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I have an anarchist child and they kill me in a rebellion.
I'd be so proud.
I'll be killed by a bunch of odd, possibly shapeless movie props.
Well...
Weird ... Is what I'd say
I probably sleep with king Midas or meet Apollo and he grants me the same wish
High speed dirt man, high speed dirt.
oh oh... I'm in danger.
Heart attack while Internet browsing from my favorite location
Most would assume chaos, but in reality it would be my guild saying my name wrong enough times that I finally gave up and changed the "I" to an "L".
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.
I run away from it, but it finally catches up.
A human centipede but made of weasels
Hatchet + cannibalism seems likely
Pulverized and set adrift as an interstellar cloud
I get murder suicided
Napping with a kat?
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.
To flick snot, you gotta pick your nose.
Let's just say I delved too geedily and too deep and started brain pickin'.
That's a good question...
Having the time of my life
I guess I'll be rebooted by Mindy until I'm too powerful for the universe... or my windchimes fall off.
I cant die because some asshole cup threw me off a cliff and turned me into a Hylander.
Snakebite
Well, my username is because I got tired of a website only allowing you to set opening all links in new tabs if you had an account, so it might be hard to die by internet tab. I also religiously close tabs as soon as I'm done, so I never have that many open. If we can loosen the rules: drowns by bad genie wish in tab cola.
Someone wants me dead
I am hereby consigned and sentenced to death by royal order of his majesty Dominus Thrax, hero of all.
I really shouldn't be such a contrarian, especially when it comes to faustian deals with magical deep space clones...
by having a magic spell cast on me I guess
I think I get run over by self driving Tesla.
🤷♂️
No doubt, it would be an epic tale.
Taking a stroll past the knife factory.
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
After the last and final of many disappearances, rumours grow of a man named Anonymous. No one met him in person, but everyone knew who he was. Over time the stories are embellished and exaggerated, eventually becoming a shorthand for the very concept of anonymity