I want to die in battle, surrounded by the corpses of my fallen foes. Orcs and Stormtroopers hopefully
I want there to be an epic feast in my honour, with me at the front of the hall, sitting on a throne of Leather and Steel. There will be Mead, Roast meat, wenches, Ale and Red Bull. (You lot are all invited)
For the final send off, my throne will be put onto a longship, the deck slick with spirits. The longship will be pushed off the beach, past the high cliffs. All of my friends will be on top of the cliff, all with bows and arrows, the arrows points covered in spirit drenched rags. As one, they will ignite their arrows, draw back on the bows, and send my ship and I into firey oblivion.
Then, they will all go back into the mead hall, lift their tankards and Say, "Hail the victorious dead!"
I then hope to wake up on the back of a Valkyries steed on my way to Valhalla.
I know Frazzled will not be able to reply to this, as last time death came to knock on his door, he brandished his Spiked baseball bat and told Death to get off his dang lawn, but Dakka, if you could choose, how would you go?
why would you be chased by naked lesbian roller derby chicks? I'd let them catch me, and teach them that all their problems in life can be resovled.... by my penis.
I'd either like to jump off a huge bridge and land on the pope, sorry anyone that's relgious...
or my preferred method of death would be to be standing on a fast moving train heading towards a low bridge (like you get in the movies) then I'd drop kick the bridge with the momentum of the train carrying me forwards and killing me as I drop kick the bridge... I don't know why, I'd like it...
I'd either like to jump off a huge bridge and land on the pope, sorry anyone that's relgious...
or my preferred method of death would be to be standing on a fast moving train heading towards a low bridge (like you get in the movies) then I'd drop kick the bridge with the momentum of the train carrying me forwards and killing me as I drop kick the bridge... I don't know why, I'd like it...
Horst wrote:I want to drive a flaming pickup truck off a cliff into an full orphanage that just recived a shipment of kittens ,where a Hanna montana concert has just started,with the cast of Twilight,High School Musical and Oprah sitting in the audience. .
Fixed that for ya.
Me I want to ride a nuke into some country that i dont know of yet.
Horst wrote:I want to drive a flaming pickup truck off a cliff into an full orphanage that just recived a shipment of kittens ,where a Hanna montana concert has just started,with the cast of Twilight,High School Musical and Oprah sitting in the audience. .
Fixed that for ya.
Me I want to ride a nuke into some country that i dont know of yet.
Death- being made love to by a beautiful woman when I'm over a hundred.
Funeral- buried in full plate armour with sword and shield to confuse archeologists in the future... Mick
Jimi Nemesis wrote:I want to die in battle, surrounded by the corpses of my fallen foes. Orcs and Stormtroopers hopefully
I want there to be an epic feast in my honour, with me at the front of the hall, sitting on a throne of Leather and Steel. There will be Mead, Roast meat, wenches, Ale and Red Bull. (You lot are all invited)
For the final send off, my throne will be put onto a longship, the deck slick with spirits. The longship will be pushed off the beach, past the high cliffs. All of my friends will be on top of the cliff, all with bows and arrows, the arrows points covered in spirit drenched rags. As one, they will ignite their arrows, draw back on the bows, and send my ship and I into firey oblivion.
Then, they will all go back into the mead hall, lift their tankards and Say, "Hail the victorious dead!"
I then hope to wake up on the back of a Valkyries steed on my way to Valhalla.
I know Frazzled will not be able to reply to this, as last time death came to knock on his door, he brandished his Spiked baseball bat and told Death to get off his dang lawn, but Dakka, if you could choose, how would you go?
DOH! you just took mine, anyways movinf on. I want to go out in a pitch battle against legions of raging barbarians! Or perhaps in a epic duel with my mortal enemy as the world burns
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:As top gear said-Screaming backwards through the pearly gates in a Buggati Veyron fireball shouting "I'm here, where are the women?".
Funeral-Having 12 chipmunks fighting with swords over my grave, with 11 being sacrificed to my spirit.
After I die, I want to be cremated. Then I want my ashes turned into a semi-precious gem. Then the gem can be mounted on something cool, like a knife, or a ring, or some chicks nipple.
And I want a real nasty wake instead of some boring church funeral. I want every woman I've ever slept with to fight eachother for the right to cry her tears onto my cold dead face. I want all my boys to be standing around outside pouring cheap beer onto the grass as a "sip for the fallen."
Truth be told I hate going to other people's funerals, but when considering my own death I'm not all that frightened. Perhaps it comes with being in my mid 20's and still feeling invulnerable.
frgsinwntr wrote:I wanted to be chased off a cliff by a horde of naked lesbian Roller derby chicks....
But seriously... wtf is up with this thread?
Point, and, match. I agree, and indeed, what is up with this thread.
Another option for mah funeral, would most definitely involve being launched out of a cannon, into a volcano. Fireworks too, in fact, if there were fireworks, you could just throw my body in the trash for all I care.
Not screaming in abject terror like my passengers.
What is it with teenagers and their death threads?
How you die is less important than how you LIVE. When you die, you can't exactly go "oh, now that sucked!" now can you? (Well, unless you believe in the great sky faerie and his zombie offspring).
What is it with teenagers and their death threads?
They are further from it than us ancients, they have the luxury of not being confronted with it so, as with so many things, they actively obsess and fixate on it.
I want to be set on fire and thrown off of the empire state building on new year's eve, while still conscious so that I'm screaming the whole way down. That way, the entire area would become a massive memorial to me and anybody who is trampled in the panicked stampede that ensues. And did I mention the tactical nuke up the poop chute? I believe I could endure it in service of a truly epic death.
I want to die in a bloody raid with lots of rape and looting.
