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Here are mine, add your too please.
- When I was about 6 I ran into a playhouse but I was just a bit too tall to get through the doorway and I cut my head open. Ouch.
- Playing rugby I collided with someone and was unconcious for a few seconds. I came round and was helped to the school medical room where they gave me 1 block of ice in a paper towel. I was bleeding all over the place aswell, it was sort of funny until I got concussion.
- Dislocated knee playing rugby. I got tackled around the legs in a rugby tournament in which we were pitted against players up to 4 years older than us. Did they show mercy? Did they heck! My knee was dislocated in a tackle and the coach had to snap it back in place.
- Shattered ring finger. Playing rugby at school I went into a challenge with my arms out to tackle someone but they hit my hand with such force that the bone between the first and second knuckles shattered into 3 pieces. I had to spend 3 days in hospital having a 2 hour operation and 2 metal screws are permenantly in my finger
- This is when I gave up rugby.
So add your injuries to this thread and we can laugh at each others misery, perhaps.
Anymore?
-Fell into ditch full of nettle while on holiday in somerset. Arms and legs covered in stings. Quite painful.
-Was kicked in the back of the head in a fight, had to go to hospital with a concussion.
Im sure ive done more, but those are the main offenders.
> I saw someone fall into a ditch full of nettles and come out covered
> in those white bumps does that count?
I've done worse.
I must have been about seven at the time, out in the fields near my aunt's farm. I was playing down at the river with my brother and cousins, running about and whatnot. a run at full pelt through a field, and stopped halfway, feeling pain in my legs. As I looked around it slowly dawned on me that the whole damn field was full of nettles, and I'd just run barelegged right into the middle of it.
I ran out, the pain overruled by sheer terror. If it wasn't for the cool river, and the abundance of Dock leaves nearby, I would have been in absolute agony. It was pretty damn painful as it was.
> You've contradicted yourself there mate, "I've broken my left arm
> 3 times", "And the fourth.....".
the fourth referring to my right arm
> Yesterday, I woke up at around 9am, and - unknown to me - I had a
> massive, well... use your imagination. And I kinda knocked it on the
> banister in my room. It wasn't damaged or anything... it just hurt,
> that's all; as any boy/man/shemale would agree.
>
> This story is a lot more true than I'd like it to be.
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And I was also mentally scarred by a pervert window cleaner.
> I've broken my left arm 3 times, my right one once, and the little
> finger on my right hand. The first arm was broken when I fell our dog,
> a St Bernard, when I was 2 (I dont remember this). The second one was
> when I fell off a climbing frame, hit my leg on the way down, and
> ironically broke my arm. The third time was when i fell off a pole,
> which i was trying to balance on. And the fourth was when I fell off a
> 20 foot rope swing at my friends house, and woke up (after being
> onconscious)o the floor, in a patch of stinging nettles. And my finger
> was one when I was in goal and my brother kicked a football, which
> landed right on my finger.
You've contradicted yourself there mate, "I've broken my left arm 3 times", "And the fourth.....".
> †HÊ_MÅÐMÃÑ wrote:
> hmm i can imagine it now
>
> If you're emplying that I hurt it whilst spanking ones monkeh then
> please, don't imagine it!
erm yeah about that i kinda drift away from the post and was thinking what DW could stand for then i remember dwight wonderer so it couldnt be
Ooo, it wasn't your finger...what, it was your...OUCH.
> hmm i can imagine it now
If you're emplying that I hurt it whilst spanking ones monkeh then please, don't imagine it!