The first user puts something they are doing and the second user explains how it leads to their death!

I'm going on a posting spree...

Sadly they didn't realize the consequences of posting so much, found dead at the scene due to staying up for a consecutive 5 days and 3 hours. In his final 2 days alive, he just posted nonsense and gibberish and people thought he was just s***posting. Oh if they could of only known...

Today I'm going to be going to the dentist! Wish me luck

They discover that you have an issue with your teeth that requires oral surgery. They have the time, so they decide to do it today instead of scheduling an appointment for the future. During the surgery, bacteria makes its way into your brain, which eventually causes and aneurysm. You are dead.

(I don't know the exact science behind it, but that actually happened to my mom. Minus the dying part; she was lucky in that regard.)

I'm going on a leisurely stroll through the park...

Suddenly you get attacked by a random stranger and get injuries from a sharp weapon. The injuries were too severe that you succumb to your wounds. That’s the best random thing I can think of.

I am currently working on my car’s transmission.

You finished fixing your car's transmission months ago. Your car has been running like a dream. This thought has stuck with you all this time. You ponder long hours into each night. What if you are dreaming and you can't wake up?

You are soon contacted by the human resistance. At your behest, they free you from the Matrix and you soon become a contributing member of Zionist society. It's not enough though. You want more. You earn approval to join militant efforts to defend Zion. Though you are a mere footsoldier, you figure you have as good a chance as anyone when Sentinels swarm your new community and you'll have weaponry to defend yourself.

Sadly, your closest comrades mourn your passing as you are one of the many casualties of a tense battle for survival before Neo manages to negotiate a long term halt to hostilities.

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In an alternate reality, I am having a fistfight with Macho Man Randy Savage. My youthful speed gives me the upper hand but...



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In the middle of the fight, you trip and land in mud, but that mud is so hot (10,000+ Degrees) that your face burns and then you die from so much heat. but if you survived that, then you run (without eyes because the mud burned your face off) into him, and he punches you into a shark's mouth.

I'm getting my new Xbox Controller Today...

The lithium of the Xbox controller elite start heating up, leaking acid and exploding right on you, causing major fatal damage to you and your precious controller. Evil laughter

I’m going to San Diego this summer by plane.

You board a plane. It takes off smoothly. After some time at cruising altitude, the whole cabin starts buckling. You frantically return to your seat and strap in. The pilot's old man voice crackles onto the intercom. You briefly wonder if his yawning rasp is that of the grim reaper as he says...

"Ha ha, don't worry folks. That's just a tiny bit of turbulence. Happens sometimes. ETA for touchdown in San Diego is eh... an hour and twenty minutes".

Your plane lands as smoothly as it took off. The minute your luggage drops, you are out of that airport. That is actually the fastest you've ever gotten through an arrival process after landing. Goody!

Since you're earlier than you expected, you decide to hurry over to the San Diego zoo before they close on your first full day of vacation. Your cab driver drives like a maniac. He's very polite so you aren't comfortable about showing him you are angry about his dangerous driving but you are silently praying he doesn't make a fatal mistake.

You gain admission to the zoo shortly after arrival. Line ups for everything are light today. There aren't huge crowds around like usual. You're so lucky! You feel a capricious need to go exploring. You march happily in grassy areas, ignoring signs like "Keep Off Grass" and "Danger". What good is a guided pathway if you're just going to step where everyone has before? You thread between walkways, under bridges and wherever else you please.

You eventually need a bathroom so you start looking around for signs while wandering rather aimlessly. There seems to be a sign in the distance. Its back is to you. You squint and amble closer. A high fence catches you about your waist and you go tumbling head under heels down a short steep hill that you couldn't even get a grip on if you had razor sharp grappling hooks attached to your hands. The hill ends and you reach a dead drop that lands you in a grassy pit. You stumble to your feet, not feeling hurt.

A little girl points down at you as if you are an animal on display at this zoo. Pfft! How rude. You clear your throat but realize you are too low since your great fall and you would have to shout to be heard by the people watching you from above. Besides, that tiny girl is not pointing at you. You follow her gaze behind you. A full maned lion prowls behind your left shoulder. You feel his hot breath on your neck.

"ROOOOOAAAARRRRR!" You are standing in the middle of the limited territory zookeepers have allowed him to have and he is not happy with you. You are sure you are now screaming. Your throat is getting a workout, not that you can hear yourself in what could be your final moments. You wave your hands up in the air like a helpless child.

Twenty seven minutes later, keepers have retrieved you from the lion's den. Your hearing is starting to come back. They explain that the lion and his pride are trained by reward conditioning to know they get extra food rations if there is any person unknown to them in their den and they do not harm them. The lion would have been tempted to attack you anyway since you are a large mammal and in his territory. If you were deemed a threat to his dominance, he would have challenged you and swiftly won.

Turns out what you did was exactly right. Raising your hands up made you look as big as possible. Screaming hard enough to permanently damage your tortured vocal cords startled the lion enough to hesitate and reevaluate its natural instinct to rip you to shreds.

You hardly believe that you didn't wet your shorts back there. You guess those muscles tensed up and didn't let anything squirt loose. Every other part of you has gushed out sweat, made you damp and clammy while leaving your shorts relatively dry. You still need a bathroom, though.

You are exhausted. You just want to check into your sleeping quarters and pass out. You mosey through the front gate feeling on the verge of collapse. There is a click. A gun has been cocked, pointed at you from five meters away. Turns out your cab driver from earlier actually is a maniac.

He's been sitting in his cab in the parking lot since dropping you off. All this time he's been sitting there with his windows rolled down, stewing about how when you paid him you didn't leave him an extra tip for getting you here so quick. He feels a psychotic entitlement to his tips. He pridefully announces he's the fastest cabbie in all of San Diego. He's soooo nice too. He screams his laments loud enough to alarm passersby who hadn't noticed his gun yet. Help might be on its way soon.

