*stab*

That is all.

Oh please. I do not need entrails hanging off a staff.

And I'm pretty sure that's a weresheep.

Yum, entrails in the morning.

well, if your not using that staff to stab than your probably going to bludgeon someone to death with it.

I would probably walk into a illusion and then as I'm trying to escape there is like this needle like object rammed into the side of my skull. Most unpleasant way to die if I do say so myself.

Nice and quick death?

Well... unless someone is very kinky.. death by whip. lol.. and I am not going to question where that whip is aiming for either.

Again, *stab,* except I'm not sure that teeny little skewer would do it. I might be stuck impaled and flailing on the metal and she'd have to shake me off or wing me into a tree or something.

Hypothermia and exhaustion, after chasing me relentlessly through the vast expanse of winter forest, only to collapse in to a pile of agony as my heart gives out to the heat of the moment and the cold of the unforgiving season.

Or suffocation with the sheep toy, whichever.

They would shoot me and than take pictures as I bleed out o-o They certainly look to enjoy the mixture of photographs and blood.

They would freeze me to death and rip out my soul and feast on it. Or just play with it. lol

She'd probably chant in some Wiccan incantation (along with her coven members) and liquefy me or something.

Or if she didn't kill me she'd send me to my own personal hell world where I'll be trapped for the rest of eternity (yes, I have watched a fair bit too much Vampire Diaries)

Probably cover me in a frozen crystal

Smother me in millions of rose petals and pink fluff. Death by suffocation.

Leave me in outer space.

I'd probably trip on one of her cats by accident. She'd react disproportionately and summon Mothra to destroy me. (irl I keep tripping on my roomate's cat >.<)

You look like you steal peoples eyes for making creepy dolls or something.
I'm into it I guess.

I see dancing flames,
Red, orange, and purple,
Watch how the eat at my feet,
And the flames did grow ever higher,
As the demonic cheerleader lit my pyre.