Post your: Epic death scene.

[Dudedudedudedude]

Mine would be I would have a katana,and some armour,and I would be fighting ministriders and demons. I would kill most of them till one snuck on me and got a stab in my back. I quickly take the bomb detonater and hold on. When i fell to the ground helplessly,a demon about to curb stomp me,i detonate the bomb.The bomb asplodes,killing all but one demon. My partner TIWLIGHTFOX (epic) snipes him in teh heed. The world is saved from the evil doers,and I go down in history for the uber aspodey man. (LEERROOOY JJEENNKKIINNGGGSSS)

Twilight-Fox goes on to live a happt life,dieing of a heart attack at age 70.

Post yours >:c

[SpikeAlpha]

Penis Explosion.

[Lagatag]

"Excuse me sir, but I believe you just shot my chicken."
"What? Fucking die!" *shoots gun*

[videogamer0810]

Error, your post contains too many stupid spelling errors. Newgrounds will now self-destruct in 5... 4...

[klopatng]

At 11/28/07 09:15 PM, videogamer0810 wrote: Error, your post contains too many stupid spelling errors. Newgrounds will now self-destruct in 5... 4...

Ah fuck. Not again...

[Brick-top]

At 11/28/07 09:14 PM, SpikeAlpha wrote: Penis Explosion.

Penis implosion.

[EvilerBowser1001]

MUDAHMUDAHMUDAHMUDAHMUDAH!
Do I need to say more?
I want to die by steamroller.

[Dudedudedudedude]

Nobody will do a long one like mine :( I has another.

Me and my girlfread go on many adventures like on halflife. At the end,she is mind controlled by Breen (pretend he is the drbeen off of hl) and he makes her stab me :( As i lay dieing on the floor only a little bit of strength left,Breen points a gun at alyxs head.Goodbye Alyx he says. Using my last bit of strength,i rise up,and impale breen with the crowbar,then i fall in slow motion and die. (titanic music)

Hello..Mr..Freeman. (GMAN :O)

[Pinballwize0]

I turn into a stick figure and become god. The end.

did you really think you would get serious response from this post?

[The-Omnipresence]

It would be the boxart from Doom, me on top of a pile of bodies gunning down just about everything. Only I wouldnt die at the end, Im just too badass for death.

[Psychopathic-Mind]

I am walking down a random street when Chuck Norris appears out of no where fighting some kind of freaky monster. I am killed in the crossfire.

[AniMetal]

Chainsaw'd.

[Dudedudedudedude]

Another one bogged into my head. Fighting dragons wif mah uber sword,i approach the uber one and prepare to battle. He just knocks me down and steps on me >_<

[yomister1]

death by choking on a froot loop

[Pingo-Five]

Dying is a scary thought. I would choose one that caused me no pain, and is the quickest. I do not think I would want to be gassed, or drowned, cause that could take a while. Maybe decapitated because that would be the quickest right? I just do not want to suffer, so I would pick the one the killed me fastest.

[Brick-top]

Mass car crash.

IF I'M GOING DOWN I'M TAKING YOU ALL WITH ME!!1

[SkySausage]

the earth crashes into the moon. and we all die together.

[MudRockr1]

it's midnight.

I'm walking around, drunk off a couple 40's. I walk to my xgf's house. I walk in.

She's fucking her new bf. I laugh. And laugh. Then I kill them both with the machete I have, and scream curses at them. My mind makes me a million promises of pain to come.

Then I climb to their roof and shoot myself.

[Cpl-Sylux]

death by headshot/explosion

[ngmastah]

At 11/28/07 09:49 PM, Cpl-Sylux wrote: death by headshot/explosion

Why is that so popular? Is it actually real?

anyways, I would like to be holding a bomb that destroys everthing in existence.

[EvilerBowser1001]

At 11/28/07 09:52 PM, ngmastah wrote:
Why is that so popular? Is it actually real?

It's from Scanners, a movie where a psychic uses his powers to do it to that guy.

[Evannator]

I'm at the flea market in a gang fight with nortenos, and then Oprah shows up with an M60, and I'm tripping on PCP. Anyways, I kill the nortenos and Oprah, and then Aunt Jemima shows up and strangles me when I ask her for pancakes.

[sqrage]

Penis Sexplosion.

[Gateau]

roidrage

[Evannator]

At 11/28/07 10:29 PM, LongliveACDC wrote: roidrage

That reminds me of this one time I was at the flea market in a gang fight with nortenos, and then Oprah showed up with an M60, and I was tripping on PCP. Anyways, I killed the nortenos and Oprah, and then Aunt Jemima showed up and strangled me when I asked her for pancakes.

