And the drink that sent you asleep becomes a gray ooze that melts the inside of your body out

I have no body to kill and roam as an immortal spirit, therefore has no need of breathing, eating, drinking, or any of the needs to be alive. How on earth do I die?! He wants to commit suicide. Lol

Exorcism.

I am nothing, the world before the first particle collision.

So, let the Shenanigans fill the blank spaces 1 turn before the Great massive particle collide. You die 1 turn later.

I am the shenanigan you need in your ""awesome"" life.... hehehehe

Shenanigans are fleeting... As time goes on, life becomes less awesome, there is no longer any time to embrace shenanigans. Therefore, those shenanigans die out like a flame doused in water.

I am singing "Too Sweet". Every key is perfect, and each verse is sung beautifully.

Little do you know, it is a bewitched song that causes you to become a sweet little bunny, who is then eaten by a tiger,

I am cleaning my room 

The bacterya acumulated there is enough big to kill you instantly..... roll Nose detection DC 17 Constitution saving throw  ...

I am crafting a Tower Shield for my Paladin Character.

You fall backwards, and the tower shield falls towards you! Make a DC10 Dexterity saving throw.

I am simply sitting under a tree, reading Edgar Allen Poe's MS. Found in a Bottle.

You realize that the book is about you and that you are in a bottle, quickly suffocating... a few breathes remain and you decided to try and finish the book...1...more...page...left..., then your lungs collapse, and your brain loses all oxygen. The beat of your heart slows down, down...down, till...no pulse. Your corpse lays their still, preserved somewhat by the lack of oxygen in this bottle.

I pick up the bottle with the poor dead BDBGaming in it.

You pick up the bottle, unbeknownst if BDB's existence in there. Your eye catches on something within the bottle; It looks like a tiny plastic corpse, but it looks so realistic... Wait! It is a REAL corpse! You scream in shock, stumble backwards, and fall over a railing to your demise.

I am a poor unfortunate soul, trapped inside a mirror

You are full of despair being trapped there, you wonder what life would be like outside of the mirror which is understandable. But because you aren't trusting and content about why you are being in the mirror, you seek a way out. Eventually a wizard let's you out, and evil smirk on his face. As soon as you leave the mirror, you soul begins to fade, and you realize that the only thing keeping your soul alive before, was mirror you had begun to despise. Your lack.of trust and gratitude have got you killed... sorry. Lol

I am dead (after my fall)...

you come back to life and get killed again.

I am on a fuzzy doggo dragon that has no intention to kill me and will protect me from everything

The dragon dies and you fall a few thousand feet. Even your own mother could not recognize your body now.

I’m debating the difference between adaptation and evolution with a ten-year-old.

Yes, but the thing, is...your fuzzy doggo dragon is killed by a soulstealer, leaving you completely open to attack and harm. The soulstealer decides you aren't fit for his collection and leaves you unharmed, that was close! But even as the events that changed your situation end, an apocalypse comes, brining about the end of end of the world, and a black hole envolpes all you know and love.

I watch in horror, killed and abiliterated by the black hole. Suddenly I am reincarnated as a little booger in a giant's nostril. The only thing peculiar about this (...yeah) is that the nostril is closed just from the outside, not letting anything in or out. What happens?

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The dragon dies and you fall a few thousand feet. Even your own mother could not recognize your body now.

I’m debating the difference between adaptation and evolution with a ten-year-old.

Suddenly the 10 year old evolves into a monster and proves evolution is true, and then it bites your head off

I am listening to my favorite song

The song seems to have...special properties. You feel the ground underneath you change with every second. You see you're now...in some kind of forest, you presume? The leaves below you crinkle as you get up and explore. There are many noises going on, due to population. A tiger in specific has interest in you. It crouches and gets ready to pounce on you. You have no idea it's even there! It jumps elegantly, and after landing on you, begins to tear your flesh and tendons. It's not long before you lose consciousness.

I wake up. The bottle was a dream? No, it couldn't have been. I ponder the question quite a bit.

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The song seems to have...special properties. You feel the ground underneath you change with every second. You see you're now...in some kind of forest, you presume? The leaves below you crinkle as you get up and explore. There are many noises going on, due to population. A tiger in specific has interest in you. It crouches and gets ready to pounce on you. You have no idea it's even there! It jumps elegantly, and after landing on you, begins to tear your flesh and tendons. It's not long before you lose consciousness.

I wake up. The bottle was a dream? No, it couldn't have been. I ponder the question quite a bit.

 Yes...it felt very much like reality, but you are put to rest knowing it was all a dream. You rise from your bed and enter the kitchen of your house. You reach for a coffee mug to pour yourself a cup and then you freeze...all the mugs are gone! You cabinet was filled with them last night! Where are they? As your tiredness fades, you look around the kitchen and your hear skips a beat. All the bottles, cups, mugs, and jars are lined up on the island and neighboring counters! You are surrounded in bottles. You shake your head in disbelief, trying to wake up all the way, but this is no dream. Your dream last night was premonition to this moment, when all the bottles riot against you, sick of being used as nothing more than to hold your liquids and then have your mouth rubbed all over their heads, and then washed uncomfortably in the sink. They fling themselves at you, glass shattering all over you and slicing you into thousands of pieces of flesh and bones. You are dead to say the least. 

My flesh bits the tiger left are now sitting in the room beside yours, I am all flesh bits and bone bits just like you.

you get melted by a gelatinous cube

I am the gelatinous cube

I am the larger gelatinous cube

self explanatory