Luckily I had my lucky socks. I threw them around the explosion, and since they are made from streachable andamantium they absorb the blast. As for me I was wearing SPF 99999999999999999999999999999999999 and a heat-radiation-light protecting suit.

 

The next user has the same attack but was trapped in the sock, with nothing with them, being a normal human with no way to escape/get SAVED and have no bunkers/teleporters/wormholes, etc... near by.

a mini black hole appeared and adsorb all the bomb before it can explode, and then it evaporates before it can move the sock i am inside too close to the mini black hole.

the next user is strapped to the bomb, which is sucked to the mini black hole.

The bomb blast is so powerful, it temporarily destabilizes the gravity well of the black hole. My atomic structure (That's about all that was left) is teleported and re-assembled.

 

The next user is the first to test out a new teleportation system, but a malfunction occurs in mid-teleportation and causes a critical portion of your atomic structure to be left out. (like your blood, or your head, heart, etc.)

Fortunately, said teleportation system saves a back-up copy of me in its memory. Upon seeing my mutilated body lying on the floor of the transporter station, they get to work on re-assembling my body. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I am standing intact outside the station, a successful teleporter.

 

The next user happened to be the transporter operator at fault for my near-death experience. When they arrive at home to their small apartment, they discover me, fueled by anger at having been almost killed, standing amidst what is now the wreckage of their home. I take an assault rifle from under my coat, put an entire round of bullets through their skull, and leap out the window, never to be seen again. My identity is never revealed, and the circumstances of their death remain a mystery, eventually forgotten amidst the mists of time.

You had shot the hologram of me, which answers in the event I'm not at home.

 

The next user is a rock in this crusher

Fortunately, it turns out that I was composed of wurtzite boron nitride, with a coating of uraninite on my surface. The crusher stripped off the uraninite, contaminating it with radioactive dust, while my extreme hardness jammed the crushing mechanism, thus stopping the machine.

 

The next user is a piece of talc in the same crusher. Since talc is such a soft mineral, you will be crushed into a fine powder.

however, i am on the same crusher as the @michael238's broken crusher, so i am save.

the next user is smashed to a pillar and when it collapsed, it collapses the entire building. the pillar is on the ground.

As it turns out, I was wearing my helmet. My head is safe. Two of my arms and legs were crushed beyond any attempt to repair them, my sternum crushed, and a lung punctured, but i'm alive. They amputate the crushed arms, and I move across the street from you so I can angrily point my stub at you. The guilt is crippling.

 

The next user has been driven to suicide by my stub pointing.

I decide not to.

The next user is in a football stadium when a plane crashes into it, directly at you.

@greymatter (View Post)

But the plane is a paper plane..

 

 

 

The next user is driving a airplane that is crashing in the ground and the doors are lock.