The Suicide Game

OK then.

I slit my wrists with pieces of the broken DVD.

I drop the words "You're a talentless MF" into a conversation with Simon Cowell.

Better :p
 
The words materialize into blocks above my head and crush me.

I drop a star.
 
A fat italian plumber takes it and walks into me. I get flipped off of the ground.

I drop a bullet with an angry face on it.
 
He falls to his death and dies. The department of reduncancy department then kills me for being too redundant.

I drop a stick.
 
Chuck Norris sees your post in which he dies, and in a fit of rage destroys the universe. Including me.

I drop a hardware store.
 
I am inspired to start singing "Hardware Store" by Weird Al. Unfortunately, I get lethally tongue-tied in the list of merchandise.

I drop a pizza coupon
 
I eat and suffer ink Poisoning.

I drop a dust bunny.
 
I sneeze and blow my head off.

I drop ashes.
 
They get in my hair and a crazy arsonist lights me on fire to add to the ashes.

I drop the stock market.
 
My house is foreclosed, and I end up living in a box in the streets of Los Angeles. Because people do not believe I'm a Vietnam vet, my box is foreclosed. I turn to drug dealing, and get brain damage because I smoked too much of a Meth/Crack hybrid I invented. I can't afford health care, so I slowly wait for my death. Suddenly, ninjas. Thousands of them.

I drop my glasses.
 
He provokes a bunch of pirates who then start an intergalactic war with the ninjas and, for some reason, the zombies, and I'm killed when a zombie bomb accidentally misses the Pirate stronghold of New Orleans.

I drop a tissue.
 
The bad news is that in the giant pirate/ninja/zombie war, the vampires and werewolfs have joined in. Forks is immediately carpet-bombed, and one of the bombs sends a small speck of metal flying into a passing wind storm. It combines with various specks of dust to form a giant ball of garbage that hits me in the head. I laugh so hard that I die.

I drop a very big object.
 
I get shot by border patrol trying to gun her down.

I drop a tree in the forest, but noone is around to hear it.
 
"But does it make a sound...? Of course it does, sound exists even when people aren't around to hear it. But why would it? The purpose of sound is to be heard, right? No, it's a natural phenomena. No, god made it that way. AGHHGH!" *Head asplodes*

I drop a ball of air.
 
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