A most interesting quiz is going around -- you score if you remember how you died in your most recent past life.
Anyone, can anyone remember?
It is said that few men die in a harem, but those who do die happy.
except when you're an intruder caught by the eunuch guards...
As for remembering my last death... no, I don't remember the death of my most recent incarnation.
As for the one incarnation I remember, I've never been through his death, I suspect he's veeeery long lived, or possibly immortal
As for my most recent character death... it's been a long time that I've not had a character die on me... I think it was a warlock who got turned on by the party's frenzied berserker that had been possessed by a ghost... he later got reincarnated as a dwarf anyway.
Quiz? What quiz?
If this is one of those new age-y things about remembering a real past life, I don't. I assume that my heart stopped for some reason or another, my brain died from lack of oxygen, and that was the end of that.
It was the last train out of Perry, Montana (a place that doesn't exist anymore), somewhat near the Missoula area. I had found out that there was a boxcar loaded with gold and only a few guards. No one was supposed to know about this shipment which was why it was unmanned as it were. I had been robbing trains for eleven years. I had a strong horse and another staged just near where I was going to stop the train. All in all, I would have made one of the biggest scores of my calling.
I had a quick skirmish with two of the guards and dropped them easily. They took their shots alright, but they must have been untrained in firefights while in motion. And I don't mean to brag but I had been doing this for eleven years. Anyhow, so I get the train stopped and I have the Conductor properly frightened. I knew there was a third guard so I start giving my speech, you know, "No one needs to get hurt...return to your loved ones," that kind of thing. Sure enough, a guard emerges with a rifle held over his head and there's a woman with him. I tell him to step off the train and for the woman to fetch some rope.
He hands the woman the rifle and he climbs down the rungs to the ground. I kid you not, she lifts the rifle and puts one in my chest. I remember thinking how prim and dainty she looked as she chambered another round. I tried to say "stop", but she put a second one in my chest. I don't remember any pain...instead, I just felt exhausted. As I closed my eyes to sleep the last thing I heard was "Damn fine shootin' there, Marybell..."
Kicking a nuclear bomb in downtown New York because I didn't believe it would go off.
This apparently hasn't happened yet.