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Suicide Game! =D

I stare at the tazaer, not sure exactly what to make of it. I spend hours and hours and hours trying to figure out what the heck it is, and drive myself absolutely insane, not eating, sleeping, just being obsessed. Eventually, the tazaer consumes my life, to the point where my friends and family try to intervene and remove me from the vicinity of the tazaer. But I'm not going without a fight! I kill them all in my obsessive rage, and later on get found by the police, who take me to jail, and have me murdered on the death penalty.

I drop my dress.
 
The dress has a loose thread, which gets wrapped around my wrist as I give it to my mother as she's about to drive away. The thread also gets caught in the car door, and dislocates my shoulder as the car drives away. I collapse and get run over by the next car to drive by.

I drop a brand-new lottery ticket.
 
I think it's my lucky day (at last) but then the Justin Chatwin/Bieber Fusion finds me and wrestles me for it! Unfortunately we're near a cliff... Fortunately I take him/them (whatever...) with me killing them both and ridding the world of both Justin Bieber and Justin Chatwin!!! For two seconds before the fangirls and two fanboys come and revive them with a wish on the DragonBalls...

I drop a free wish on Shenron, the mystical Dragon God who resides within the 7 Mystical DragonBalls!
 
The wish goes awry and Shenron turns against you. I need not elaborate on what happens next.

I drop a red herring.
 
It distracts me for hours and hours and hours whilst a man named Derek sneaks up on me and takes out a piece of paper. He smiles and gives me the paper, I just am too distracted to care what the paper says, and keep staring at the herring. It turns out that there is a bomb rolled up in the paper. It explodes.

I drop a psychiatrist.
 
I am afraid he will "help" me so I beat him over the head with a pizza to the death. And then I am struck with a meteor...

I drop a '0_o' face.
 
I becometh tired... eth of adding this ending to the endeth of words, so I doth grabbeth a mauchette and doth choppeth the endings off, but then a rather enraged William Shakespeare claims that I have defiled his Ye Oldde Englishette and he demands that I play Juliet in a reenactment of Romeo and Juliet to make it up to him. Unbeknowest to me, when I get to the part where Juliet stabs herself with the dagger, the dagger is real rather than rubber, and thus I die for truth.

I drop myself.
 
I think of all the poibilities and my brain explodes from so many.

I drop a .01" by .01" piece of paper
 
The paper falls into my eyeball and cuts a blood vessel, causing me to bleed to death because I am too disabled by the pain to fix it.

I drop my backpack.
 
I'm about to open it, but then suddenly, a man jumps out yelling "NOOOOOOO!" and shoves me aside. The backpack promptly explodes and I thank him for saving me. Then we begin to kiss passionately and romantically, because that's what always happens in movies. As it turns out, the man had just drunk a substance poisonous only to human females. It touches my lips and goes down my throat.

I drop a quote.
 
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I use it to extract the poison from you and proceed to get angry at you for kissing another man.

I drop RAAAAEG
 
I kill myself simply due to the terrible spelling error in that word. It's really that simple. No complicated epic person appears out of nowhere and is completely unrelated to the item thing.

I drop my mother.
 
Your mother and I have a lovely conversation, and she invites me to her house for a casserole. Unknowingly, the fork she offers me has not been cleaned since the last time it was used. Therefore, it is ridden with germs and bacteria, and I get a cold. Soon, a fever develops. I try to visit my doctor, but get stuck in traffic on the way there. A car accident has occurred about a mile ahead. In a random turn of events, Chuck Norris comes out of the blue and strangles me to death.

I drop an organ donor.
 
The organ donor hands me their organs and promptly dies because they just took out their still living organs out of their body. I'm suspiciously still alive. Then a woman named Thomas Jane Lathrin, whose mom named her thinking she would be a boy, comes up to me and announces that the organ donor's family, in revenge, has killed my entire family. I gasp in sadness and nearly commit suicide, but my good friend convinces not to. As it turns out, my good friend is actually Thomas Jane Lathrin in disguise, who turns out to be the organ donor's girlfriend, shows me a tazaer. I scream in anguish as the effort of trying to figure out what a tazaer is finally causes brain failure. Then I am dead.

I drop this thread.
 
The thread comsumes my life as I try to always be the one to have the last post in it, and I suffer from exhaustion, malnutrition, and dehydration and die, broke and alone.

I drop my signature.
 
I struggle really hard to try to see your signature, search days and days and days for it, but I cannot find or see it. One day, I run across your profile, and there it is, but as it turns out, a man named Eric Stevenson has planted a special type of virus in your signature that can materialize in real life the moment I look at it. The virus materializes as an evil version of Catwoman, who scratches me to death.

I drop my avatar.
 
THE LOOK stirs up a primal fear within me, and I spend the next three days quivering in the corner. I am found dead the fourth day, my eyes glazed over and my mouth forming the word "Nooo..."

I drop my shiny Abomasnow.
 
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