Discussion in 'Miscellaneous' started by All Seeing Eye, Nov 22, 2008.
i want to be pushed off a cliff or a skyscraper
it'd be like skydiving all the way up until the end
of the choices given: firing squad, because i've never been shot
i would want a last request, a blindfold, and a cigarette tho
a good shooter will put you down clean, but i'd perfer a quick and easy decapitation
Is this some sort of capital punishment game show where if the first shots miss you get to live?
Hey, that's a good idea. 'Running Man' should have been one of the options.
If the first shots miss, you get to shoot back.
This one sounds good to me, too. Death by snoo-snoo!
oh yeah, that'd be a good "out of body" experience, since the head lives for a few seconds after being chopped off
you wouldn't even feel the guillotine, i've been shot and it hurts like hell
Yeah but you're freaking the fuck out because your head has been cut off and you can't do shit.
Well, I'll call Valhalla and have 'em reserve a room for you.
but you have to have resigned yourself to your fate, so you wouldn't freak out THAT much
This would be best.......
This would be pretty cool, too:
Or even this:
Maybe even this:
This thread needs more Cthulhu.
Frankly, I plan to die while climbing out a bedroom window, while trying to flee from my lover's jealous wife---when I'm 92.
But of the choices listed, I'd take firing. Fast, clean, no lingering. Plus they blindfold you, which is good, because I don't want to see it coming.
"Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes.
Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away.
Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist.
At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Anyway, we delivered the bomb."
Are you kidding? You might lie there in the dirt bleeding to death for several minutes. Even a direct shot to the heart wouldn't kill you instantly. You don't die until your brain dies.
(the pic is SMS König in action at the battle of the skaggerak(aka jutland) may 31 1916. A day of glory!).
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