cheers guys! i know its a good story and all, but my intention wasn't to hog the show but to demonstrate the consequences of my own arrogance and stupidity.

@Sir Spec, I'll give you a few options for requests!

1. watching someone get decapitated
2. getting kidnapped by a transsexual
3. getting stuck in a sewer for three days
4. arrested by Czech State Security Police
5. driving into a river in fog (on Xmas eve)
6. blowing up a 37mm Oerlikon cannon
7. getting shot with a plastic bullet round

create a new thread for the one u want to read and i'll gladly tell all! suitably edited for the protection of minors, of course

Edited by - Tawakalna on 27-10-2003 21:55:54

@RILMS, well... it started on chinese new year.. (we celebrate, at least did back then) we were lighting the last of our fireworks and i had the honour of doing away with the last one... to cut a long story short, my dad insisted on me lighting the fuse with a lighter (cigarette lighter) but my mum kept saying its better to use one of those praying stick thingos. they burn the fuse slower. anyways, the lighter got to me first so i used that one. i go to balcony, and light.

i walk back in, thinking you couldn't hear the explosion if you were too near and i thought it had blown like 2 meters from me (2 metres down) so i walk back in but my parents seemed to be in some mild shock thing.

the next thing i know ther's a really horrible ringing in my ears and my brain feels as if it got fried up. my other half of my brain, which was further away from the blast (left one) figured that something must have gone wrong and (you know how left connects with right) instruced the right hand which was holding the explosive to come into view.


the next thing i see is this bloody hand... maybe not bloody.. most of it was charred black. the red was at the fingertips which i used to hold the explosive. three fingers, thumb, index, and middle finger. casualties:
thumb was swollen to twice its usual size, and really bright red, and index finger was slit down the middle (only the tip segment). the middle finger was split into three (also at the tip segment) as in like pizza you know.. but into three slices instead of 8. so it hurt. i coudln't hear anything and both my ears were actually ringing but the right one was far worse.

took me like an entire month to get a normal looking hand.

Ouch....And what did we learn from this?

Life: No one gets out alive.

I don't quite understand this part:

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i walk back in, thinking you couldn't hear the explosion if you were too near and i thought it had blown like 2 meters from me (2 metres down) so i walk back in but my parents seemed to be in some mild shock thing.

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Couldn't hear if you were too near? It was in your hand and you thought it had been 2 meters from you?

I don't understand what you are describing.


Sir Spectre


Like Master Yoda's speak, Olde English is, yes? Hehmmmmhaha!
-- From the play "Zlothello"

Last Year I was on a Pub Crawl with the Sci-Fi Society of my University and after about 9 Pints, I decieded to go home, but alone the way I puking up and so I phoned home and got my dad to pick me up, and then on the way home in the car I puking up out of the Window

"A TopGun through and through"

grr, I never get any of these cool diseases
if this topic moves on to injuries though I've got plenty to share, i swear I'm one of the most accident prone people in the world, 2nd only to me dad

@Recuscant, tell us some. Kimk has already brought up injuries.


Sir Spectre


Like Master Yoda's speak, Olde English is, yes? Hehmmmmhaha!
-- From the play "Zlothello"

Lets see. I broke a finger playing basketball, then proceeded to go to rugby practice with the broken finger, that royally screwed that one up.
There was the broken rib from a mountain bike crash.
The crushed Epiphises (sp?) of my left shoulder from another mountain bike crash. I have a bunch of scars (mostly from rugby and moutain biking), the most recent decent one was from sharp rugby studs gouging my thigh. I've also been attacked with a soldering iron before leaving a funny blemish on my finger. I've fallen out of trees god knows how many times (that cleared my fear of heights believe it or not ). Last week I quite badly injured my neck in rugby causing me to briefly lose control of my legs and collapse, scaring the bejesus out of me.
I should probably take up safer sports than judo, moutain biking and rugby but I'd probably injure myself another way. I blame my dad for passing on a genetic disposition for accidents, he's miles worse off than me after a major car crash, rock climbing incidents, army injuries and most recently being run down by a bike courier in London

'kin hell Rec, is there any part of u that isn't damaged?

his ego mayhap?

"What? Another girl! Tell me my boy. *whispers* what have you been doing?" - Tobias

Hell...lifes given it tough to me...

Ive had some major problems....I was born with some real mean eye problems, and a tendancy for migraines...
Ive needed operations on my eyes for cataract removeal, and Im probably about to have my second bout of laser treatment...arnt I lucky...

Its also cuased many other problems...but I wont go there....
.....man...lifes a *****...

Touch me and die..no thats not a threat, its an invatation...

@Taw, funny thing is, I'm only just about 18! I'm not sure about making it past 30 to be honest

since we are onto injuries now...
I have over 40 different scars on my body. Ive had sitches at least 15 times... One kidney surgery from a kinked ureter and one should surgery since i blew it ski racing last year. I dunno it just seems like im always covered in blood at the ER. Its scarry i actually know most of the nurses and doctors in the ER by first name now.
My favorite one though was when i was playing hide and go seek for some stupid reason a few years ago and ran into a walk in closet that had an overhang in it. I hit my head on the overhang and kept going didnt rlly think much about it. I went back outside of the closet and couldnt understand why my face was so covered in sweat so i wiped it off and kina glanced at my hand and realized it was covered in blood... Long story short, i ened up with 12 stiches.
Ooo... then this summer i almost severed my pinky on a barbed wire fence... That wasnt pretty.

Forgot to mention that im only 18

"This doesnt taste like water..."

Edited by - snipy901 on 27-10-2003 21:55:35

Edited by - snipy901 on 27-10-2003 21:56:03

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I have an painful story for you guys.

It was the January of 1998. The Ice Storm. I was shovling the driveway with one of those big push shovle thingys. When I hit a bridge of snow. The bar goes right into my groin. It was painful, but no too much. I was fine.

So, I go to bed, only to be awoken at 5am. I was in large amounts of pain. The pain is comming from my groin. I check, and one of my testies has grown about twice it's size.

So, I get up and knock on my mom's door. She askes me whats wrong. I tell her I'm in large amounts of pain.

So, my mom checks me out, and then we go to the hospital. We wait for 2 hours for the doc to show up.

In the meantime, I'm walking, sitting, doing something to distract me from the pain.

So, the doc shows up. He examans me and then informs me it's time for traction.

So, I lay down on the cold metal table. I feel his hand clench my swollen testie. And then, he pulls it. My hands chench the table, my eyes water with tears.

I look to my mother for help, but no help came. Evantualy, after what seamed like an eternaity but was only seconds, the doctor stoped.

It had gone back to normal. But every so often, it twists itself and I have to fix it myself.

Life: No one gets out alive.