One of my favorite times being killed in WvW, I stumbled upon someone who downed me and then I couldn’t die. He didn’t quite kill me, and I didn’t quite manage to die. He kept pulling far enough back to heal up, as I struggled vainly to heal myself. I’d almost get there, and he’d knock me down again. My friends were coming, they’d be there any moment… just as they rounded the bend, he squashed me flat, bowed, and then they squashed him. It was a great deal of fun.
By the way – I like the ballista on top of the corpse idea.