[Noodleboy111]

"Going to be a storm," said Ralph, "and you'll have rain like when we dropped here. Who's clever now? Where are your shelters? What are you going to do about that?"

The hunters were looking uneasily at the sky, flinching from the stroke of the drops. A wave of restlessness set the boys swaying and moving aimlessly. The flickering light became brighter and the blows of the thunder were only just bearable. The littluns began to run about, screaming.

Jack leapt on to the sand.

"Do our dance! Come on! Dance!"

He ran stumbling through the thick sand to the open space of rock beyond the fire. Between the flashes of lightning the air was dark and terrible; and the boys followed him, clamorously. Roger became the pig, grunting and charging at Jack, who side-stepped. The hunters took their spears, the cooks took spits, and the rest clubs of firewood. A circling movement developed and a chant. While Roger mimed the terror of the pig, the littluns ran and jumped on the outside of the circle. Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable.

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"

The movement became regular while the chant lost its first superficial excitement and began to beat like a steady pulse. Roger ceased to be a pig and became a hunter, so that the center of the ring yawned emptily. Some of the littluns started a ring on their own; and the complementary circles went round and round as though repetition would achieve safety of itself. There was the throb and stamp of a single organism.

The dark sky was shattered by a blue-white scar. An instant later the noise was on them like the blow of a gigantic whip. The chant rose a tone in agony.

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"

Now out of the terror rose another desire, thick, urgent, blind.

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"

Again the blue-white scar jagged above them and the sulphurous explosion beat down. The littluns screamed and blundered about, fleeing from the edge of the forest, and one of them broke the ring of biguns in his terror.

"Him! Him!"

The circle became a horseshoe. A thing was crawling out of the forest. It came darkly, uncertainly. The shrill screaming that rose before the beast was like a pain. The beast stumbled into the horseshoe.

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"

The blue-white scar was constant, the noise unendurable. Simon was crying out something about a dead man on a hill.

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!"

The sticks fell and the mouth of the new circle crunched and screamed. The beast was on its knees in the center, its arms folded over its face. It was crying out against the abominable noise something about a body on the hill. The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowd surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore. There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.

Then the clouds opened and let down the rain like a waterfall. The water bounded from the mountain-top, tore leaves and branches from the trees, poured like a cold shower over the struggling heap on the sand. Presently the heap broke up and figures staggered away. Only the beast lay still, a few yards from the sea. Even in the rain they could see how small a beast it was; and already its blood was staining the sand.

Now a great wind blew the rain sideways, cascading the water from the forest trees. On the mountain-top the parachute filled and moved; the figure slid, rose to its feet, spun, swayed down through a vastness of wet air and trod with ungainly feet the tops of the high trees; falling, still falling, it sank toward the beach and the boys rushed screaming into the darkness. The parachute took the figure forward, furrowing the lagoon, and bumped it over the reef and out to sea.

Toward midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars. Then the breeze died too and there was no noise save the drip and trickle of water that ran out of clefts and spilled down, leaf by leaf, to the brown earth of the island. The air was cool, moist, and clear; and presently even the sound of the water was still. The beast lay huddled on the pale beach and the stains spread, inch by inch.

The edge of the lagoon became a streak of phosphorescence which advanced minutely, as the great wave of the tide flowed. The clear water mirrored the clear sky and the angular bright constellations. The line of phosphorescence bulged about the sand grains and little pebbles; it held them each in a dimple of tension, then suddenly accepted them with an inaudible syllable and moved on.

Along the shoreward edge of the shallows the advancing clearness was full of strange, moonbeam-bodied creatures with fiery eyes. Here and there a larger pebble clung to its own air and was covered with a coat of pearls. The tide swelled in over the rain-pitted sand and smoothed everything with a layer of silver. Now it touched the first of the stains that seeped from the broken body and the creatures made a moving patch of light as they gathered at the edge. The water rose farther and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble. The strange attendant creatures, with their fiery eyes and trailing vapors, busied themselves round his head. The body lifted a fraction of an inch from the sand and a bubble of air escaped from the mouth with a wet plop. Then it turned gently in the water.

Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon were pulling, and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide moved farther along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out toward the open sea.

[Dudedudedudedude]

Any others? EH EH EH?

[ftballhero54]

pelvis rupture just like from futurama

[DepressedStone]

I've always envisioned myself dying by sacrificing myself, so that the people I protected could continue living their daily lives.

[Del-Toro]

Me in the evil gundam from 0083 dieing from the explosion after and epic battle with 2000 Megazords

Dont make this get REAL Ugly Power-Rangers