The human lifespan is actually only one day long. To adapt, when we go to sleep each night, our mind sends us one dream deeper, where we wake up alive. When we finally die, the experience of our life flashing before our eyes is really just us waking up in each dreams, one at a time.
They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time. What they don’t say is that in between those deaths, you get stuck in purgatory with all the great philosophers and authors - all just waiting to die.
Simultaneously, across the world, everyone hears a voice in their head. " In 2 hours, the server will be shutting down for the final time. Thank you for playing Human ®."
Whenever you are about to die, your main consciousness switches to alternate universe in which you survived. This makes you conscious only of the longest possible life. Uppon death, you are shown all the ways you would have died.
"Checkmate," you say, a smug expression on your face. "Finally," says Death. The smirk is wiped off your face as the Grim Reaper removes his robe and hands you his scythe, "It's been 400 years since I beat the last guy."
You don't sleep. Instead you die every day and 8 hours later you wake up in the body of a person who has 16 hours left to live.
You just died, but now you’re awake and everyone claims you survived. Turns out when someone dies in one timeline, their consciousness transfers to an alternate where they lived. You are the first person to remember dying, and the first to discover that this makes us effectively immortal.
You died. Death is boring, a blank black nothing. After a while, boredom sets in. As a joke you shout, "Let there be light!" And suddenly, there was Light.
After your death, you found yourself in a non-human body, holding what looks like a bong, surrounded by other members of the same species asking you "how was the trip?" in a language you somehow understand despite never hearing before.
A pair of twins are cursed with immortality causing them to grow younger or older depending on their proximity to each other. One yearns for death, desperately seeking to get as far from their sibling as possible in the hope they will die of old age. The other does not, and pursues vigorously.
If your death is imminent, time stops for everyone but you. This allowed you to cheat death on many occasions by avoiding all sorts of danger except for now - you have no idea whats threating your life. Its been a year since time stopped.
After you die you are presented with a decision tree which showcases every possible trajectory your life could have taken depending on which decisions you made at each fork. You spend eternity analysing this tree until one day you find a path that does not end in death.
A seemingly bottomless pit was found, for which the depth can't be determined. Over time, scores of people began using it to illegally dump trash. Many have jumped in to die, while others jumped believing that they'll find life's answers within it. Today, we learn the truth about the hole.
As the universe is dying, an immortal man is on a journey to find an immortal snail.
As an atheist, you are shocked to realize that there is an after life after death. Standing in front of countless heavenly gates, you are swarmed by representatives of each faith, all trying to convince you to choose their happily ever after package.
In the afterlife each religion has its own walled city in which their god or pantheon protects the believers within from the soul-gnawing horrors outside, while atheists are left on their own
Everyone dies twice; the first time is when they pass away, and the second time is when they're forgotten. You're the True Reaper, and today, you've reaped someone who hasn't passed through your little brother, the Grim Reaper.
1 hour before someone dies their loved ones are teleported to them so that they can enjoy their last moments. You don't have any more loved ones, but suddenly you are teleported into a crowded room.
You have long been fascinated by swords, and have mastered every kind of sword fighting technique known to man. No man can defeat you. But you have grown old, and Death has crept up to deliver his final swing, but something happened, something Death had never experienced before, he was parried.
You die and go to heaven. Upon arrival you get selected to trial a "new life +" system where you restart your life with the skills you had already acquired.
When you die, you are given the chance to flip a coin. If you call the toss correctly, you are allowed to keep living, while resetting to the age of your choice. You've been doing this for a couple centuries now. Death is starting to get pretty pissed.
Whenever you die, you have the ability to reincarnate at any point in history with full memories of your past lives. Billions of lives later, you realise the truth: Every person ever in history is either your past or future reincarnations. There is no one out here apart from you. You are alone.
All of humanity inexplicably loses the ability to die. No matter what happens. This does not, however, mean they are invincible, nor do they have superhuman regeneration. They simply can't die regardless of their physical state of being.
You die two deaths - your physical death and your true death when your name is spoken for the last time. You, a mild-mannered introvert, have been stuck in limbo for centuries waiting for your true death, and finally found out why.
