You are dead. We regret to inform you that your character was killed in battle. You are not that alive anymore. The cold hands of the grim reaper are grabbing for your soul. Game Over! Insert coin to continue. No, kids. Your character did not really die. It... err... went to a better place. Your plan of breaking your enemies weapon by bashing it with your throat failed. I guess this did not run too well. Do you want your possessions identified? Sadly, no trace of you was ever found... Annihilated. Looks like you got your head handed to you. You screwed up again, dump your body down the tubes and get you another one. You're not dead yet. You're just resting. You are no more. You have ceased to be. You've expired and gone to meet your maker. You're a stiff. Bereft of life, you rest in peace. If you weren't so animated, you'd be pushing up the daisies. Your metabolic processes are now history. You're off the twig. You've kicked the bucket. You've shuffled off your mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile. You are an ex-player. You're pining for the fjords.