Be fending off thousands of attackers on a lakeside cliff, all hope is lost. When I'm about to be overrun I sigh, plunge a short sword through my stomach, utter a heroic one liner, then fall backwards to my death. Good way to die huh?
Your last stand.
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In all honesty I want my death to be meaningful, so a last stand is quite appealing, I'd hope it'd be back to back with a few allies, holding back a massive enemy force to give time for the rest of the friendlies and civilians time to escape, like the 51st Highlanders at Dunkirk.
Maybe a super epic defense of a narrow choke point such as a bridge or canyon with me as a viking.
Or an old western Alamo style fight.
Or perhaps I'm fighting in World War 2, with nefarious Japs or Krauts swarming my position and only a few ammo clips left.
Or finally, I could be a classic Warhammer 40k space marine defending a world against the forces of chaos.
Those are my top 4.
Or an old western Alamo style fight.
Or perhaps I'm fighting in World War 2, with nefarious Japs or Krauts swarming my position and only a few ammo clips left.
Or finally, I could be a classic Warhammer 40k space marine defending a world against the forces of chaos.
Those are my top 4.
My last stand already happened.
A few years ago, and I'll spare you the long story leading up to this, I returned to public school after several years of homeschooling (the reason being I got in too much trouble for the schools to keep me). When I got back, I made the mistake of saying I could kick the ass of some guy named Christian. Turns out, Christian didn't like that. Funny thing is, before I began homeschooling Christian was one of my old buddies, back in Kindergarten and 1st Grade, who I thought was cool and I tried to hang out with.
So I got cornered at a football game, in a dark alley between a chainlink fence and the refreshments/bathroom/souveniers building. Christian and six guys. Fuck.
Christian, who I will admit was a head shorter than me (but damn those scary short kids), slammed me into the brick wall a bunch of times yelling at me to fight. Not wanting to get my ass kicked, I just let him slam me into the walls and hoped somebody would stop him. Unfortunatley, the crowd gathering at the end of the alley where the light was coming from were only yelling at Christian to kick my ass.
So I shoved back.
Then he punched me in the face.
...But no, I didn't get my ass kicked right away. He knocked me to the side, but rather than fall I braced myself and met his rush, got under his arm, and ended up choke-slamming him into the fence (which cut my pinky finger up to my wrist) before he pulled my coat over my head. Unable to see, I recalled some advice my female counselor had given me a fear years before, and planted my feet, drove out with my right hand, and put my whole back into it. Ok, I swung wildly with my left hand first, but then I remembered. And luckily, I hit him right in the jaw.
Pulling off my coat, I threw it on the ground and stepped forward as Christian was getting up off the gravel. He took his coat off too and came at me, and we fought a while. I am proud to this day to say that I came out on top and I'm getting an adrenaline rush just remembering the punches I drove into his ***** face. Unfortunately, his friends decided to step in before I could get him on the ground and maul him a little bit, and while I had the upper hand he was still taking my punches better than one might hope.
What happened next was the most brutal ass-beating of my life. Two teeth knocked out, both eyes black, a busted nose (luckily not broken) and some bruised ribs. I jammed my thumb on one of the guys, kicked another in the knee cap, and knocked several of the (bigger) guys down. And while I was running on all pistons, they beat the fuck out of me. And when they'd finished beating the fuck out of me, when I had curled up to defend myself, they picked me up and slammed me into the fence. I started fighting again, and one of them elbowed me in the teeth (this is where I lost one).
I honestly don't remember much after that, except that Christian stepped in and punched me right in the eye while I was in the fence. I realized "Hey, where'd the other guys go? Oh, they left Christian to finish it!" And I was mad again. I pushed off the fence with my foot and tackled the short guy into the fucking brick wall, slammed his head right into it (and unfortunately, my head, but it was dark and I didn't immediately notice).
Then two of them stepped in and punched me a few times while Christian nailed me in the mouth again.
There used to be a video of part of this fight on Youtube. It was called "Smartass ass-whooping". It was obviously deleted a couple years ago, but it had me slamming the back of Christian's head into the wall (and if I hadn't watched it, I never would have known I busted my face on that wall).
Texas sucks. But on the flipside, while I never got another shot at Christian, nobody EVER fucked with me again after that. Though everyone always said "you got your ass kicked", which is sort of wrong because Christian looked almost as bad as I did and he didn't have six guys on him.
A few years ago, and I'll spare you the long story leading up to this, I returned to public school after several years of homeschooling (the reason being I got in too much trouble for the schools to keep me). When I got back, I made the mistake of saying I could kick the ass of some guy named Christian. Turns out, Christian didn't like that. Funny thing is, before I began homeschooling Christian was one of my old buddies, back in Kindergarten and 1st Grade, who I thought was cool and I tried to hang out with.
So I got cornered at a football game, in a dark alley between a chainlink fence and the refreshments/bathroom/souveniers building. Christian and six guys. Fuck.
Christian, who I will admit was a head shorter than me (but damn those scary short kids), slammed me into the brick wall a bunch of times yelling at me to fight. Not wanting to get my ass kicked, I just let him slam me into the walls and hoped somebody would stop him. Unfortunatley, the crowd gathering at the end of the alley where the light was coming from were only yelling at Christian to kick my ass.
So I shoved back.
Then he punched me in the face.
