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purplewurple: The Sundered Land Game 35 [19]. The resulting fireball knocks me off my feet. I scramble to get up, but a hand around my ankle pulls me back into the toxic, burning fumes. I feel the bodyskin melting on my body, while heavy blows rain down on my ribs. I cry out in pain and manage to yank away the broom handle from my one attacker, but then a cinnamon roll is stuffed deep in my mouth and a torque wrench to my temple ends my struggle. What happens to my dead body?

purplewurple: The gods have spoken! Dice were rolled and Jedadeana spoke loudest!
MABBY: They never found all of the bits, and most of what they did find was charred beyond recognition. I think they divided and packaged up what they could as "Cajun Surprise"-- with beans and rice and okra-- now selling in the (smoke-damaged) deli department of the Aldi.
mattomaw: It gets put to work on the checkout till.
0Shea0: Reincarnates as a bunny?
TheGrimReeple: The survivors of the explosion divide it between them. The Knights Custodian take your head to display as a warning to others. The baker has meat pies on sale the next day. By happy coincidence a more fortunate group of pilgrims buys some of them, and eventually a tiny bit of you does actually make it to the Temple to No Gods.
Derang3d: It explodes in a rain of glitters and candy. The walls of the Aldi fall away, and great stairs roll in from either side. A small army of Carmen Miranda-clones can-can step onto the scene from the right, right as a parade of musicians enters from the left. A lady with some oversized cookery implements on her torso strides down the stairs, two people in a badly made horse costume with last-minute-glued-on-wings walk down the other. She smiles, the horse's mask has no facial expression - just like the great white mask slowly materializing in the night sky. Just as she breaths in - which takes half a minute and inflates her to incredible proportions - somebody thunders "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! THERE SHALL BE NO SINGING!" A bunch of misfits crash through the paper backdrop, carrying a wide assortment of weaponry and tools. One of them bops the overly obese lady on the helmet while two others immobilize the people in the badly made horse costume with rope. The remains of the body, only slightly burned by pyrotechnics, get picked up and carried off. Some weird beast is chasing the Mirandae, while someone else plays Yakety Sax on a stolen instrument - it sounds rather badly because the instrument was used just prior not in a musical sense, but much more bluntly. Some of the interruptors have sprayed butter and green soap all over the floor, adding to the chaos as people are slipping and sliding all over the place. One of the stairs is on fire. The Great Mask in the Sky looks puzzled. One of the misfits is spanking the Obesilass with one of the horse costume's wings, her mouth gagged with a cinnamon roll, eyes streaming. Then, at the sound of the *beep*, the misfits retreat through the hole in the stairs, leaving only chaos, fire, and a few bananas in surprised Mirandae. Slowly, the stairs fold in a ballet of squeeks and screeches, then the other stairs follow, and suddenly everything is just folding over until there's nothing but a big pile of confusion. And fruit.
pricero1: Your body is buried and from the soil on your body there will grow a cinannamon tree.
Woelf: They toss it over the side of the tower, returning it to the tentacled pod-dwellers below.
RealGuest: You are served up in the deli aisle as a daily special
Jedadeana: Becomes a zombie-like entity! Apparently that cinnamon bun was filled with mutant preservatives