my thoughts to the King addressing the crowd of the crime that I have committed.

"Today, we have an evil among us and the only way to vanquish it is to destroy it at its source!" He emphasized his last word and points towards me. This riled the crowd up from its few unintelligible murmurs to full on shouts, yelling to hang the witch already which confused me. Nobody knew that I was a sorceress neither did Emelyne. So why are they saying this?

"This lusting enchantress has been preying on innocent people, on my daughter, seducing them with her lustful desires." He continues a bit more aggressively. "But today my daughter will be free from her curses and she will pay for her immoral acts." At this, realization sinks in, he is trying to cover this up which means someone else found out about us, so that could only mean that he is trying to quiet me for good and there was nothing anybody could do to save me, not even Emelyne or my magic. The only thing I could do is stand there and wait for the inevitable, tuning out the king's speech, until I was interrupted from my thoughts once more to the king addressing me.

"You are being sentenced to death by hanging for sorcery, do you have any last words? At first I hesitate but seeing that I had nothing left to lose I say the one thing on my mind.
"Emelyne, I-I love you and I'm sorry for any trouble that will come from this." I start crying as the king signals towards the executioner who, in turn, swings the ax, in which severs the rope releasing the trapdoor where my feet stand upon. For a moment I feel a slight pain but it is immediately gone, as with everything else except for a few words from an unregonizable voice.

"God have mercy on our souls."

There were some things you never forgot: the way that your heart raced with your first kiss, the way that the stars looked in a field far, far away from anyone else, the way that you felt when you were sure that everything was going to be okay. The way that being shot was an unbelievable agony that tore through every fiber of your being, ripping and tearing your body to pieces in the same way that it shattered your hopes for the future, breaking both heart and mind. The way that those who cared for you screamed when they saw you laying bloodied and battered in front of them, every breath a creeping whisper that let a little more of your life slip away, fading into nothingness.

For all the times that she had claimed she was above death and that she wasn't afraid of what lied afterwards- all the times that she had considered taking her own life in the hopeless abyss that it sometimes became- she suddenly found herself so incredibly afraid.

Her eyes fluttered to the ceiling, a now bright and piercingly intolerable series of lights that was akin to having daggers impaled in her head. There was a part of her that wondered what was really up there; was it some fairy-tale land of paradise and nonexistent pain, or a hell where every turn led to only deeper torment, or- nothing at all? Maybe it didn't matter- little did at this point, where her own ignorance and stupidity of youth had finally caught up with her, just when everything had seemed like it would be...alright. Soon enough, there would be only the void that was nonexistence.

She took a deep, rattling breath, one that sent a whole new shock of agony coursing through her veins, bringing up another violent, crimson stream of blood that trickled from the corner of her lips. It reminded her of the short amount of time that remained in her future, and that this was not the way she had ever wanted to go out. A dull, flickering burn that slowly crept up from the depths of her chest, isolated and alone in a world that was so very cruel- instead of having a content life that was spent surrounded by family and friends, she suffered a tumultuous one that had been destroyed by loneliness and a fierce self-hatred of all that could have and would have never been.

Fear.

That must have been the icy sensation that had gripped its gnarled claws around her chest- or that might have been from the unrelenting viscera that poured from the many wounds that her body had sustained. She could feel everything slipping, now. It had been insubstantial at first, hardly noticeable among the shock and pain that had taken over her mind. But then, it had come over her in gentle waves, lulling her into a land of peace that only required her to close her eyes. The idea of letting herself fall back into that respite was one that was almost irresistibly tempting at the moment; anything that would take away the unbearable dread was appealing.

God, it was so cold.

She had often heard people say that, in your last moments, your life would flash before your very eyes- she now understood why. The images of those she had spent her life with- friends, family, even those who had caused her suffering- came in incomprehensible flares as she remembered how she had spent her pitiful existence. It brought only more torment, though this time it was not physically- rather, it was mentally. What would her mother have thought if she could see her now, dying at nineteen, breaking the promise she had made to her that she wouldn't end up the way her father had? What would happen to that unlovable, pain in the ass girl that she had fallen for? Would anyone even remember her, and all that she had never been, or would she end up another nameless victim, taken by the overwhelming violence that had consumed the beloved place she had grown up in?