...But no, I didn't get my ass kicked right away. He knocked me to the side, but rather than fall I braced myself and met his rush, got under his arm, and ended up choke-slamming him into the fence (which cut my pinky finger up to my wrist) before he pulled my coat over my head. Unable to see, I recalled some advice my female counselor had given me a fear years before, and planted my feet, drove out with my right hand, and put my whole back into it. Ok, I swung wildly with my left hand first, but then I remembered. And luckily, I hit him right in the jaw.
Pulling off my coat, I threw it on the ground and stepped forward as Christian was getting up off the gravel. He took his coat off too and came at me, and we fought a while. I am proud to this day to say that I came out on top and I'm getting an adrenaline rush just remembering the punches I drove into his ***** face. Unfortunately, his friends decided to step in before I could get him on the ground and maul him a little bit, and while I had the upper hand he was still taking my punches better than one might hope.
What happened next was the most brutal ass-beating of my life. Two teeth knocked out, both eyes black, a busted nose (luckily not broken) and some bruised ribs. I jammed my thumb on one of the guys, kicked another in the knee cap, and knocked several of the (bigger) guys down. And while I was running on all pistons, they beat the fuck out of me. And when they'd finished beating the fuck out of me, when I had curled up to defend myself, they picked me up and slammed me into the fence. I started fighting again, and one of them elbowed me in the teeth (this is where I lost one).
I honestly don't remember much after that, except that Christian stepped in and punched me right in the eye while I was in the fence. I realized "Hey, where'd the other guys go? Oh, they left Christian to finish it!" And I was mad again. I pushed off the fence with my foot and tackled the short guy into the fucking brick wall, slammed his head right into it (and unfortunately, my head, but it was dark and I didn't immediately notice).
Then two of them stepped in and punched me a few times while Christian nailed me in the mouth again.
There used to be a video of part of this fight on Youtube. It was called "Smartass ass-whooping". It was obviously deleted a couple years ago, but it had me slamming the back of Christian's head into the wall (and if I hadn't watched it, I never would have known I busted my face on that wall).
Texas sucks. But on the flipside, while I never got another shot at Christian, nobody EVER fucked with me again after that. Though everyone always said "you got your ass kicked", which is sort of wrong because Christian looked almost as bad as I did and he didn't have six guys on him.
with a suitably awesome sniper rifle picking off my enemies as they made the long trek up. They'd be climbing over bodies before they finally got to me.
Probably, if id have some time to prepare id choose a forest near the place my grandmother lived. I spent a lot of time there and know the woods pretty well, plenty of sweet spots including old WW2 bunkers scattered around.
Id go for textbook guerrilla warfare, picking one by one, planting plenty of booby traps all over the place, hidden stashes of supplies to switch weapons without having to deal with carrying them all. There is even a clearing perfect to lure your enemy for some long range sniper defense. There is old ruined sawmill and few other shacks that could provide cover or ambush spots, the forest is quite big so with help of some foxholes i think it would be possible to hold enemy off for long time, avoiding direct firefights.
Back in WW2 smalls squads of polish paratroopers (Dark and Silent) used to use that place for taking on much larger groups of nazi infantry.
Id go for textbook guerrilla warfare, picking one by one, planting plenty of booby traps all over the place, hidden stashes of supplies to switch weapons without having to deal with carrying them all. There is even a clearing perfect to lure your enemy for some long range sniper defense. There is old ruined sawmill and few other shacks that could provide cover or ambush spots, the forest is quite big so with help of some foxholes i think it would be possible to hold enemy off for long time, avoiding direct firefights.
Back in WW2 smalls squads of polish paratroopers (Dark and Silent) used to use that place for taking on much larger groups of nazi infantry.
I'd have a RPG-7 and a cake out 3 feet from me. As soon the enemy's army rushes in, I would scream "THE CAKE IS A FUCKING LIEEEEEEE!!" and blow everyone up.
I would be in my home village of odstock corn field surrounded with ammo crates and i would be drinking vodka as i mow down wave after wave of fast zombies with all sorts of cool weapons.Then when they over run my fortified postion i would hit a button the detonates the nuke i have had next to me.
"I hate these damn zombies"
"I hate these damn zombies"
My most favorable end would actually be killing a group of thieves that break into my girlfriends house will i am spending the night there. they will break in and i would go down to check it out with my .45 ACP, and then there would be a short gun fight between me and the intruders and i would take two shots to the stomach but they would all have died. So as i am bleeding out i can give my final wishes to my girlfriend and tell her i love her.
My most favorable last stand would be at my girlfriends house when thieves break in. i would go downstairs and kill the intruders taking two shots to the stomach. so as i am lying there bleeding out i can give my girlfriend my dying wishes and tell her that i love her.
My most favorable last stand would be at my girlfriends house when thieves break in. i would go downstairs and kill the intruders taking two shots to the stomach. so as i am lying there bleeding out i can give my girlfriend my dying wishes and tell her that i love her.
Id be mortally wounded as i pump the last of my trusty Luger into the enemy and watch him fall to his demise via my bullets but alas the princess was in the other castle.
Serious one: Holding an escape route so my loved ones could escape, with a clip in my armalite and a tonne of gernades wired to blow the second they try to overthrow my dead bullet ridden corpse
Serious one: Holding an escape route so my loved ones could escape, with a clip in my armalite and a tonne of gernades wired to blow the second they try to overthrow my dead bullet ridden corpse
The time period would be around the beginning of the musket era, 1500's or so. I would be surrounded by musket wielding Nazi with my sword (preferably a Japanese one) but swinging my sword and presumably getting shot a lot.
In my opinion that would only be better if there was another chopper there carrying an actual orchestra.FargoDog said:
