"SILENCE! Don't make me turn you two into mooks!"
"I'm dead; until I come back you can't touch me!"
He just said that. Do you have any idea what this means for you now? You just claimed invulnerability. No matter how temporary, I am now obligated by an untold number of philosophical arguments to hunt down and murder whatever metaphysical presence you have. Now to set up options.
- Dystopian society for the erasure from existence via Big Brother and rewriting of history books.
- Literally destroying any impact you had via... ugh... time-fuckery.
- Erasing you with the power of "Erase GWG from existence"-level minimalism.
- Just destroy the planet with everyone who knows you on it.
Because the power of Irony, Rule of Funny, and my own cynical breed of Dramatic Convenience demand it.
Personally, I'm thinking the last one. Sounds easiest. I think it was Xantalos who put out a patent on time-based shananigans, and the dystopia sounds like it could end in myriad horrible ways. Plus, I have been waiting for far too long to make an Exterminatus speech.
Alternate Script:
Challenge Accepted.
None of those involve physical contact, so even if you somehow did all four you wouldn't have touched me.
But I like my previous character!
Respawn as my previous character, who I liked. If this fails, locate some good lawyers.
I'm willing to accept a sentimental victory based on the connotation of your words, rather than the denotation. Being specific about terminology at a later date does nothing to change intent, and I am working with that intent. If you wish to believe your victory lies in my lack of physical contact, do so. I will continue to believe I have 'touched' you for affecting you despite your status of limbo.
Considering anything we do is simply undone by an errant five, I don't see much point in putting stock in trivialities.
Damn you random existentialist rants! Put succinctly, live and let erase.