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The Limbo Meme

You’re not sure how it happened, or maybe you are. Was it a hero’s death, or the desperate last moments of a coward? Maybe you died to protect someone, maybe you fell on your own sword, maybe you passed away peacefully in your bed one night, or maybe you were taken out by force. Whatever the reason, you are now neither here nor there, no pearly gates or brimstone in sight. This is what they call “limbo”, a liminal space made not to exist in, but to pass through on your way to a more finite destination. Even so, there’s no telling how long you might be stuck here, nor who you might encounter.
Directions:
-create a top level, either blank or with a prompt or preferences
-select a number, letter, or combination of the two from the lists below if you wish
-tag others and enjoy being dead
(OTA all canon characters and OCs)
How long have you been here?
1. Newly dead; You haven’t been here long. Maybe you don’t remember how you got here, or maybe you do. You might be scared, confused, disheartened, or even relieved. You’re not the only one drifting through this strange place, so maybe you should ask a familiar - or unfamiliar - face what’s going on.
2. Getting your footing; You’re not exactly a seasoned death veteran, but you’ve been here a while, and whether you like it or not, you’re almost starting to get used to this place - but when will it be time to move on? And who’s that new person who just arrived? That person in the corner has been here as long as you have, if not longer. Maybe you should talk to them.
3. A seasoned spirit; You’ve been here for years, or decades, or centuries. Perhaps you’ve learned how to drift in and out with how long you’ve been dwelling in this strange place. You could give a newbie some advice, or maybe ease the frustration of someone who has been here not quite long enough to accept what their existence has become - that they’ll become you. Then again, maybe you’re just angry you’re still stuck here at all.
What are you doing?
A. Asking questions; How did you get here? How did you die? Will you ever see your family or friends again? Is that one of them? When will you move on to the next stage? Who’s that weird guy standing in the corner over there? You’ve got questions and you want answers.
B. Facing your killer; You know how you got here, you know who’s responsible, but do you know exactly what you’d have to say to them if you saw them? Well, you better figure it out - they’re standing right in front of you.
C. Facing your victim; Well, this is awkward. At some point in the past, you made a decision, and now that decision has quite literally come back to haunt you. The person for whom’s death you are responsible is standing right in front of you, and they are probably going to want some answers
D. A familiar face; Maybe you’re new here, or maybe you’ve been here for years; either way, you’ve just seen a familiar face, whether it be a long lost loved one, or someone you never expected to follow you so soon in death. What will you say to them?
E. Wildcard; Go crazy! Any number of things can happen when your soul is trapped between dimensions. Strike up a conversation with a stranger, explore any strange new powers you might discover as a ghost, haunt one of the living, etc. The possibilities are endless!
Goro Akechi | Persona 5 Royal | ota!
it's your shared braincell yes hello i am auing the fuck out of this
covered in blue blood, the child yields a yoyo in his hands as he walks the eternal whiteness, nothing in sight but an older child in the distance. all killua could do was shrug, taking the yoyo in his hand when it ascends and stick it in his pocket.)
You're dead too, I guess.
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Somehow, it doesn't seem fair that his last memory of life is being crammed in the bottom of the Monacopter. Everyone disembarking after the Palace was destroyed, everyone scrambling to congratulate each other for surviving. For winning.
He'd been fully prepared to die. He'd argued in favor for it, as hard as he'd ever argued for anything in his life. And yet, when the moment came, he'd wished someone had cared enough to look back for him.
So maybe he can be forgiven for sounding like there's shards of glass in his throat, like apathy is his only personality trait.]
What happened to you?
[Blueberry farm accident? Explosion at a food coloring factory?]
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(chimera ants were honestly a pain to deal with. beings from the dark continent whose offspring are a mesh of creatures, each more unpredictable in skill and ability than the next. a human butterfly, a human octopus, the list goes on with what the chimera ants are like.
not that he expected this stranger to know about them whatsoever. this is purgatory, after all, he might not even have been alive when all this shit was going down.)
What happened to you?
(give something, get something.)