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...................................so. fusionfall 2008.
#eddeddy#fusionfall#eene#dork art#character death tw#the potential of this verse is wild can we discuss it#looking stuff up ig the official wprd is nobody technically dies in fusionfall#but like...... anyways its fine bc u save the future. presumably i just restartes
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#family death tw#i have‚ still on my phone‚ a voicemail that my mother left me in 2009‚ after her mastectomy#she never got over the habit from the nokia days of feeling like she needed to shout on a cell phone#(you could hear her convos from three rooms away. you know the type.)#and there's a scratch in how she talks‚ presumably from a sore throat post-op#but she makes her voice light. 'it's MOM. i'm FINE. everyTHING WENT WELL.'#reassuring me‚ her teenager daughter living 4000 miles away#i'm in my thirties now#and one year ago today my mother stopped me after breakfast and said 'elizabeth i don't feel so well'#and died before lunch#i can try to tell you what i've learned this year: that you adjust to a new normal and then have to keep adjusting#how you spend a good chunk of your adult life being a caretaker and then have nothing to do with your hands#or how you never really stop mentally flagging things that you'd think they'd find interesting#or how strange it is to look at some family pictures and be the only living person in them#but mostly i'm so grateful i have that voicemail.#it's become one of the most precious things in the world to me.#'i'm feeLING PRETTY GOOD. quiT WORRYING. i'll be trying to call you laTER. LOVE YOU. BYE.'
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Shadow becomes so much more tragic when you remember that, to him, The Incident™ was SUPER recent. It takes a LOT of fucking time and effort to recover from trauma like that, but Shadow was in cryosleep for those 50 years. That time might has well have not existed for him. His sister was murdered and then he had to go hang out with Eggman the next morning and act somewhat normal. Even years after SA2 it doesn’t feel that long ago. Could you fucking imagine.
#actually i am seeing the plural!shadow vision now. i didnt before but it’s growing on me#smashes my fist against the wall.#ow the edge or whatever#plum rambles#sonic#shadow the hedgehog#death mention tw#sibling death tw#death#cw death#tw death#HE WAS ONLY OUT FOR LIKE. WHAT. A FEW WEEKS AT MOST BEFORE BEING PRESUMED DEAD AGAIN#HOWEVER LONG SA2 TAKES PLACE FOR.i forgir.
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bad said that he "carried dapper to a boat."
bad is a/the grim reaper. he knows when people die. when they cross over.
bad said that he got dapper, and that there was a bright white light, and that he felt warm. and then he carried dapper to a boat.
when bagi asks what happened to maxo, bad said that he didn't make it to the boat. "not this boat, at least." which implies that the ferry for the river styx is canon, or at least some variant of it.
he keeps saying that dapper is asleep. that they were very tired.
dapper was the only egg not in their holding cell when the bomb went off. they were unprotected.
bad can't remember anything that happened after the bomb went off.
guys, i. i think he carried dapper to the ferry. i think dapper might be dead.
#tw child death#cw child death#this. He actually got me to tear up#like when he said that he carried dapper to a boat#i started tearing up#please please please let this not be true#please please please#badboyhalo#qsmp dapper#qsmp#qsmp liveblog#update: he said he's gotta go “wake up dapper”#dapper was not in their bed#nowhere to be found all stream#so. presumably. he's going to wake dapper up from death#thank god
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Whump Prompt #1287
Whumptober #19: Floral Bouquet
From a distance, it felt surreal to watch their loved ones lay the flowers at a grave. Their grave. It felt even worse to see them cry... to hold onto each other in their grief, and it was particularly difficult to see even the stoic character's façade crack at the realisation that the grave was real.
But as the whumpee looked on from the trees, their wounds painful beneath their heavy clothes, they couldn't help but cry for the death of their past life...
But as [character] had said: it was necessary for them to 'die'.
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Team whump Idea
A team of heroes hunted down one by one, held in seperate cells. but cells all in a line. Communicating while captured is something akin to Chinese whispers. At one point, the only two not captured are youngest, and Leader. The entire team prays to whatever deity that they believe in that youngest keeps managing to elude the Whumpers. Leader on the other hand?
