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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Date: Feb. 22nd, 2010 11:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: Feb. 23rd, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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