I was shooting
nails at my foe with my brand new Puncturer when I felt something ripping my back in pieces. I felt my head detach from my body, my guts fly out of my stomac, gibs exploding outward and discusting blood and vessels flying through the air. My eyes bolted away to meet those of someone else. A guy holding a rocket launcher. He was looking at my bloody pieces falling down; An evil grin on his face.
Only when my roasted arms and legs fell on the ground. Only when my head touched earth. Only when the remains of my body splatered down. Only... ...THEN I died!
-Life-Saver, Playing Multiplayer Quake.