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With flaming red orbs and a death stare. D:
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By summoning the demons to come get meeee TTATT
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the flying petals, cutting into my skin
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Hand to hand ninja combat
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drop me off in alaska dressed like this so i would freeze to death.
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Set me in a room with a cannibalistic vegan.
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Strangling me with vines!
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That blade o.o
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Sweeping me away with the broom's magical powers.
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By boiling me alive
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With their demonic powers. D:
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fill my glass with a magic potion.
or maybe cast a spell over me. |
Sending her pets to bite my limbs off.
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Summoning some kind of fire spell to burn me to bits.
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Lecturing me to death!
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Snipe me from afar -nod-
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Impaled with the lacy fan of doom.
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Smite me down with a holy energy.
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Rain down fiery lava balls upon my head.
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The sword and holy magic.
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Rip out my eyes to replace theirs.
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Giant sword smash to the noggin.
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There is probably some kind of weapon or dagger hidden in all that. ;-;
I would get attacked by the light. |
I would get slapped to death XD
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The dark justice would be brought upon me, and I would be struck down by the sword.
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She looks sweet, but after she makes it look like she needs my help, she sucks out my soul o _ o
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Quick and simple with a swipe from her blade. D:
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Stab me in the back from behind, whisper something maniacal in my ear, then slit my cheeks to give me a Chelsea grin, sewing the wounds back up after. [/dark] |
Being slit by the throat by a sharp metal thread.
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She'd strangle me with the long black things behind her. D:
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catch me in a fever dream and crush me under the weight of my broken psychosis
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A Poisoned Hard Boiled Colorfully painted Easter Egg!
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Some kind of mischievous fox magic, I'd guess.
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strange alien virus contracted through the skin
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slips down a huge flight of stairs
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The clouds would confuse me in trying to locate where hyjin is at before I know it I feel the sharp pain of cold countering my warmth of my fire like soul. Freezing to a forever sleep.
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trick me close with there awesomness and than place a curse on me in which i would die in three days and they can escape.
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With an angel's blade; probably with magic, too.
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In trying to help me, accidentally causes me to fall down sixteen flights of steps, roll across a street in rush hour traffic, and into a large crowd of holiday shoppers.
In my coffin, the tread of someone shoeprint still across my forehead. |
rhey would turn into a reverse wearwolf at the new moon and slice open and eat my intestines
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