It was those thoughts that came as her last, troubled ones, as her chest steadily ceased to rise any longer, and as her eyes slowly fell closed for the final time- and as her head gently fell against the frigid concrete, she scarcely noticed the cold tears that streaked down her cheeks.

Claiming this for later!

Nightmare , that's what they called them , or what Vanity called them. Night was hiding again from Vanity , who was their Older brother. Their Older Brother Envied Night..He also got all of the attention from their father and had almost the exact same powers as him and was a bit more powerful then them but that changed when Vanity Accused them of Third-degree murder and attempted Homicide on Night. It made them upset , what did they do? What made Vanity cross the line? That was all of the questions that kept the former angel up in their sleep. They wanted answers .now.

They got up and had no time brush their bed hair and placed on their clothes and placed their cloak over their shoulder as they grabbed a tape recorder and took tape to place it perfectly inside of their cape beside their thigh. They would turn it on when vanity had their back turned against them. Night would want to prove their innocent to them and get Vanity kicked and night have his status back as Angel. Now they don't know where Vanity lived but they still had contact with Venux. Vanity's younger brother and their Cousin. They took out their phone and dialed Venux's number and venux automatically picked up and answered. They explained that they were going to come over and was wondering if vanity would be their. Venux thought before asking what they were going to do with vanity. Night answered that they were going to frame him back for framing him for the things that they haven't done. They understood and sent Night their address and off Night went. Night traveled for days upon end .And ended at the heavens gate , where two guards were wondering around the entrance as Night sneaked by when the two guards perfectly aligned each other and started to talk to each other not noticing the blur of night passing by. Night started to walk around the forest getting a few twig stuck on his cloak but they didn't care. They started to run.

When Night saw a nice looking house in the forest. they knew this was the house and turned the recorder on and knocked on the door before Venux answered , bewildered they let them in and told them to sit down and that they were going to get vanity but before Venux could , Vanity was there walking down the stairs to see who was their and saw night , they looked toward venux who went pale. Vanity shouted at venux on why Night was their , that Night was supposed to be kicked from heaven since he framed them for Murder and Homicide. Night got it all. not before turning to Vanity and taking their leave and going to the guard station to report their findings. As they did , they got caught and the guards detained Night for Illegal Trespassing , The head guard was not in the mood however to deal with Night not before Night dropped the recorder on purpose beside the guard's feet and the guard picked it up, Night explaining to the guard to listen on what they had to say and The guard snarled before placing it beside them saying that they would rather listen to it after their Execution . Night sighed even he was risked dying at stake .he would still have vanity kicked and banned from heaven. But even that would'nt stop Vanity from either running away from the scene. But still then that would ruin Vanity's rep.

They took Night and threw them into a small prison so he would not be able to teleport out without getting killed. After a few hours of waiting, the guards came back and yanked Night out of the cell before being faced toward toward a crowd and executioner as they looked around , they saw vanity with a smug look on their face but venux who was stuck at Vanity's side was shocked and i looked toward venux smiling before being walked up to the wooden floor. The guard explaining that after the execution that they would listen to the recorder of the trespasser and then they would conclude the execution afterwords. Looking back , vanity looked a bit nervous now , his now smug facade was now replaced of someone who looked like they were about to run away. They got Night's neck looped around the rope and the floor was now lifted , choking the trespasser as they tried to slowly regenerate but failed , their eyes closed lifting their last final breath before being proclaimed dead. The guard placed to recorder the mic as the voice of Vanity was heard , telling the crowd how they framed Night for Homicide and Murder. The crowd was shocked and the guards eyes widened before taking Night down to see if they could revive them.it didn't work and looked around for the angel but when they looked beside venux , he was gone.

Vanity had fled the gates and ran away , venux not revealing on where Vanity went cause he was so focused on the execution then to see that Vanity ran off. They tried to search for him but he was gone , Vanity was then marked banned and now lost his high status . Night was dead , and now Vanity has fled. No one ever talked about this again, no one wanted to focus about how they killed an innocent angel. It then went away years later , people went on with their lives and nothing like this would of happened again.But it would and everyone would know and it would repeat again.

