My only request is that it would be sufficiently awesome. I just don't want something stupid to happen, like a member of my team accidentally shoot me in the back while firing at a Nocturnal.

Well, If I had a choice . . . and that's a big if with Herr Sigler, I would like to go out in a blaze of glory trying to take out a Nocturnal with an incendiary grenade. Anyone for BBQ?

Man, I don't think I can think of something as geursome as The High One can, all I want is that the very discription of my death causing grown men to cry, and little children to puke their guts out. I wish I was an antibody, and you were a bacterium, then I could blow you away with my completment.

Explosives. Anything with explosives. --- Mike--its due to my ideas.--->

Hmmm. Thats a tough one. But crescent knives or being silverbug bait comes to mind --------My Body Thinks My Mind Is Crazy.

I'd like to die in a big vat of warm chocolate - multiple blows to my head caused by dropping Hershey kisses makes me pass out and ... oh... sorry, you wanted to know how Sigler should kill me. My bad. Tastes Like Chicken

The only proper way to go by sigler is heavy mutliation. but a fall that snaps me in half onto a street with lots of pedestrian trafic. also i would like to go the way the reporter did in hot fuzz. "What do you mean there's nothing i can do, you mean im hooked on Scott Sigler's podcast novels... im... a junkie..."- me

In a compromising position with an attractive.....my kid reads these forums.....so you fill in the blanks.

vivisection, while kept alive (has something to do with symmetry) The Math god

BBQ......now that gets the creative juices flowing.......... The Math god

...to choose the method of my demise. Only the master of gore and death, Herr Sigler, can make that decision. If I had to add a little input/twist, it should involve DANGEROUS TOYS!!!

I'd want to go down holding off the hoards in a heroic rear guard action. An explosion would be nice but I would also settle for being crushed in the jaws of some terrible creature like in Ancestor.

Hey its accessible, effective, gory and bloody. Can't beat that!

By fire, taking the as many of the little bastards as I can. With no other option and access to some type of flammables, fire bombs/Malakoff cocktails. Come to me you smelly bastards, let me introduce you to my little friends. Then there is always the ultimate death AFM (Air Fuel Munitions). There is no problem that cannot be solved with the appropriate application of high explosives. Stay Drenched in Blood Brother BTH

Men have been known to stick thier pricks in any thing, mom's old hoover, a warm cantalope, just look on the interweb if thats not sick/entertaining enough for you. Hey! Don't knock it until you've tried it!!! This was my mind frame at the local hore house. Then again not so local if you count how many lightyears away from Earth this planet is. Anyway after a victory celebration of the Galatic football league, fine alien drinks and smokes, my curiousity has been peaked. (forgive my spelling, it's hard to type and jackoff at the same time.) And the locals are just as curious. You see, human men have the third largest genetillia of all the known spieces in the galaxy. Truthfully I'm glad to be number three when number one is never erect and two has no sensitive nerves so sex serves only one purpose, to breed. Well I was now surrounded alein hookers of differnt spieces. I was also too drunk/stoned to care. Only a few speak poor and broken english. A question is asked. I understood clearly. "Is it true what they say about BLACK Earth men?" I can show you alot better then I can tell you was my reply. I'm swarmed. No one even mentioned price. I remember thinking is no longer about fun. No I had a purpose. This is for blackmen. No, no this for all the men in Texas, no for all the men in America. No the pride of Earth. Before I passed out I was thinking, I'm doing more for intergalatic relations in one night then most of our world leaders do in a lifetime. (Can you imagine Ron Jeremy getting the Noble Peace Prize?) I woke up that morning to numbness and few dark spots between my legs. By evening the spots had multiplied and where spreading. Numbness turned to soreness. Soreness turned to pain. I made it to the team Doctor. Whom after a couple of days of anlazing my symptoms. Informed me that I have an alien disease equivalent to the clap. But have had no documented cases of human infection. Thus no cure. My body now is just one big bloody sore. Pain meds are as about as much help as taking two asprins before open heart surgery. I don't think I'll make through the night. But the ladies are here. A few shed tears. Ok! Ok! I know. Leave the story taleing to Scott. But If he could some how work alien puzzy in to my death, I'd be a proud dead black man. lmao

Thermonuclearpenguin thinks that a death with out consequence is the worst way to go. In addition irony must be in play. Example. Because of growing fear and distain of society Thermonuclearpenguin moves to the Northwest Territories in Canada, near the artic circle. He settles in a nice little valley where the nearest neighbor is 50 miles away. After building his eco-friendly home using only prefelled trees and sod, he sits on the porch watching all the little creatures of the forest living their lives simply when WHAM!! the first A380 flight using the polar route from Seattle to Amsterdam augers in right on top of him. The flight was brought down by an 8 year old girl watching a Barbie teaches manners bluRay disc on a player that disrupts the electrical system and fries the aircrafts control system. Locking the aircraft in a nose dive under full power. Ya, thats how he would like to go, uselessly. Think Like A Mob. Though you may be one you are powerful, take that power and change the world.

A friend, who knows I'm frugal, said if he ever wanted to kill me He would hire the lowest priced hit man. I think I would rather go in a more traditional way like getting FUBR from the external crank and then run over buy a vintage tractor or Model T or A Ford. Or eaten by a Black Panther.

Pulled into the event horizon of a black hole...In that way Id truly be eternal

fighting the good fight. Picture the scene in Aliens when Vasquez and Gorman are are crawling through the ducts bringing up the rear,protecting the civilians. Sacrificing one self to protect another especially when you know you have a snowballs chance in hell to survive would the way I would want to go out.

Slow and sready, over the span of many chapters. "The spread of evil is the symptom of a vacuum. whenever evil wins, it is only by default: by the moral failure of those who evade the fact that there can be no compromise on basic principles."

I seem to remember someone getting it via wood chipper in a Sopranos episode. If there's snow on the ground, it kinda adds to the effect ;-) --kevin

long and lingering death.............. the voices prayer for that * It's all about the Numbers, my friends The Math god

I'm with cgallo - I wan an honorably defiant death takin' out the bad guys to the end when the least expect it. At first, they think I'm running away but then I turn with an eveil grin on my lips as I pull the pin out of a mondo-grenade and blow all of us to dust while my comrades escape to fight another day... Something cheesily heroic like that would be kewl. ------------ KnitWitch http://www.knitwitchzone.com

sitting at home alone late one night, listening to Nocturnal, a slight noise, a shuffle, I look up, OH MY GOD, and just like in those dreams where you're running and don't move, screaming and don't make a sound. I'm trying to get away and no matter what, it keeps coming after me, like the termanator, never stops, so no matter what I do it is chasing me down. I can't get away, there is no place to hide, it's getting closer and closer, I can smell it, I can feel it's wet breath on my neck, and before I can even feel what's happened to my body, I seem to be lying on the ground looking up at some .... THING....as it . chews on a disembodied hand....with a ring..... just like mine ........ O.K. that's It ...I am a goner.

Defenestration....from at least 10 stories. Need to ensure maximum splatter