Sam The Man wrote:But for some reason, the person kneeling started to stand up while I was falling over and making contact with him. This resulted in my feet being in the air, and me landing all my weight on my lower neck, in the middle of your shoulders. Because of this, I some how tore a muscle in my back near my kidneys. This is the worst injury I've had, because it hurt to move my neck, shoulders, back, legs. Every single everyday activity was made extremely hard because of my injury for about 2 or more weeks. It even hurt to piss or take a crap
Sam The Man wrote:When I was finally ready to play basketball again, in the last 5 seconds of a match, I shot a 3pointer, and the defender did a Bruce Bowen on me, by putting their feet under my landing area, and a sprained the same ankle again
cyanide wrote:One time I went camping with a bunch of friends. It was midnight and we all went to sleep in our tents. It was dark, no lights around except for the moon, and crickets chirping until... a loud chainsaw started buzzing into one of the tents. Screams ensued. I had a flashlight by my side. I quickly popped out to see what all the commotion was, and there stood a huge disfigured man all covered in blood, holding a roaring chainsaw. I watched him behead two of my camper friends before turning in my direction. I dropped my flashlight and ran as fast as I could.
I ran through the thicks of the forest, and I could still hear loud buzzing directly behind me. The dude was fast. He took one swipe and slashed my back. I screamed but kept running. My back felt wet. Soon, I found myself in an open field, and the moon cast a light on a barn ahead of me. I went in that direction and sprinted as hard as I could. I reached for the barn door handle and pulled. That gave the crazy guy the opportunity to make his attack. The chainsaw went right into my shoulder and sliced me down all the way to my torso. I fell into the barn, and bled profusely.
I was lying on my back, watching the silhouette of this fucking nuts guy walk in, and instantly, a long rod popped up into his direction, he slipped forwards, and this rod went right into his eye socket and through his brain. He fell back and the running chainsaw fell right on him, slicing his innards into a million little pieces. He stepped on a rake.
I padded my upper body with hay to absorb the blood, and dialed 911 until paramedics arrived. I was lucky to be alive, but I'll have to live with this scar, physically and psychologically, for the rest of my life.
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