Well I guess having a rod attached to your spine sticking out of you back fades the hand thing out of existance. Let’s just say I never heard myself screech before. I still have a barely visible scar on my palm though.
Oh, Sin and Cala, if that was true chicks would find me irrisistable. My back is a frickin’ road map.
I have a thing about mildly hurting myself with semi sharp objects, like pencils and staples. One time, I was confused about a staple gun, and I pressed on the wrong end to see if it worked. Well, I didn’t SEE the staple come out, but I knew what the problem was when I felt the stinging in my hand. There are two little red dots little more than a centimeter apart on my hand now. I also have numerous black dots on my hand from accidental pencil stabbings.
I’ve had a few run-ins with sharp objects… One time, I was messing around in my kitched with a letter opener thingy… I was stabbing a fruit-by-the-foot with it… And I hit my thumb. >> Another time at school, in science class I found a little wire thingy, so I decided to cut it into small pieces with my scissors, well. I somehow cut my hand below my index finger. My last, and most memorable… Would have to be when me and my brother were having a jumping contest… On a glass table. >> Well, it broke, and we got some glass in our feet. Sometimes, I think I should think before acting… :hmm: Pffh. Screw it. :victoly:
Me and sharp objects have had a turbulent relationship. Most of the time they’re nice, shiny and pretty; but then comes the times they’ve decided to be outright cruel: The bastards. Cuts ache. Damn paper. Er, I mean knives.
Originally posted by Sun Demon TD, just curious, but where do you work?
<img src=“http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/tenchimaru/td.gif”> Hotelschool The Hague, as a painter. Entire thing needs renovation. Well, not all of it, but enough of it to make it seem like everything.