I want my frenzied hedonist followers to fight back in the the heart of hell to get my broken body. Then a great feast will be held in my honor!! With booze and all sorts of awesome food like pizza and hot wings! Then after the feast and resulting orgy. I will be put onto a boat with my favorite servant/lover ritually sacrificed to help me in the after life! Then put onto a boat with all my nice stuff and have it set on fire as I sail off into the Atlantic!
Mick A wrote:Death- being made love to by a beautiful woman when I'm over a hundred.
Funeral- buried in full plate armour with sword and shield to confuse archeologists in the future... Mick
Nicely done. That would be pretty cool...
Khornholio wrote:Fighting the Balrog and then smoting his ruin on the mountainside - while Led Zeppelin plays in the background.
Green Blow Fly wrote:I want to take out all my enemies.
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These are also good.
chromedog wrote:Peacefully in my sleep.
Not screaming in abject terror like my passengers.
What is it with teenagers and their death threads?
How you die is less important than how you LIVE. When you die, you can't exactly go "oh, now that sucked!" now can you? (Well, unless you believe in the great sky faerie and his zombie offspring).
Not the sky Faerie and his Zombie kid, But the rednut with the fuckin' great hammer and his One eyed Pop.
warpcrafter wrote:I want to be set on fire and thrown off of the empire state building on new year's eve, while still conscious so that I'm screaming the whole way down. That way, the entire area would become a massive memorial to me and anybody who is trampled in the panicked stampede that ensues. And did I mention the tactical nuke up the poop chute? I believe I could endure it in service of a truly epic death.
Nuke in the poop chute!? Whatever floats your boat I guess...
Shadowbrand wrote:I want to die in a bloody raid with lots of rape and looting.
I want my frenzied hedonist followers to fight back in the the heart of hell to get my broken body. Then a great feast will be held in my honor!! With booze and all sorts of awesome food like pizza and hot wings! Then after the feast and resulting orgy. I will be put onto a boat with my favorite servant/lover ritually sacrificed to help me in the after life! Then put onto a boat with all my nice stuff and have it set on fire as I sail off into the Atlantic!
Pretty much the same as me then. I knew there was a reason I like you...
I want my body to be rigged up with animatronics, and have an operator in the crowd to suddenly have my body spring up and start "attacking" a preselected victim.
I want to be cremated and the entombed in a small crypt in the mountains surrounded by all my miniatures (no manuals or other clues) so in 5000 years time archeologists will go nuts trying to solve the riddle of my death.
Backed into a corner, Black Hawk Down style, with some sort of ridiculous ACOG'd sniper rifle (also BHD style), holding off the relentless hordes, and then finally pulling the pins on 4 grenades.
I don't really care how I die, when its time to go, you go. But my funeral is gonna be bitchin! I'm talking party of the century, "hallowed be thy name" by Iron maiden and "Pet Semetary" by the Ramones must be played, then everyone will hit the manditory mega blunt; it will be 3 feet long and consist of a pound of reefer. Then women will bawl their eyes out as my corpse is loaded into a cannon and fired towards Canada. Why Canada you ask? It's not because I hate canada or anything, but It will be utterly confusing to them, and my spirit will get a kick out of it. As for this faerie and zombie you speak of, i have no idea what you are referring to, but I think Norman Greenbaum summed up where I'm headed best.
When you get older you quit thinking how'd you'd die and start thinking you just wanna make it to your daughter's wedding. Later you'll start thinking "I woke up this morning. Today's going to be a good day."
Shagged to death by Girls Aloud, then by body donated to Science that I might be cloned, and continue to die by bonking hot Girl Bands for many millenia to come.
Vermillion wrote:Suffocated in my wifes cleavage. Yes, it's just that amazing.
If I had that situation, I would make damned sure I never died!
I'm still here . But I told her that was my wish should I ever be in a position where a mercy killing is needed or she knew I'd prefer not to keep breathing but was unable to communicate it. And yes I specified that way, at least I'll go happy!
smiling Assassin wrote:Backed into a corner, Black Hawk Down style, with some sort of ridiculous ACOG'd sniper rifle (also BHD style), holding off the relentless hordes, and then finally pulling the pins on 4 grenades.
Nice.
sA
This is how I have always wanted to go out. Right here. Being a total fething badass, in a no win situation. You know why? Because: feth you life, I do what I want.
i always wanted to go out saving the world from a nuke. like in call of duty 4 modern warfare. That is how i wanted to go out. go down fighting as a hero while saving 500,000,000 people at the same time.
Asherian Command wrote:i always wanted to go out saving the world from a nuke. like in call of duty 4 modern warfare. That is how i wanted to go out. go down fighting as a hero while saving 500,000,000 people at the same time.
Asherian Command wrote:i always wanted to go out saving the world from a nuke. like in call of duty 4 modern warfare. That is how i wanted to go out. go down fighting as a hero while saving 500,000,000 people at the same time.
You know there are like 9 billion people in the world, right?
Out of all ammo except a pistol. Surrounded by the members of my squad in a situation with absolutely no hope of survival. Picture of my girlfriend in one hand, wrapped around my pistol. A kbar in the other, a handful of grenades nearby.
More and more I want to go down in glorious battle. Against bogans or those god damned scene kids.
Then have my previous post happen Sodomy and bloodshed in my name.
lol? Fail much. But I see that you guys have never played modern warfare well let me tell you this. THAT GAME RULEZ PWNED HALO MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I'm done. Thats how i would like to go down a hero not a guy in bed dieing of cancer or some other disease. Everyone would like to go out a hero with some exceptions.....
I'm pretty sure dying in battle doesn't automatically make you a hero. Take a bullet for a friend? You're a hero. Let yourself die to set someone else free? You're a hero.
Which is why I don't automatically look up to the military.
a rhino if I live to be 99.