He is now demanding an explanation for your cheapness from behind a snub-nosed pistol that you have resigned to hold out for hope is not loaded. A crazed look in his bulging eyes as he aims his gun carefully at your face tells you it probably is loaded.

If you were not so whelmed by that lion incident, you are sure you would have said something to appease this lunatic. Maybe if you offered him all your money he would spare your life[not too different from robbery but at least you would be all right].

Your muscles finally relax and not because you are calm. You are drained in more than one way. The driver lowers his maniacal leer down to your shorts. He tenses at seeing a wet patch appear and widen. "WHAT IS THAT?" he screams.

His yell is drowned out by his pistol going off. The pain is extreme. Your vision blurs. You dimly see him get tackled by staff security, his gun is taken away, he's zip-tied and held for police. Lights flash, blue and red. You black out before they get you on a stretcher.

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Morning sunlight tickles your face. You wake next day in hospital. Your bed in an isolated care unit is comfy. A cute doctor consults you about your injury before continuing her rounds. She says you are probably lucky to be alive. You were urinating at the point of impact. A distracted gunman looked down and was no longer aiming at anywhere vital. You try to get her to stay and flirt a bit but she looks back at you and laughs like you are crazier than that nutjob who shot you.

Alone, you check under the diaper bandage to get a look at the 'lower quandrant injury' she was alluding too. Foreboding doom descends on your mind as you confirm that you are indeed, half the man you used to be. That will almost assuredly inhibit your social behavior in any future interactions with... with... you start crying.

Check out day comes too soon. They don't keep you long since all bleeding has healed and you only lost one non-vital appendage. You trudge into the hospital parking lot, feeling unloved.

Just then, you feel cupid's arrow prickle your neck. You look around, wonder if any women are paying you any attention... ever again. You are completely alone.

That arrow really stings. You hear a buzz. Your throat is getting tight. A tempermental bee has just stung you in your adam's apple. You flick it away in a panic. Turns out you were unaware of this but you have recently become allergic to bee venom. Your windpipe is closing up. After you pass out, someone finds you. They alert the medical staff. They rush you back in and quickly find an intervention method to reverse your reaction.

For all their expertise, they are too late. Your body thrashes one last time and you flatline. It so happens getting cut down to half a mast is the least of your problems since your ship just sank due to lack of oxygen.


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Meanwhile, I am sick. I am sleeping in late. I haven't cleaned my living space. Occasional paper or books here and there but mostly grubby clothes all over the floor. I hardly go outside anymore. Playing games on a phone or computer is usually the only thing I do with them. I woke up today like every day before it...



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I'm sure you boys didn't just tag along so we could sing Kumbiya together at some boyscout bonfire, then again, maybe you did. - Leon Scott Kennedy

You wake up feeling awful and decide to stay in bed and play a mobile game. You decide to play Roblox. You get so absorbed in playing Roblox that you fail to notice a black widow emerging from one of the grubby shirts on your floor, slowly making its way up onto your bed. After saying grace, the black widow plunges its fangs into your flesh before heading home for a dessert of cheesecake.

With your immune system weaker than usual and a severe allergy to black widows you didn't know you had, your muscles begin to weaken and you begin vomiting uncontrollably. As you rush to the bathroom to treat the bite, you slip on a pile of your own vomit and smash your head onto the glass table in your room. You black out and never receive the treatment you need. You are dead.

I'm working on an acrylic painting of a scenic mountain valley.

As you're painting, you accidentally get paint in your eye and hit your head on pavement. You are dead.

I'm rewatching a couple of shows from my childhood.

The nostalgia from watching some of your favorite childhood cartoons hits you like a ton of bricks and makes you weep uncontrollably. As you make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you slip on your trail of tears and break your neck from fall down the stairs. You are dead.

I'm building a model kit.

The model topples over, you break your leg, and then you smash your face on glass... You are dead.

I'm standing outside looking at Uranus.. uh the planet of course!

While you are looking at it, it comes flying at earth and everyone dies.

I am going to eat a pickle, and I know that I won't choke..Well...

Unfortunately, you have an extreme allergic reaction to the pickle, which causes you to rapidly break out in hives that cover your entire face and obscure your vision. As you cautiously try to make your way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, you trip over your shoelace and land face first onto your cactus plant and bleed to death. You are dead.

I'm playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate on my Switch.

You get wrecked by Steve and you bash your controller against your head so hard that... You are dead.

I keep hearing a weird sound and I have no idea where it's coming from...

It's Tinnitus and it stopped you from hearing the car. You are dead.

I'm making some instant soup.

While you're making the instant soup, the microwave explodes do too the smell of the soup, leading to your instant death. You are dead.

I'm making some posts.

You get so absorbed in making posts on Vizzed that you lose all sense of time and awareness of your surroundings. While you think you've only been posting for an hour, inexplicably, thousands of years have gone by and you never got to live out the rest of your life. You are dead.

I'm gazing at the stars through a telescope.

While you are, you stare at a star so bright that your eye burnr, then you trip, falling on your neck breaking every bone in your neck. You are dead

I'm just sitting down doing nothing.

Suddenly, you start to hear the wind picking up outside. You start panicking, but you can't move. You're just sitting down, doing nothing. It becomes clear that there is a tornado outside, approaching your house. The glass of the windows breaks and the wall starts ripping apart. You are still sitting down, doing nothing. As the tornado passes through your home, the roof begins to collapse. And you are still sitting down, doing nothing. The ceiling above you falls and lands on your head. You are dead.

I'm in the kitchen, trimming the fat off of the chicken breasts that I plan to cook for dinner.