Well, they all know Leader isn't coming for them. Leader is presumed dead, and has been for over a year.
One day, Medic is dragged from their cell and never brought back. The Team doesn't know what happened and can only speculate. Some hope that Medic found a way out. Others say that death would have been kinder. And then, Just when they've nearly all given up hope. who should burst in to the rescue? Leader! with Youngest and Medic in tow. Battered and Battle-Hardened, Leader thoroughly kicks Whumper's ass to the whooping, cheering and applause of the others. That's their team. their Family that Whumper's held in cages for nearly two years and Leader is one ticked-off Parental figure.
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Mad Doctor of Blood Island (Tomb of the Living Dead, 1969)
"You are quite mad."
"Then you should be very careful, doctor. Both of you. Mad people can be quite unpredictable."
#mad doctor of blood island#tomb of the living dead#horror imagery#filipino cinema#video nasty#1969#eddie romero#gerardo de leon#reuben canoy#john ashley#angelique pettyjohn#ronald remy#alicia alonzo#ronaldo valdez#tita muñoz#tony edmunds#alfonso carvajal#bruno punzalan#edward murphy#tito arevalo#unarguably a pretty bad film but not without its own unlikely charm‚ as John Ashley's beautifully sculpted hair and sharp suits help him#investigate a bad case of Monstrous Green Man running riot on a beautiful island in the Philippines. performances are wooden‚ fx are as#ropey as expected‚ and the script is mostly dreadful (excepting a few isolated scenes which transcend into a kind of wonderful weirdness‚#particularly any scenes between Alicia Alonzo and Ronald Remy‚ where they dispassionately discuss the nature of love‚ madness and death#or trade threats in utter calmness). for a late 60s film the levels of gore‚ sex and nudity are surprisingly high tho tempered by the#director's irritating habit of rapidly zooming in and out during any moment of grue. oh and a very real tw that this contains some needless#and horrible animal cruelty (presumably what got this on the DPP list) altho it's brief and easily excised so maybe there exist cuts of the#film without those scenes. altho this is admittedly a little dull beneath the grotesquerie and a fairly badly made bit of cheapo indie#schlock so probably not really worth chasing down that imaginary cruelty free cut (unless you're a freak trying to watch every video nasty)#(i am that freak)
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Febuwhump Day 23 - Presumed Dead
From the cut ending of The Queen of Lies:
“Lettie!” The patter of footsteps drew near, and a golden-haired girl with blue eyes and pink ribbons in her hair—she looked nothing like Colette, it had to be said—burst into view. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. “Oh, Lettie, it’s terrible, he saw the paper, he saw the news, and—”
Her voice cut off abruptly and confusion flashed across her face as she spotted Bree. “Oh—who—” Her eyes went round. “Oh. Oh, Lettie, you didn’t. Did you?”
“Fucking shit,” Colette hissed, ignoring the girl’s questions. Grabbing Bree’s arm, she barked, “Come on. Don’t worry about your shoes.”
Bree yelped as Colette wrenched her forward, all urgency and no gentleness.
“Will?” Colette called. “Will!”
“Lettie, he’s—” The pretty blonde girl—what was her name? Verity?—followed. “Oh, he just looked so—”
Colette and Bree burst into the sitting room, and there he was.
There he was, by the window, perfectly still. Gazing out and watching the snow falling in the growing morning light. His back turned. His limbs shaking. One hand braced against the glass.
“Did you know?” he asked, his voice strangled. The question was obviously meant for Colette. “You always fucking know everything that happens. Did you know about the fire?”
“Will, just—”
“Because the paper says it happened a week ago, and if you hid that from me, Colette, I swear to fucking god—”
"Will, I—"
"Did you know she was dead?"
#febuwhump#lps the queen of lies#presumed dead#I mean#may as well share this bit since it won't be in the actual story#death mention#tw grief#grief#shock#horror#angst#betrayal#(sort of)#or at least#feeling betrayed#whump#whump writing#febuwhump cheater
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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
Olivia Quintero has seen a lot of dead people.
She never got a chance to see her mother’s body. As soon as they heard what had happened, Joey had bundled them all into the car and they’d run as fast and as far as possible before someone decided they were a loose end.
But she’s seen a lot of them since.
People died in the transient camps all the time, for one reason or another. Age, illness, violent fights, overdoses. She’d been the first to find two of them. It hadn’t really scared her, not like it scared some of the other kids.
She was pretty sure one day, it would be her. When the seizures kept getting worse, and the doctor in the camp kept turning up only half-sober, with shaking hands he couldn’t even be bothered to wash properly and coughing at the end of every sentence.
But even after they got across the border, got Via into a good hospital, it hadn’t meant the end of death following her. She’d seen patients wheeled out of the building with white cloth over them. She’d watched the girl in the bed next to her in the pediatric ward lose her own battle with her failing body.
And now, she’s looking at her own sister’s lifeless face in a coffin in a dingy cemetery. Her black dress itches her neck where the collar touches, and she already popped the button off one of the sleeve cuffs, but she feels oddly numb in spite of it all.
Maybe because Joey doesn’t look dead.
Tía says it’s just what they do at the funeral homes to make people look nice for their families, but Via knows what people look like when cars hit them. She watched a boy playing soccer in one of the camps dart into the road after his battered ball and get run over by someone speeding by. They hadn’t even stopped or turned back to see if he was still alive.
She can’t see any bruises on Joey’s face or hands at all. There’s a thick layer of makeup on her face that Joey would have hated in life, but Ramona across the hall covers up the times her boyfriend hits her the same way, and Via can always see the purple and yellow underneath.
Joey just looks like she’s asleep. Almost peaceful, aside from the way her lips curl a little, like they’re pulling back from her teeth.
Via chews on her own lip. She can taste the vanilla chapstick Tía is always smearing on too thickly, and the saltiness of blood from the spot where she peeled away a bit of the skin. She wonders if that will remind her of Joey now, the way the taste of ripe papaya makes her think of Mami, because it was what Via was eating when the phone rang and Joey went all stiff like she was the one having a seizure and then told them Mami was never coming home.
Mauri presses something into her hand. Via looks down at it. The faded colors and crumpled edges of the picture of their family that Joey carried with them all the way from home. The only way Via still knows what Mami looked like.
She and Mauri both agreed, Joey should keep it. Maybe she’ll be able to look at it in heaven and think of them. Maybe it’ll help her find Mami if she’s forgotten her as much as Via and Mauri have.
Via reaches into the coffin and tucks the photo in between Joey’s hands and the lining of the worn leather jacket she always wore when she went out at night. The edge of the photo sticks on a tear in the fabric, and Via pushes a little harder.
Her hand brushes up against Joey’s. Joey’s skin is cool, makeup smoothing out the roughness in her chapped fingers and her chipped nails, now painted an overly garish red, scraping against Via’s thumb. She pulls back, blood welling up from the tiny gash, a single drop falling onto the corner of the photo, and shoves her finger into her mouth, sucking on the cut.
Via doesn’t cry when they close the lid on the coffin.
She doesn’t cry when the men from the funeral parlor lower the whole thing into the ground, or when she and Mauri and Tía throw in handfuls of dirt on top, Tía sniffling into her black lace handkerchief the whole time and Mauri’s lip quivering.
She doesn’t cry when people flood their tiny apartment, bringing food and empty words and emptier cards, when the room is filled with so many voices it makes her head hurt.
She wakes up at five in the morning, when the last guests have finally gone, when the smell of spilled tequila has faded, when the moonlight slanting through her window turns everything a pale blue.
Somewhere, out in the darkness, the sound that woke her echoes back again.
A woman’s scream.
Via normally sleeps through those sounds. They’re as common in this neighborhood as barking dogs and crashing pans and breaking glass and angry arguments. But there was something high and harsh and terrified in this one that woke her.
She rubs her fingers against her thumb, slipping one blunt nail under the edge of the forming scab on her cut, and tugs it away again.
Another drop of blood wells up, glimmers in the moonlight, and falls to her stained blanket.
Out in the night, something howls. Clearer and sharper than a coyote, but just as mournful. Just as haunted. Via buries her head under her pillow, and lets the sob she’s been clinging to all day tear through her.
(You can read this story and others from this universe on my WorldAnvil here!)
@catwingsathena @nade2308 @the-one-and-only-valkyrie @telltaleclerk @ettawritesnstudies @writeouswriter @the-lovely-wren
#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday23#presumed dead#josefina quintero#olivia quintero#tw: character death#but in Joey's case she's coming back#via just doesn't know it#grief
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Febuwhump Day 25: Presumed Dead (Hyrule)
AO3 link. Warnings: blood, injury, torture, captivity, loss of consciousness, thoughts of death and grief. This one's a bit rough.
Continuation of Day 20: Knife Wound (Sky) for @wildsage00. Happy birthday my friend!!!! I hope you enjoy!!! Or that you feel pain, either way >:)
Part 2/5. Part 1. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.
The roars of the monsters were nearly deafening. There were dozens, all growling and screeching and making as much noise as possible.
“Sky? Are you with us?”
“Yeah… I’m awake.”
“You need to tell us what happened.”
Hyrule struggled against the binds around his wrists and ankles. The ropes were all pulled taut, stretching each appendage to a separate corner of a large stone slab.
“They ambushed us. They came out of nowhere. It was almost like…”
“What?”
“It was almost like they were waiting for us.”
His head throbbed viciously. Every noise sent a spike of pain through his skull. The light from the torches was blinding, even as little as there was. The side of his face was slick with blood.
“They were smart. They separated us, first thing. Kept pushing him farther and farther away.”
“How did they know to do that?”
“And why?”
It seemed only the strongest monsters were allowed to approach him. They wanted to make it last, Hyrule guessed. They were enjoying themselves. Of the few he injured in the fight, they all bled black. Normal monsters had never been able to get him, but the intelligence of the infected monsters continued to increase.
“There were too many. There were just enough focused on me to keep me away from Hyrule. They overwhelmed him. There’s no way he could have fought them all off himself. If I had been faster, maybe-”
“None of that. There were too many for anyone. Those thoughts won’t help Hyrule.”
A moblin stepped up to the slab, a cleaved sword in its hand. Hyrule tried to squirm away, but the ropes were too tight. The moblin screeched, spit flying wildly from its mouth, then heaved the sword down into Hyrule’s thigh.
He screamed.
“They didn’t hurt him, they just knocked him out. Not a single drop of blood, it didn’t make any sense. They had the weaponry, but they only used clubs on him. As soon as they were sure I wouldn’t follow, they took him and left.”
Blood gushed from his thigh. The pain was muted, indistinguishable from the countless other wounds on his body. Hyrule desperately tried to look away, but the ropes around his throat constricted with every movement. He watched the blood trickle down the stone slab, splashing into the basin below the stone. It was slowly filling.
“I might know where they took him. He told me once, about… We need to hurry.”
“I can lead us to where they took him. We can go from there.”
“You’re barely on your feet.”
“I can’t sit here while he’s in danger. There’s no time to argue.”
The next strike had his vision darkening. Hyrule grasped to the last strings of consciousness as hard as he could, but he felt himself slipping. Images flashed through his weary mind: burning fields as Ganon retook his empire, innocent people being slain in their homes, monsters running wild through towns.
The other heroes, his brothers, finding his body. Legend falling to his knees, too jaded to shed a tear. Wind having to watch another life be taken, a little more of his youthful innocence slipping from his eyes. Wild being forced to grieve yet another friend. Sky, overcome with guilt.
“I’m sorry,” Hyrule muttered, and his eyes slid shut.
“We’ll find him, Sky. We’ll get him back.”
#febuwhump2023#febuwhump#febuwhump day 25#fic#presumed dead#tw:#blood#injury#loss of consciousness#torture#captivity#thoughts of:#death#grief#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu fic#lu hyrule#ace writes
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Vivisection (from Latin vivus 'alive', + sectio 'cutting') is surgery conducted for experimental purposes on a living organism. The practice originated before scientists knew animals were capable of feeling pain.
