goose_ooc | OOC CHATTER POST #7

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OOC CHATTER POST #7

This brand new chatter post doubles as the OOC chatter section of PART 2 of the Veritaserum meme. Links incoming, you needy, needy children.

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one of these is "making a rope out of grass" and i am being totally unironic when i say it's unbelievably cool, i am starting to see the point of a pocket knife

is this a serious answer because that was a serious question D:

i cannot believe he hasn't told this story before it's his showstopper

please inform him we ar eon the edge of our seats, and yes i'm taking the liberty of speaking for the ENTIRE PLAYERBASE OF THIS GAME when i say that

first of all, i've definitely told it but anyway here we go

oh my GOD cam :(

Edited (i'm sorry about your hand???????) 2017-09-03 08:07 (UTC)

don't be sorry it grew back

i mean i'm glad to hear that but hand violence VISCERALLY UPSETS ME

this might not be the story for you

ok this is my cue to go to bed :( goodnight ilu all

good night marin

maybe i should follow suit, i came back bc i couldn't sleep (and thankfully y'all were shitposting) but i should try that sleep thing again

Edited (good night rest of you) 2017-09-03 08:13 (UTC)

Re: unlocking the SECRET to playing a non-american english speaker

nothalfplaid - 2017-09-03 08:14 (UTC) - Expand

Re: unlocking the SECRET to playing a non-american english speaker

sunsoutgunsout - 2017-09-03 08:15 (UTC) - Expand

Re: unlocking the SECRET to playing a non-american english speaker

nothalfplaid - 2017-09-03 08:16 (UTC) - Expand

that's good news i wouldn't want cam to lose the national thumb wars championship

Edited (AGAIN.) 2017-09-03 08:12 (UTC)

okay, maybe i HAVEN'T told it????

when i was 8 or 9 years old, i was (don't act too shocked) pretty into harry potter. i wanted to be a wizard, which meant that obviously, i needed a wand. no wand shops in my stupid 'hood, though. what was a kid to do? obviously, the only solution was to steal a block of hardwood and my father's exacto knife. it went about as well as you might expect.

MARIN WARNING STOP READING HERE

i was carving away and because i was a dipshit baby, i had my left hand braced upstroke of my knife. my hand slipped, and i took out a ....... pretty gnarly chunk of my left thumb. anything covered by my thumbnail? gone. you could see the bone a bit, to give you a sense of the injury.

i yelled for my pops and he came running. saw my thumb tip on his knife and his bloody, hollering child. ... and then he reminded me that we were about to leave for the beach.

my dad gave me four year old painkillers from when my mother was last in labour, put me in the car, and then drove 40 mins to the seaside. i had to stand on the road with my arm above my head while my family frolicked in the sand. i showed my war wound off to every child at school, and we were all very astonished to see that the flesh grew back from the inside out and that it looked kind of wrinkly, like a little brain.

this was not actually the last time i whittled because i have never learned a single lesson in my life.

Edited (lotta typos in this) 2017-09-03 08:19 (UTC)