My desert dweller urge to nearly fall on my face recover and then get sent sliding into the sunset by a gust of wind at a place like this.
This has actually happened to me once in a very scenic location, the other time was in a 711 parking lot where I rammed into the back of my Jeep Cherokee.
It would have to be on a bench, your arm underneath your trench coat stemming the bleeding of a hidden wound that isn’t revealed until you hand him the manila envelope. The rookie notices the blood smeared on the envelope, quickly pulls your coat open, but alas it’s too late to save you.
My womanly urge to kiss my lover goodbye and run after the train until I fall off the platform and break my neck.
“At least… I got… to say… goodbye, 🪦”
My manly urge to watch, traumatized, as the train turns you to jelly, and I set out to avenge you and kill the bastard rookie cop whose badge caused you to trip onto the tracks.
My ghostly urge to haunt you in order to tell you that I was just a clutz and no one else needs to die but I’m a ghost so I can’t communicate that to you and instead you go on to wrongfully avenge my death while my presence gives you chronic pneumonia and paranoia.
Ps, sorry about that. I didn’t know ghost essence was like black mold, mate. My bad.
Awful cold in here all of the sudden.
Reminds me of things I experienced
Not enough bleeding. Next!
You were SO close to meeting a bond character.
That’s a good experience.
It was. Each wagon had a coal burner for heating, so there was smoke in the air.
What a delightful title you’ve chosen.
A+ would meme again
If unaware, you may enjoy this contest (of which I’ve chosen the 2021, but there are many and they are great)
“I was wrong about you, Rookie. You’ve got what it takes. I know you’ll make me prou—“
Mendozaaaaaa!
Slowly bleed out? Yes. Be a cop? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Could just be PI
Since we’re talking fantasies then I’ll go with martyr for the cause
I don’t get it
There’s a meme about men choosing one of three aesthetics; noir detective, military historian, or something else I forget the third stereotype. For the men pretending they’re in a dime store 1920s pulp crime thriller novel during a mundane day this is the perfect setting for a melodramatic ending, that often took place at train, bus, or air ports.
I still don’t get it
4 shades of gay?
Now you’re getting it!
Can confirm, bottom right checking in
You chose … poorly.
Not to divulge my whole life story but it was definitely a good decision for me. Gave me a direction in life and all that.
Is the direction
FRONT TOWARD ENEMY?I’m just kidding around. You seem like a decent person, and I hope you weren’t offended.
I believe the third one is Thunderbird character
Which noir has the detective bleed out in train station?
Have you seen Blade Runner 2049?
The last scene where he just lays on the staircase is crazy lol
the masculine urge to die
yeah I had that too until I started hormones
Now it’s a feminine urge to die?
Now the urge is gone :3
Congratulations!
yea :c
Masculine urge to give my partner the evidence as I skip town to
retireopen a beach side restaurant in a tropical paradise.Also gives you a chance to be brought back for the sequel!
Yessssssss
Nah, that’s two days away.
The perfect death doesn’t exi…
That’s very specific, but I can see it.
“As the weather worsened, I caught a glimpse of the rusted shells of previous lives that had been lived out here in this swampy shit hole, and I wondered if I would end up the same way, or what would happen to the girl I was supposed to protect.”
Why should that urge be masculine tho? I’d rather think it’s a general sentiment.
This is an existing joke. It’s like the “guys will see this and say hell yea” thing but we still send it to women who will also say hell yea.
OKAY gender abolitionist.
I knew without clicking this would be Max Payne or Obra Dinn
I mean, it started playing in my head like the lan party someone brought a 0 day release to was last week. Stopped the lan part of the party dead in it’s tracks. However, that wasn’t last week. That was a quarter of a century ago. Time to brood a little, staring into the fireplace I guess.
same! We stayed up all night taking turns playing
