Neither of these things is like the other.
More weird people-faced deer!

These are two of the sweetest characters and players I've met in the game. Just as cool OOC as IC.
In other news, I did terrible things to my pinky finger today, on the fridge door. This is only one in a long history of mildly embarrassing and bizarrely obtained injuries. I carry and frequently use a pocket knife. I play with swords, for freak's sake, and I've injured myself on some kind of blade, in the history of my life that I can recall, twice. On the other hand, I've embedded the splinter of doom into my hand from a varnished banister railing, given myself bleeding gashes on the edges of counter and table tops, and once I even gave myself a nasty cut on corrugated cardboard. It's the non-sharp objects I've gotta look out for.
I opened the fridge, and a box of leftover fried chicken started to slide out, so I lunged to catch it. I rolled a critical failure, and jammed my pinky finger on the inside of the door somehow, badly enough that I made a sound Bridgie said counts as a scream. I never scream! My voice doesn't even go that high. I felt pretty stupid, except then my finger started immediately swelling. A package of frozen vegetables later, it's only slightly swollen, doesn't hurt much unless I bump it, and it moves okay which I assume means nothing's broken. I dunno.
Stupid fridge.
I keep meaning to play the refrigerator-shaped god of guilt from the Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul in DM, I even have icons ready. Maybe this is some kind of cosmic impetus.

These are two of the sweetest characters and players I've met in the game. Just as cool OOC as IC.
In other news, I did terrible things to my pinky finger today, on the fridge door. This is only one in a long history of mildly embarrassing and bizarrely obtained injuries. I carry and frequently use a pocket knife. I play with swords, for freak's sake, and I've injured myself on some kind of blade, in the history of my life that I can recall, twice. On the other hand, I've embedded the splinter of doom into my hand from a varnished banister railing, given myself bleeding gashes on the edges of counter and table tops, and once I even gave myself a nasty cut on corrugated cardboard. It's the non-sharp objects I've gotta look out for.
I opened the fridge, and a box of leftover fried chicken started to slide out, so I lunged to catch it. I rolled a critical failure, and jammed my pinky finger on the inside of the door somehow, badly enough that I made a sound Bridgie said counts as a scream. I never scream! My voice doesn't even go that high. I felt pretty stupid, except then my finger started immediately swelling. A package of frozen vegetables later, it's only slightly swollen, doesn't hurt much unless I bump it, and it moves okay which I assume means nothing's broken. I dunno.
Stupid fridge.
I keep meaning to play the refrigerator-shaped god of guilt from the Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul in DM, I even have icons ready. Maybe this is some kind of cosmic impetus.
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D: The finger thing sounds bad. I've slammed my toes in a door before, but they were all okay. Did I tell you about the time I fell from a ginourmous fort? Yeah. I can sympathize with the embarrassing accidental injuries.
... *snrk* Oh lord. Poor Dirk.
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I had a possible hairline fracture in one arm from a customer at the cleaner's slamming the door on it... Yergh. My finger still hurts and it's freaking Bridgie out for reasons I can't quite fathom.
Not to torment Dirk specifically, just to whammy everyone who comes near with guilt.
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Ooh, a sort of LOL, then? :D Shiny.
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Sort of an LOL, maybe, along the lines of the soda vending machine. I wouldn't recommend eating anything out of the fridge. I'll have to think about it but DM seems so quiet these days, it's really sad.
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I'm a guy! It's just a sprain. I'll walk it off. *macho grunt*