Vault Dweller
Commissar, Red Star Studio
- Joined
- Jan 7, 2003
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A talented member of this fine site has kindly offered us his time and skillz:
The <profession> slumps to the ground, dead. That's one less parasite on humanity.
The blow knocks the <profession> to the ground. His body sprawls at an unnatural angle. He's dead.
The last wallop knocks the <profession> down, sending him into the hereafter.
The <profession> dies, his face twisted in hate. He won't be missed.
Death finds us all in the end. For the <profession>, that end was sooner rather than later.
Before his eyes flashes the <profession>'s life, nasty, brutish, and short.
The <profession> dies, a mixture of surprise and disbelief on his face.
The <profession> fails to block and gets a tombstone for his trouble.
A quick strike, and the <profession> meets his end.
Your blow nearly cleaves the <profession>'s head from his body. So much for getting ahead.
A well-aimed strike aims true, and the <profession> breathes his last.
PC Death:
You're dead. No way around it. Well, I hope you've learned something from this.
Ah, such an ignoble end, to be cut down in your prime like a dog in an alley. Better luck next life.
Dead? What do you mean, you're dead? What a revolting development.
Your life ends here. I'd shed a tear, but I'm off for some beer. Cheers!
You're dead. So much wasted potential. You know, you really could have made something of yourself.
....
Some of my lines:
The <profession> receives a lethal dose of damage points and dies.
You send the <profession> on a one way trip to the underworld.
The <profession> dies. Another notch on your belt.
The <profession> dies. The assisted suicide program claims another victim.
The <profession> dies. Hopefully his makers will be overjoyed to see him back so soon.
The <profession> dies. This town was getting too crowded anyway.
The <professon> dies heroically. There is no better fate for a warrior. I guess he owes you one now.
PC death:
You die. I know it wasn't supposed to happen. Hey, man, it's not my fault you can't fight your way out of a wet paper bag.
...
So, criticize, comment, post your own stuff, etc. The usual.
The <profession> slumps to the ground, dead. That's one less parasite on humanity.
The blow knocks the <profession> to the ground. His body sprawls at an unnatural angle. He's dead.
The last wallop knocks the <profession> down, sending him into the hereafter.
The <profession> dies, his face twisted in hate. He won't be missed.
Death finds us all in the end. For the <profession>, that end was sooner rather than later.
Before his eyes flashes the <profession>'s life, nasty, brutish, and short.
The <profession> dies, a mixture of surprise and disbelief on his face.
The <profession> fails to block and gets a tombstone for his trouble.
A quick strike, and the <profession> meets his end.
Your blow nearly cleaves the <profession>'s head from his body. So much for getting ahead.
A well-aimed strike aims true, and the <profession> breathes his last.
PC Death:
You're dead. No way around it. Well, I hope you've learned something from this.
Ah, such an ignoble end, to be cut down in your prime like a dog in an alley. Better luck next life.
Dead? What do you mean, you're dead? What a revolting development.
Your life ends here. I'd shed a tear, but I'm off for some beer. Cheers!
You're dead. So much wasted potential. You know, you really could have made something of yourself.
....
Some of my lines:
The <profession> receives a lethal dose of damage points and dies.
You send the <profession> on a one way trip to the underworld.
The <profession> dies. Another notch on your belt.
The <profession> dies. The assisted suicide program claims another victim.
The <profession> dies. Hopefully his makers will be overjoyed to see him back so soon.
The <profession> dies. This town was getting too crowded anyway.
The <professon> dies heroically. There is no better fate for a warrior. I guess he owes you one now.
PC death:
You die. I know it wasn't supposed to happen. Hey, man, it's not my fault you can't fight your way out of a wet paper bag.
...
So, criticize, comment, post your own stuff, etc. The usual.