Where does your Marine go when they die?

[Surrealistik]

The other side is universally never pleasant it seems.

Just a minor setback in a major operation.

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[DeusMortis]

Doesn't matter where you go. The cycle of waging war against over-sized, lizard bugs never ends!

[Jakkkk]

Valhalla.

[kooarbiter]

When jack dies he can hear his family, his ex wife, his children, all screaming; torturing him, agonizingly, WITH ALL THE NAGGING


then he proceeds to beg whatever deity might take pity on him to send him to the hell with giant dinosaur bugs instead of the hell he left at home

[x31stOverlord]

Wolfgang Schneider, as a WY employee is doomed to the fiery pits of hell already. So when he dies he heads down there and then laughs in the devil's face because WY has the patent on evil and underhanded deeds and he is out of touch.

Wolfgang Schneider, as a member of the command crew is a Catholic. His ascent to heaven will be swift and one full of self doubt and guilt. When he reaches the golden gates and sees it he will weep tears. Before someone brings him back and he mourns, unable to express the sights he saw.

[thatguyfromlife]

The same place we all go, the s a l t plains.

[MrJJJ]

Into the darkness itself, there is nothing, one moment, as i die, i feel cold, and i can't see...then i can't feel anything for about a second and i get revived, even if in reality it took them 4 minutes to get me, for me it felt like a second, and what happens when you don't get defibbed back to life?

Nothing, absolutely nothing, all is dark, all is cold, you don't think, you can't feel, its over...everything has ceased, and you are stuck here forever...and ever...

[Skysoldier]

Nothing, I die, nothing happens, I come back as if nothing happened but sprouting and being ANGERY at the marine who shot me dead.

[coroneljones]

The alarms blared as Jack looked around, sitting on the floor, his back to a closed escape pod airlock, in a pool of his own blood as it continued to flow from his wounds.
It was almost all over now, as he heard the all too familiar deafening sound of the Self-Destruct system play throughout the halls, he knew, his job was over, and he closed his eyes as blackness enveloped his view...

Jack Knight quickly rose up from his chair in the brig, Fell asleep, didnt I? Another sleepless night, damn night terrors, he thought to himself as he looked at the empty cup of coffee on the desk, sighing as he looked at the empty pill bottle in his pocket. It was another normal day on the Almayer, and they had just arrived to the site of an automated distress signal, a standard check, and he had a job to do, time to herd the hordes and make sure they dont break anything.

[Jonesome]

Somewhere where the dead surround me, and they’re angry at being dead. Have you ever talked to a dead person? It’s boring!

[Arbs]

Someplace warm. And sticky. Also known as a world of shit.

[Plaguewalker]

Maxim "Stalker" Senaviev:

Screams...Screams. That's all there was the sounds of his friends, squad mates fall around him. An invisible creature jerks from out of the shadows leaping on the poor Russo-American. A loud screaming in russian as he's jerked awake, his smartgunner gear pristine condition. All, he sees around him is wide open brown fields, a sea of wheat and barley. Something about the farmland gave him a sense of familiarity, and warmth. As, he walked towards the farmhouse the seas began slowly shifting to the grimey streets of what was an office. As, witnessed a younger version of himself finally getting his card for the service checked, and readied. Quickly running out the of the office, was boot camp the endless torture, the poor food. The lack of any familiar feelings all he could see around him were other soldiers look to make their claim in this big world called life. Continuing onwards through a door left ajar in the camp, was a conference room. And, a man sitting at the head of the table. He took his seat closest to the man. One by one the people sitting at the table became horribly disfigured, brutalized, and bludgeoned as though they shared the same fate. Look at the suited man, he begins to apologize to him. Possibly his brother or an old friend who knows? As, a white seering light flashes and the Smartgunner is reduced to a corpse with slashes all along his body. The suited man nods, standing up flipping a projector on. ZAP! "THE COMMIES BACK TO LIFE SL!" One of the medics of Charlie shouted.

[ColdSuit]

Phil 'Termite' Smith:
Walks through the halls of a sterile white hospital, fully suited for combat, and gazes through a window into a room. He sees a younger set of his parents cradling a baby in their arms. Oh how he could barely see their faces through the bright lights. He proceeds through a door at the end of a hall, into an even brighter light.