Vanity , having hiding somewhere on earth with the same person who cared for Night when he was still alive , The Caretaker taking care of them until they fled off once more and hid in the forest. Until they were found by venux who looked at them frowning , seeing their older brother in that state where he looked weak and walked off as two guards detained them not before they escaped with what little power they had left, they sneaked back to see Night's grave , looking around vanity dug it up before taking Night's corpse back to his hideout leaving the open grave left above ground. With another bit of power , they attempted to bring Night back and it worked. Night was confused looking around and saw vanity remembering that he just died years ago and how they brought Night back so they wouldn't face sentence again. Night still dazed nodded and they walked to heavens gate , arm wrapped around Vanity's shoulder. The guards looked shocked at both Vanity's and Night's appearance letting the both of them in , and leading Night back to the public square and revealing to the now shocked public eye that they just brought back Night and unless they wanted Night to stay alive , they would have to get rid of their sentence of being kicked from Heaven. The head guard who was now put in shocked came to vanitys knee below the stand and demanded they let go of night and that they would still put sentence on the now smug arch angel.

Vanity was not having that and looked toward the same rope where night used to hang and back at the guard , he placed Night near the rope and started to threatened the guard of murdering Night unless they get their status back and No sentence that caught the Guard by alarm and told the Angel to stop and that they would not want that and went up to vanity not before night went off of daze and looked around , the rope and the guard and everything, they panicked and threw vanity off of them and looked toward the guard and asked what really happened and the guard repeated the same story vanity told but from his perspective and Night nodded and looked toward vanity who now got back up from falling and teleported off . Night was welcomed back and he went back to Venux's place to stay there. Little did they know, Vanity was planning something harsh . Back to where vanity was , they were healing the small bruise on their knee and decided that in order to get rid of Night they needed to something more deadly, they needed a disguise and there they went, they cut their hair so it was short and decided to go buy dye and dyed it light blonde. Putting on something casual on before deciding on how they would carry it out so they would kill them for revenge. they would plan it out by throat cutting Night and shooting him with a shotgun , sounded weird but a lot violent to them . But then again , if they wanted to get rid of Night then the plan was still a go.

Vanity then decided to lay off the plan. as they already had what they needed but then remembered about how the guards would be more secure about protecting the gate and would check ids and hand prints of Angels passing by and Vanity had to think fast before doing so. So Vanity thought fast and took their gun and blade before teleporting and hiding behind the fountain and saw the two guards walking around again and sneaked by when they weren't looking and saw everyone and blended in and walked into the forest , gun and blade hidden in their cloak. They saw the house . Venux and Night talking to each other at the table before they walked off. Vanity took the time to sneak in and try to attack Night and succeed , night falling to the ground as vanity attempted to slice their throat as they were down , it worked and it left Night bleeding harshly . Seeing the wound try to close up , blood still seeping onto the floor. vanity saw this and stopped it by slicing his throat again and taking the gun reloading the gun with bullets. Pointing the gun at Night . They shot him down , one bullet. at . a . time. wasting all of the bullets before venux opened the door to see what was going on and vanity teleported off leaving a shocked venux trying to wrap the wounds with no success and Night was dead again. Figuring that they wanted this to stop . Venux buried Night somewhere , where Vanity couldn't find him. Vanity hid normally in the crowd of civilians now named Pride somewhat similar to his normal name. Venux couldn't find Night's killer and everything went back to venux , now living alone with his career still lively as he lived popular as a singer and with Vanity going missing and his now cousin dead again. He couldn't take it and try to commit suicide but when he was about to he stopped and thought about how his fans and how vanity would think and stopped. Years later , Venux forgot about Vanity and Night. They made friends with someone else and then everything was forgotten.

Chasity was casually strolling down the streets of a large city in northern California. She was her usual happy self, but not for long...life would take a turn for the worse the next couple of minutes. She walked down to the shadier part of town, where sketchy people hid out. She looked around, before ducking into a small makeshift campsite."Welcome to my humble abode..." A raspy voice spoke. Chasity jumped, but wasn't this her house? No, I guess not. "Would you care to purchase any one of these elixirs?" The crooked old man asked. Chasity sighed, why not? After all, she had invaded in his home. She grabbed a green elixir and ingested it, quickly breaking out into blood filled hives. They popped almost immediately and she died due to blood loss, the man cackling the entire time.