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especially if you make a big deal of making a lot of sound running away at first then creep back and hide silently while they still have their eyes closed
Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
*Cinema Sins ding*
it is SO satisfying hiding in plain sight
I remember doing hide and seek at a summer camp in the forest when I was young, I realized I had a dark green sweatshirt on, so I just stood still among some bushes in plain sight of the seekers while they counted, I was never found
My senior year of college, my best friend (and roommate) dropped out halfway through the year and moved back home. He only lived like an hour away though, so he'd come back pretty much every weekend to hang out, and he still had keys to our on campus apartment and all that.
Anyways, one weekend he got in while myself and any other roommates were still in class or otherwise out of the house, and decided to crawl fully inside our broken ass dorm couch. I guess once he got in there he got on the wifi on his phone (the smartphone timeline might not quite line up here, so maybe his iPod touch) and just hung out - I think I had a conversation with him even, not realizing he was already on campus. He didn't reveal himself for hours, and only eventually did when several people were in the apartment, making plans and even like, talking about how we needed to wait for him to show up before we could head back out, and someone finally sat down on the couch and he could wrap his arms around them.
If you're a shit enough person, nobody even bothers looking for you.
~Hide and Seek champion, years 1986-present
that was a fun night at the er
It's still a little swollen!
The way flint-lock muskets work is that the flint strikes a piece of steel to create sparks to ignite the gunpowder. It literally scrapes away the steel to create the sparks, so in addition to flint being hard, it has to be very sharp.
These happened to be brand new muskets with a brand new flint. It was extremely sharp. It's the only time in my life I've a) gotten dizzy from blood loss and b) required stitches.
Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
That would be painful spider knives are sharp as fuck
I once dropped a wine glass on the floor and stepped on one of the biggest pieces I missed somehow. It went into my big toe from the side near the nail bed. It bled like a fucker but I didn't go to the ER I just applied pressure until it stopped
Tried to walk it off for about 20 dizzy minutes (I was on nights) but it wouldn't stop bleeding and I knew I couldn't pass it by day shift. So I ended up getting sent to the ER and having three staples slapped in with no local.
Fun night. Got back to work and finished the shift over production.
Possibly the worst incident I've had though... umm, not sure how much I should share on the forums, but in politest terms
Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
Steam ID - VeldrinD
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had to meander through central park, blind, covered in blood, and got a halal cart guy to call an ambulance for me
60 stitches (two layers, very tight stitches) and a cool bond villain scar through my eyebrow
we also talk about other random shit and clown upon each other
Now, slightly further to the left of that pole was more big, metal swingset.
Assuming you're picturing what happened correctly, you won't be very surprised to hear that a bolt decided to punch a dime-sized hole in me.
Worst part about it was that somehow it was on the back of my knee? So while I wasn't really having as much pain or bleeding as expected from said puncture, local anesthetics just straight up weren't working for the subsequent stitches.
And that's where I remember all the pain from this incident. Holy shit, that was not fun.
Oh, absolutely. The full-pain stitches themselves were no joke, either.
it wasn't a big knife, like, a paring knife, and it just slid along my upper back fat, but when they showed it to me, I passed out.
that's probably my biggest injury. I've broken my nose a couple times, and a leg, but those were inconvenient more than anything.
I got a boxer's fracture on my right hand and I can't close my pinkie all the way.
edit: oh, scars and several gang burns on my arm because I was drunk and deeply unwell.
didn't take.
Once we were almost at the bottom of the hill when my cousin bailed right in front of me. While he was rolling to a stop, I ran directly into him and my board stayed behind while I continued down the hill.
I did not roll to a stop. I supermanned for a while until my trajectory intersected with the asphalt, then I skidded on my head, shoulder, and hip bone until friction brought me to a halt. I distinctly remember the feeling of my skull scraping the pavement and thinking "I better get up before this starts hurting or I'm not going to get up." And so when I stopped I immediately sprang to my feet, the pain hit me, and I yelled "FUCK" louder than I ever had before or since.
But of course we were marching at a football game in a neighboring town that evening, so I applied some liquid bandaid to the fist-sized abrasion where my jeans and shirt had parted ways and got on the bus. The bass drum harness was not extremely great.
One of the chaperones was an EMT, so I had her check my pupils for signs of a concussion. She said to go to the hospital if I started pissing blood, but otherwise there wasn't much I could do except keep everything clean and stop putting a bass drum directly on the wounds.
Fifteen years later, a weird pimple on my forearm turned out to be a little chunk of asphalt working its way out.
Fortunately never in the US, where I do not trust the medical system.
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Switch Friend Code: SW-7437-1538-7786
Calling the Superhero Monitoring Project with both phones
I've got a small scar, but you can't see it because of my beard.
Had to go and get a tetanus booster and avoid the lake for a couple of days
I've also had a dinghy capsize onto me and somebody else's boom whang me in the head when they went into an uncontrolled gybe right next to me
Basically, don't sail, people: shit's dangerous
She just kinda packed it with gauze and wrapped it up and it looks fine now, thirty years later, so...