Your avatar is out to get you!

[Bobic]

I don't think I'd last long against such a mighty weasel waving man.

 

[Naheal]

The Gnostics are gonna kick my ass.

 

[tomtom94]

The worst damage that could be done to me is being cut in half by a lightsaber, or being jumped on and falling off the bottom of the screen.

 

[ItsAChiaotzu]

Yeah, should be alright.

 

[DragonsAteMyMarbles]

We're all screwed! Goodbye, universe!

 

[xmbts]

I don't think I'd last long.

Spoiler: because she doesn't fuck around

 

[Aiden_the-Joker1]

Oh god no Insano will destroy me.... with SCIENCE.

 

[the protaginist]

I would never be able to escape Sherlockian Data and Top hat-bedecked Picard!

 

[Archemetis]

CARTOON ME IS OUT TO GET ME!? WHAT WILL I DO!?

 

[Last Bullet]

Unless it can fire on it's own, I'm perfectly safe... If it can, hey, the thing's only got one shot. It hit hits me anyway... That won't be fun, if I even survive.

 

[NeutralDrow]

I'm dead.

Deader than dead. I can officially kiss my existence goodbye. I have no way of defending myself from literally having the concept of me killed.

 

[Jack_Uzi]

Well... since I'm already dealing with myself 24-7. I don't think it would get any better or worse than it is now

 

[chromewarriorXIII]

I'm screwed if all the people in my avatar wanted to kill me. I don't think there is any chance of surviving.

 

[Mr.France]

Well, my avatar is Death itself...
At least I'll have one epic chess match before I go.

 

[Dango]

Not much, even if she found me we'd probably just forget about the whole ordeal and talk about starfish.

 

[SuperSuperSuperGuy]

Ouch. I could get slashed... Or turned into a pincushion of arrows... Or smaked across the face with a boomerang... Or 'sploded with bombs...

Really ouch...

 

[Professor James]

I'm Screwed Just look. If he killed thousands of zombies he can annihilate me

 

[PoliceBox63]

Oh fuck...

Spoiler

 

[Mechsoap]

ooh my god! im doomed! a blue haired mini girl is trying to kill me!

/sarcasm

 

[Fraught]

I'm pretty fucked.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh and swoosh, and none of my limbs are connected to my torso anymore.