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. Right now, you would just love to be resurrected. Wait, did I just die? What just happened? I guess you're not the One. See you in the underworld. Try again. Don't panic, you're just a bit dead. It's a bit late to start digging your grave, don't you think? Program terminated. Mission failed. Welcome to the Matrix, Neo. Everybody falls the first time. Welcome... to the real world. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. There is no spoon. One shot, one kill. Some men just want to watch the world burn. You are fulfilling your destiny. Rule #8: Do not die. There will be no order, only chaos. Too bad, get over it. There's no hope for us here, only death. Death is the road to awe. Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul. Stop... Stop it! Today is a good day to die. Any last words? Oops, too late! Confusion shall be my epitaph.