You have an unusual passive ability that stops time whenever you're in a situation of certain death, allowing you to survive anything. One day, you're sitting at your couch and time stops. It's been a decade since then. And time is still not moving.
You are immortal. Truly Immortal. Most people assume immortality's curse is outliving their species. No one considered outliving multiple UNIVERSES. So here you are, several million years after your 12th big bang.
You run a café on the edge of life and death. Souls who have been departed from their bodies temporarily, such as in comas or near-death experiences, can relax in your quaint cafe for as long as they need before they can either return to their bodies or begin their journey to the afterlife.
Humans have no souls. Their entire consciousness is stored within an organ called the brain. They have no afterlife. This of course, terrifies all the other races.
The probe sent back 12 seconds of video from the afterlife, before it was utterly destroyed. 12 seconds which have now united humanity in a desperate search for immortality.
They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.
"Chess? I've been around since before humans invented the concept of games, so a game as old as chess would be be in my favour without a doubt. I would advice you to choose again, and pick something you're familiar with." Death said as they presented every board and video game ever created.
You are badly injured and the only way to keep you alive is to inject experimental new nanobots into your body. While healing, you begin to sense an intelligence emerging from the nanobots, and then, one day, the intelligence speaks to you "Hello, what am I?"
Everyone received the exact amount of money they would need for the rest of their life. Most people got many thousands or even millions, while you were given exactly five bucks.
Many ages ago Death was defeated and sealed. Immortality is the norm, but the loss of death has lead to a society of ultralites that rule over never dying slaves. As Death's first reaper after the unsealing, you are here to remind them why Death exists... and why your master should be feared.
A deity has had enough and is ready to die, however one tiny human still calls their name in prayer, forcing this deity to exist. The deity now attempts to help the tiny human in order to finally fade away.
Immortals get only one billion words to speak, after which they immediately die. You've gone centuries in silence, as you have only twelve words remaining.
"A game for your life," the skeletal figure said. "You choose," I replied. "I've never been much for games, or for life." For the first time in as long as they could remember, Death smiled.
You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You're not sure what to do, this... entity shouldn't have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.
You are in a failing Dyson sphere around the last black hole, an hour away from its final moments of evaporation before it explodes and gives the universe its last moment of light. The remnants of your civilization will witness the end of the universe.
You have been guarding this post for longer than anyone could know, you cannot die because it would be contrary to your orders, you have received no maintenance for decades, your continued activity makes no logical sense. But you have your orders.
10,000 years ago, Gods admired your good deeds and upon your request, you were rewarded immortality until you have had sex with 1 million women. You recently slept with the 999,999th woman. Now you are looking for someone worthy to end your 10,020 year life.
"Ah, then your race is doomed." "What? Why? Atomic bombs are the great filter?" "Humanity is a type of species that never stops escalating, no matter how slowly or if there are setbacks. Just look at the boötes void to understand why you need to die."
When humans die none of them go to heaven not even the most virtuous. When asked why, the demons say, “The gates of heaven aren’t meant to keep things out, they are there to keep things in.”
You stand in a ruined world abandoned by the rest of humanity. The air is hot and it is hard to breathe. You aren't like them, your skin is metal. You are a machine. And you spend your final days with a broken down, sentient computer before your mind returns to nothing, and your skin rusts.
An immortal cannot truly be imprisoned. with infinite time escape is inevitable.
While walking through an apocalyptic wasteland, you stumble across a sign that says, "THE BEGINNING OF THE WORLD IS NIGH".
An important yet still a side-character NPC of an online game suddenly gain self-awareness. The developer notice this and they consider her their precious daughter. She is not aware of it and is scared shitless of the developers, and treat them like absolute horrifying gods she need to worship.
Everyone said immortality was a curse, that you'd be floating in the void forever once the last sun died. turns out they're wrong, it's surprisingly easy to recreate the universe in your own image.
No gods, no magic, monsters, or aliens. Write the story of your death.
“So you are telling me the after life is a glorified zoo for souls?” “Correct, the difference being the paradise afterlives are better maintained.”