#blood tw#gore tw#tell me how else to tag this k?#death note#art#light yagami#l lawliet#lawlight#my art#sketchy lineart bc i can't be bothered to clean it up#simple bg but i enjoyed drawing the glassware#if you're curious about the inspiration for this very strange drawing:#i did a full-body dissection of a rat in my biology class last week#the other option listed in the lab manual was to pick out the various organs on a human torso model (presumably for the squeamish)#I immediately thought of combining the two and dissecting a human#and then because of death note brainrot it had to be lawlight#this is a companion piece in terms of fucked-up-ed-ness to my brain-fucking fic ('The Way It Ends' on AO3)
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"if it isn't my baby brother? awww! it's really, really good to see you!" corey's bright smile was more or less constantly on his face… whether he was happy, sad, absolutely seething -- he usually smiled so… no one really knew how to read that smile. he wasn't expecting that to be any different with his family either. dead dad, mom who hates his guts because he looked like said dead dad and then the baby brother. hmm. well, this was a steaming pile of shit he didn't want to be dealing with on a friday afternoon. "okay so lets be real with each other here. i'm so busy i give a sane britney spears a run for her money. can whatever this is... wait till monday? this really looks like a monday problem. yeah? let's schedule a rain check?" oh, did he expect his brother to leave? nope, not a chance of that happening was there but oh... he'd tried. "before you starting talking. i need to pour this." pouring himself a fresh drink as he waited for his brother to tell him what current problem he was facing. @lcvenderhcze
#corey ; convo#corey ; finn#tw: death mention#so i presumed billy was older than mads so said he was the big brother but i actually don't know? so if we wanna swap that and have finn#as big brother that's all good tiwnny. just let me know >:)
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⚠️WARNING. GORY & DISTURBING DESCRIPTIONS UNDER THE CUT.⚠️ for the people that don’t know what i’m referring to
for the record, in the drama, he made wen lingjao mutilate her own face and kill herself. whatever he did to wen chao terrified him and left wounds/burns over his entire body; we hear an offscreen scream as lwj walks away from the scene, leaving it open to interpretation whether jc and wwx killed him or tortured him to death.
in the donghua, wen chao gets mauled by by wen lingjao’s corpse, skewered on some sort of demonic energy spike and exploded.
in the book, he first chokes wen lingjao on a table leg, then uses her corpse to bite off wen chao’s dick. he then pursues wen chao and wen zhuliu for several days, and makes wen chao chew off his own legs and fingers and burn off his hair. jc and wwx torture him to death in the end.
book!wwx is so precious to me. the horror of his actions really drives home how deeply the burial mounds/the horrors of war fucked him up. the book and donghua both keep the mystery/ horror genre but so far the drama hasn’t. it’s been more of a... well, a drama. sorry if you’re just now finding out that your blorbo did forced cannibalism
getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism
#torturing a man to death has gotta be in my top 10 sibling bonding activities. especially for reuniting with a presumed-dead brother#i'm pretty sure theres also discrepancies between adaptations as to whether or not HE did some cannibalism in the burial mounds#and whether it's just a rumor#but lies and rumors and reputation are one of the main themes so i'm not too worried about it#correct me if i'm wrong on any of these btw#he faced the horrors of war and decided* to become a worse horror#'decided' said loosely because. there were Circumstances.#dw guys. he just needs a cornetto and hell be fine#and now for every trigger warning ever#blood tw#gore tw#torture tw#suicide tw#cannibalism#self harm tw#death tw#cannibalism tw#blood cw#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wei wuxian#yiling laozu#yiling patriarch#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#grandmaster of diabolism#grandmaster of demonic arts#cql#the untamed
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Regarding the prev post, i've been thinking abt why it feels so weird since i never been a fan of the group or anything. (also considering all the bad things i learned abt him by my friend yesterday...) but i feel like it's the combination of someone you associated with your childhood dying + in a an accident (?). like it just feels wrong to have a celebrity from my childhood die. it feels like it shouldn't happen. you know?
#and people dying due to falling (presumably in accidents) always freaks me out sm#what do you mean it's so easy to die. just like that#sorry should i tag this as something?..#tw death#tw accident#anything else?#🗒#i know this post might sound selfish since it's about someone's death and im just talking abt my random feelings#as someone who didnt even know/care abt the person to begin with#but it's my blog so......
