I run away from it, but it finally catches up.
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My nemesis showed up.
If it's literal, I have a very, very, very long life of space travel ahead of me.
If it's in the Carl Sagan metaphorical 'we are star stuff' sense, then it could literally be anything.
A space battle with transcendental Borg Spheres.
I'll be killed by a bunch of odd, possibly shapeless movie props.
A human centipede but made of weasels
Eaten by a living supercomputer that thirsts for dimensional conquest
I'll live to see the cyberpunk era, but will not be happy about it...
I'll live for eternity I guess. Really don't want that tbh
Some kind of internet last stand.
Electrocution helmet? Or something gross from Saw
beaten to death with a hoe
Someone will give me really deadly advice over a radio and I will just be like "ok, that sounds legit".
Adorably.
I die in a four way sesh-to-the-death match between snoop dog, cheech, Ricky from TBP and myself.
I literally have no idea.
An arc of electricity in a pitch black room.
mildly, nothing extreme
Hmmm. I dunno.
Yokai
Napping with a kat?
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I get murder suicided
Likely it would be from a lethal dose of radiation I would endure while fixing a warp drive that was desperately needed.
King Arthur will come with his coconut playing entourage and claim my mortal soul. I should get a white rabbit. or maybe I should avoid it? Who can tell
by having a magic spell cast on me I guess
Killed by giant snake.
Beheaded by the monarch of shitty vehicles.
Someone wants me dead
I guess I'll be rebooted by Mindy until I'm too powerful for the universe... or my windchimes fall off.
To flick snot, you gotta pick your nose.
Let's just say I delved too geedily and too deep and started brain pickin'.
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That's a good question...
Working in a server system and it falls on me, if there's a afterlife I'll see the name of system was named "zee"
I've played enough roguelikes I'm primed to expect an excruciatingly detailed accounting of my own death now. Unfortunately, that's not mentioned in any religion.
A sloth, so I'm sure it will be a slow death.
anonymously
I guess at 2:13 in the morning/night.
Knowing my luck, probably cancer.
Ummmm I get smothered maybe? Idk or they rise up in numbers and kill me some other way.