Official Blizzard Quote:
Diablo: #DailyDiablo Following the boss "kill moves" tweet last week, what creative ways can you dream up for bosses to end a character's life?
1. You are struck by lightning. Your body glows as it swells and swells. Eventually your body explodes as pieces of you go flying through the air.
yeah!! that would be EPIC
nice one!! with a big "pop" sound at the end
Your head explodes.
lorenado?
best...death...ever... *pose death*
As he reaches you, you try to look up, to make one last stand, but your limbs won't respond to your mind's frantic orders, tendons snap and muscles convulse as you try to force arms that are already dead to lift a weapon that you know won't be able to save you.
The demon stops before you, reaches out a clawed hand to tilt your head back, almost tenderly, almost maternal. Thoughts of your mother rush into your slowly dying brain. Her incessant, ignored hopes for your future come filtering up from the depths of your memory.
What if you had followed her advice, instead of becoming a warrior? What if you'd put aside the sword, ignored the axe, and allowed your mother's years of wisdom to guide your future?
Your gaze moves, slowly, unwillingly but out of your control, and meets the burning pits where the demon's eyes should be.
Something happens, the world around you changes.
Is it a gesture of mercy, a gift? Is it one last torture? Is it simply a curious whim?
The demon shows you what could have been.
There's a flash, and it's around you. You've taken your mother's advice. Books sit before you, not battle tactics, but the secrets of medicine. You learn, swiftly. You're good at this. Very good. You can feel the knowledge not sinking into your brain but flowing. You know this. This is right.
Another flash, and on your hat, where once a heavy steel helmet sat, bestowing upon you otherworldly strength, sits a small black cap, a square on top, a swinging tassel. Draped around is a black cloak, not heavy, enchanted leather and chain, black from dirt and the long-dried blood of foes, but simple black cloth. It suits you. You're graduating, head of the class.
Once more a flash, and you're in a white building, the black cloak replaced with something white, more practical. Around your neck there is no charm of strength, but a stethoscope. You've made it. You're a doctor. You see your daily rounds sped up, see the people smile to see you. You help them, you cure them. You're very, very good at your job. Your colleagues smile to see you, a smile filled with respect and admiration. You feel warm in the glow of their affection.
One last flash, and you're old. You sit in a comfortable chair, not a nursing home, but an extremely well-appointed manor home. You need no one to look after you, a lifetime of healthy, hard, cleansing work has left you well in control of your body and mind. You smoke a cigar, a gift from a man who's daughter you saved. Around you are photos of friends, family. On the wall are framed certificates, awards you've received for astonishing work you achieved in your life. You look around, you smile. You are content.
It melts away, dissolves.
You're back in your broken body, gazing at the demon before you, blood dripping from his open mouth onto your filthy armour, blending with the blood of thousands of others, one more drop of pain onto an outfit made to ease the causing of it.
The house, the family, the awards, the knowledge,the success.
The hospital.
The doctor.
All are gone.
All have vanished.
But the smile remains.
You look away from the demon as he raises one clawed hand to end your all-to-short life. You gaze at a shrine just out of reach, red ichor overflowing from it's bowl: the only healing you've ever known. You straighten the lapel of an imaginary white coat, shrug your shoulders slightly to make the imaginary stethoscope sit a little more comfortable.
You turn your face to the cool wall behind you, a small comfort, here at the end.
You whisper into the stone, very softly, through the blood, the sweat. Through that smile, still lingering on your lips.
"I could have helped people. I would have worked miracles."
The beast's hand descends, swiftly.
You die.
Or Less than 10hp causes hallucinations of some sort with guy trying to attack with blurry warped screen. Then eventually dies.
Win lol