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okay but aisling being human and genuinely wanting to run away from ireland and just let moira take whatever she wanted is so important to me, like she didn't have any remarkable and rare moment of heroism, her instinctive reaction after eoin died was to just let everything fall apart and leave it behind. and you could argue that she was right for that. she was betrayed by the government and the gardai for her whole life. she owed nothing to them, not a single thing. she would've been well within her rights to let the whole system fall apart, especially when she was still recovering from eoin's death and two days of being lost at sea. and the one thing that pushes her to return and fight moira is the engagement ring and the understanding that eoin deserves a funeral. that his family deserve to know what he did. and there are so many families across ireland who may never know what happened, and eoin's sacrifice was made to give everyone a fighting chance through aisling. so she gets up and fights moira, but it isn't her first response, even if it becomes her first response thereafter. that night on the west coast of county clare? she did consider just leaving the island and letting moira do as she pleased.
#death tw#( ' a certain wisdom. ' / hc. )#( and that's not smth to dislike bc lbr i think anyone would've done the same thing )#( the woman was exhausted and devastated and she just wanted to curl up in a dark room somewhere and let things happen )#( like it's perfectly natural for that to have been her reaction )#( superhero movies tend to presume everyone wants to save the world )#( and we do! but sometimes we're tired and drained and we kinda wanna give up too )#( so that moment of weakness? i'm proud of it tbh )
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I’m a Christian and I think killing Jesus is the funniest answer. Mostly since he’s already famous for beefing it, so I’m not sure it would help much. Plus, then he’d have to come back from the dead twice, which takes away from the razzle dazzle of the original resurrection. People are expecting it. So do the Romans like wait in the tomb to stab him if he starts twitching? Is there like a month where Jesus is just killed over and over like a fish in a barrel? What about the poor random soldier assigned to spawn camping the son of God, how does he go down in history? I bet all the edgy teens try to get that role in the Sunday school pageants.
Or assuming Jesus dodges that with miracles or whatever, does he just sit there with the knowledge that two is a very awful number? One is cool and impressive. Two is weird. And three?? Three is a holy number in Christian mythos. Now if he dies THREE time, that would make more sense. Maybe he calls up sky dad to be like ‘yeah, look, greatest sacrifice for the sin of man, yep, could’ve warned me about the time traveller. And I’m just thinking -hear me out- three deaths. You gotta understand the optics on two aren’t the greatest. But three? Maybe this one could be cooler than the last two. Like I fight of a hoard of demons or something, the humans would like that.’
And what do YOU, the time traveler get memorialized as? Are you a Judas figure, some type of sinner led astray? Perhaps a more Old Testament rival magician figure, and stories give you wicked magic powers like the staff of thunder (gun) and the teleporting murder rock (also gun). Are you a demon plastered all over chapel ceilings and stained glass windows and children’s crayon drawings? Maybe even Satan?
And the moment some historian figures out your actual description and there’s a running theory you match up with modern clothing and tech…oh BOY are there going to be so many theological arguments! I can just imagine the delicious sects created from this.
FINE, you get another go at the time machine and the ability to prevent one birth (or commit a murder up to you), don't worry about the butterfly effect, we want the butterfly effect that's part of the point. Your actions will prevent them from ever rising to prominence. Original poll here There may be a face off poll at the end. Hitler still isn't an option because we'd all chose to kill him.
Am gonna go Pontius Pilate and say my hands are cleaned of this one. All of the below are nominees.
#Real answer is Christopher colombus all the way#I suppose it’s not in the spirit of the poll given the presumed failed rise to power but the ripple effects were just too funny#Anyway stopping all those horrific church atrocities would be absolutely fantastic#But like given how kinda chill Jesus was I’d feel bad about murdering him since he’d say some hippie crap about turning the other cheek#Try to absolve my sins while I’m kicking him to death or whatever#But Columbus? Oh I could throttle that man any day#christianity tw#christianity#jesus#christian jokes#something to nom on
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