Asphalt.
The screams and yelling of a hundred little kids echos across the school playground. He sees a younger Phil tossing a rubber ball to a girl across the court. Oh how he remembered the day that they met, burned into his mind much like how a sharp pain burned in his chest. A bright light consumes the blacktop.

Low music and the mixed smell of colonge and perfume.
The galleria overlooking the spaceport, prom night. A young couple dancing on the balcony and chatting with friends. Oh how we loved to dance. A night of fun and love.

A roar of thruster and a blast of wind as the starship left the starport gantry.
She left for the frontier a few weeks later. Oh how he missed her.

Boots and shouting. Bootcamp.
Endless drills and evaluations, and too many pushups. Oh how he hated that drill instructor.

Gunfire and screams. Hell.
The creatures had just torn their SL to bloody shreds, the man screaming as his lungs left his chest. Phil looks around and sees the same story being repeated across the battlefield. He looks to his right and sees himself (of course, this was all a few short moments ago). Clad in a gas mask and armor, rifle in hand. Scared out of his mind. The boy begins to reload when one of the creatures throws itself at him.

Oh how short life is.

Phil watches as the xeno quickly kills the person he was a few short moments ago. So that is what it is like to watch ones life flash before your eyes, he thought quietly. Phil walks through a quiet hall, much the one his parents carried him through after his birth, into a cloudscape. Surely the pearly gates aren't too far away. Oh how he hated marching in full gear.

An angelic being appears in front of Phil. A familar voice comes to his eyes and his heart melts.
"Not yet, my love. It is not over. Not by a long shot". A bright, painfully hot light consumes Phil.

"HES BACK", the corpsman yells as he puts away his defib. Phil opens his eyes and looks himself over as he lays on the ground. His wounds have been bandaged, his veins full of liquid medicine. His rifle at his side and the same nightmarish creatures that just killed him a few meters away. Phil gets up and grabs his rifle. A loud chunk as he cycles the weapons bolt and checks his ammo counter. As he strolls back into the fray, a single thought flashes through Phil's mind.

Oh how full of wonder this universe is.

[caleeb101]

t i l t e d t o w e r s

[James5734]

Whenever I die, my character always enters a strange white endless void with nothing but salt. Salt in every corner, crevice, up to the ceiling. Nothing, and I mean nothing but pure white table salt.
It's horrifying

[Hastati]

We are in purgatory. Every round actually happens, and our marines have to suffer through it thousands of times to atone for their sins.

[AccointNaim]

Attachment Heaven, with only RDS avaliable.

[EchoingPhaser]

"So that's it then" He thought bitterly as he faded away he let his guard down for just one moment to ask the guy next to him how much ammo he had left and within that time frame caught a tail blade to the chest.

At least the pain wasn't there anymore his chest was just numb now. . . and a little bit itchy feeling? Eh dying isn't exactly well documented so who knows what to expect here. Hell for all he knew the rest of his eternity would be spent in the void with nothing but himself for company, what a load of bull-

"Crane?"

His eyes snap open and he sees nothing but forest for miles around it's snowing he feels comfortable. He always loved the snow and the days when his mother would take him and his sister to the park and let them play with the other children memory's of a better time. He can feel the presence of others here, fellow marines fallen in combat, friends and family who he hasn't seen in years.

"Stand back let me work"

Closing his eyes he lets out a long sigh. He can already feel a pull trying to guide him back it's not strong enough to force him to return but it's earning its points for trying that's for sure.

"Alright clear!"

He stands up and checks his gear the afterlife can wait for a while longer.

The forest fades away and it all goes white.

[Jesus Merryman]

I treat death more like a coma, and when revived immediately state something about "Holy hell what happened?" / "Fuck that hurt..." or a nice *scream.

[Martzin]

He rides off to Valhalla, shiny and chrome.

[RedsPro]

Valhalla.

See you there

[TheMusician321]

"It was dark man, I'm scared of the dark. don't make me go back."

[GenericUsername]

An enormous RO line with unlimited attachments to all ranks. Unfortunately when he is finally getting his BC BFA QA rifle the docs bring him back to life. Two seconds later when he dies again he has to go through the line again.

[edda]

A bar in the afterlife where he gets to chill with the CEs of Almayers past. Getting brought back to life happens when he takes a sharp hit of whiskey. Followed immediately by searing pain and the fluorescent lights of Lower Medical.

[Bancrose]

Straight to Hell for the 6 million standards that got gassed for Blitzkrieg orders I've given.