Your last day

[Kodachi]

Hypothetical:
You wake up one morning to see a note on your pillow:

"I hope you enjoyed your last sleep. I'll return tonight to finish the job.

Don't run"

Knowing that whoever wrote this probably means business, as he/she was able to break into your locked house without tripping the alarm or waking your dog, you assure yourself that this is most likely your last day on Earth. You're still bound by law and cultural conventions (or not, depending on your moral fiber) so what's on the agenda for your last day? Do you go to work? Do you possibly waste the entire day trying to track the person down? Throw a "going away" party?

Personally, I'd just have a good long chat with a select few people, play some games, have a good meal, and end the day with some sort of er... fun.

What would other Escapists do for their last day?

 

[TheAceTheOne]

I'd wait find a gun and wait. I'd set a decoy up in my bed, sit in the closet, and wait, after spending the entire day freaking out. Then when Anonymous Executioners Inc. comes around, BAM! (One hopefully dead assassin)

 

[glyphseeker]

Panic like a coward and get my house set up like a fortress in the hope to survive

 

[Kodachi]

I fear I may have to continuously edit this scenario to force people to accept the hypothetical inevitable (wow that's fun to say =D).

 

[zajohnson]

Find Liam Neeson's contact information, and then, I win.
D

 

[Queen Michael]

One word: Batman.

 

[Giest4life]

My, death may be inevitable, but this still won't stop me from trying to evade it. Unless you mean that "I" surrender to the conclusion that I'll die tonight, then that won't be very "me".

OT: So, if I really must die that night, I'll probably spend the day crafting a heartbeat bomb, a bomb that will trigger once the machine loses my heartbeat. If I'll die, then I'll take the bastard down with me.

 

[Kodachi]

My, death may be inevitable, but this still won't stop me from trying to evade it. Unless you mean that "I" surrender to the conclusion that I'll die tonight, then that won't be very "me".

OT: So, if I really must die that night, I'll probably spend the day crafting a heartbeat bomb, a bomb that will trigger once the machine loses my heartbeat. If I'll die, then I'll take the bastard down with me.

A true martyr! Kudos to you sir *tips hat*

 

[FalloutJack]

-Don't run? You're kidding.-

As if. I'd leave a sign on my pillow saying "Like hell I won't!", and then proceed to keep going...mhmmm...forever.

Basically, I adopt the Yossarian method of handling life.

 

[Apollo45]

I've got enough gunpowder, fireworks, and weapons to make my house a deathtrap in 24 hours, easily. I would make sure no one I knew was going to show up randomly, lock all the doors and windows, rig them all to either explode or do something else incapacitating when they're opened, get my arsenal of weaponry, sit in the back room of my basement behind a few overturned desks and whatnot (yay for chest-high walls!) and wait. It would take a bomb squad guarded by a SEAL team to take me.

However, playing by the rules you've set down saying I know I'm going to die, I would send out a few letters, give some stuff away to people I know, find a good book and read until they show up. When they come in to the room I'm in I look up, calmly, close the book, stick a cigar in my mouth, pull out a lighter and flick it open. At that point the entire house goes up in a massive ball of flame due to the natural gas line I left leaking, taking them with me.

Either way, I'm not going down without a bit of a fight.

 

[Son of a Mitch]

My, death may be inevitable, but this still won't stop me from trying to evade it. Unless you mean that "I" surrender to the conclusion that I'll die tonight, then that won't be very "me".

OT: So, if I really must die that night, I'll probably spend the day crafting a heartbeat bomb, a bomb that will trigger once the machine loses my heartbeat. If I'll die, then I'll take the bastard down with me.

What would you do if he was a sniper?

I would probably just call up a few people that I like the most and just have a nice, long chat with them, tell them some things that I wouldn't really tell them otherwise. Then I would stay awake thinking about just how the person would try to kill me.

 

[succundo]

I think for me it would be a little like "Home Alone" meets "Hostel" and well, basically my absolute last resort plan would be to fight like a honey badger on speed that has been trained in all the ball busting techniques of Krav-Maga

 

[DaWaffledude]

Jaysus, thanks for giving me nightmares.

I'd spend the day cowering in fear, flinching whenever anyone talked to me.

 

[gostlyfantom]

report this to the police and get put under their protection?

 

[Valagetti]

I'll personally try for the non-sleeping approach. Just staying up, keeping my wits about me. 11 days is the world record, then you die...
So I'll try n' hunt him down instead, or even better Decoy, like the end of Dexter season one.

 

[Jedoro]

-Go about my day as normal
-Clean my shotgun (12 gauge firearm I own, not a euphemism)
-Type out and post a note on Facebook explaining how I appreciate the people who have made a difference in my life and telling them how much they meant to me
-Stay awake with my shotgun loaded, a shell chambered, safety off, and hopefully make the assassin wish he'd taken me in my sleep

 

[KiloFox]

I would spend the day as i normally would, though live it a bit to excess. i mean... if *I* were the assassin, i would be a dick and leave that note on somebody's pillow who i DIDN'T mean to kill. and then laugh evily to myself when they freak out and go on a murder spree or something. but i'm the mentally sadistic type. so i'd take that precaution just in case the assassin was like me. if i KNEW they'd be back... then i'd probably start killing people. because the world would be a lot better with about 10% of it's population deceased... oh and i'd also hide ALL facts about me being a gamer. just so that the media CAN'T pin it on gaming.

 

[Fantasylord]

Geez I'd do what any self respecting escapist would do, jump into my car and drive very very far away of course sending a text, an email and a note that says "Someone is trying to kill me so I am running for my life at the moment, don't go looking for me chances are whoever it is has u guys watched, if I'm dead well i love you all cya in heaven or hell depending on where I end up in relation to everyone else, and on a side note I am sure as hell not going down without a fight. -Insert my true name here."
Followed by driving to varies different motels leaving a paper trail and false paper trails search my car thoroughly for bugs yes I am that paranoid and be sure to have plenty of weapons hopefully pads or anything I can pass off for armor find a room with no windows close to exits and easily defendable then sit game/read and wait, hopefully rig a few happy surprises for em, on a side not I would pay for multiple rooms hopefully the bastard will end up in the wrong one with a trap giving me ample warning to escape.

 

[Kargathia]

Ahhh, finally I can stop worrying about all my impending deadlines.

A few phonecalls to people I care about, a facebook update to inform all the people I don't care about, and I'm all set to discover whether I'm afraid of death.

 

[kypsilon]

I would get up and make waffles and enjoy them. I would then go for a walk in the woods, hopefully the day would be sunny and warm. I may chat up a cute jogger if there's any occasion to do so. I would have lunch in a nice cafe down near the river where I live and ask the person serving me about themselves and how they're doing. I'd leave a sizable tip too. I would then watch a movie, if there was anything good playing...if not, I'd sit on a park bench and watch the river flow past me. Perhaps I'd marvel at it or become acutely aware of how I would be taking that moment for granted. As the day wore on, I would go home and prepare myself a nice dinner. Cook that sirloin steak on the barbeque until it's perfect. I would play some nice music softly afterwards and sit in my chair against the wall facing the room, the music softly playing in the background, a glass of fine red wine in my hand, the sun slowly sinking behind the horizon.

Then I would wait.

When whoever or whatever it was finally showed up to do the deed, I would say, "You forgot to sign your name."

And then I would be the one thing that the killer did not ever want to face.