The Suicide Game

It gets lodged into my chest and gives me uncurable cancer.

I drop a bottle of hand lotion
 
I slip on it and it gets poured all over me. Everyone thinks I'm gay, and crazy religious people kill me.

I drop crazy religious zealots.
 
I died of the typo and the mob of Grammar Nazis and Grammar Communists who try to kill the Grammar Democracians and the Grammar Socialists.

I drop a single gram of sugar.
 
Fungi grow on the sugar and create spores that rot my lungs. I die of drowing in my own blood.

I drop the moon into the surface of the sun.
 
The fan turns out to be a fangirl. She kills me after I insult the Jonas Brothers.

I drop the death star.
 
Your butt is so ugly I die.

I drop my eyes.
 
Blood shoots out of your eye sockets and blinds me. I fall off a cliff.

I drop a rocket
 
It's gotten so bogged down, the servers explode and set the facility on fire. It rages across the distance to my house, burning it down. However, I escape, and am hit by a firetruck coming to my rescue.

I drop a sheep.
 
I kill the sheep, shear the wool, make a wool jacket, walk outside into the rain, gets wet from the wool, and dies of hypothermia.

I drop some water.
 
I was transformed into a creature of fire by some magic force, and the water kills me.
 
I strain my eyesight looking for the quark, go blind and walk in the LHC, and freeze solid in the near absolute zero temperatures.

I drop nothing.
 
I try to find nothing, but in my quest for it I am killed by trolls.

I drop a baby seal.
 
I club the baby seal to death even though it's illegal in Canada to club baby seals to death despite the images fed to you by international media. I get hung to a tree by Paul McCartney, Brigitte Bardot and a lynch mob.

I drop my dignity.
 
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