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Cleaning a manky tank brush in a glass of ridiculously expensive pink lemonade, situated right beside my water glass.



I raged so hard.

That reminds me of the time I had this can of creaming soda at the shooting range. I can't find this stuff in cans often, so I was about to savour it when I dropped my gun and it went off, popping the can like a dead baby's head.

Much nerdrage followed.

Knocking about 500 points of Dark Elves off a 2-metre high shelf, watching in horror as they crashed to the floor.

On the plus side it was also a catalyst in my stripping and re-paining of the army years later... they look much better now.

big nooooooooooo when id just finished painting my dreadnought and then start glueing it together noking it off the table

paint every were and the horribly thin bottom of the leggs snapping

Woke up to find my heat lamp had fallen over while turned on....

it burnt a huge hole in the carpet and into the materials under that

I was all like "NOOOOOOO!" then I moved some furniture over it so my parents wouldn't notice.

Speaking of lamps, my old lava lamp once spilled over and splattered hot goo all over the carpet. I dried what I could, then placed the PS2 and a dressing-gown over it so my mum didn't notice.

The time when I got shot between the lungs. Oh wait...

/Joke

Seriously though cheese, with your supposed record with firearms, do you think you should handle guns anymore? You sound like a bloody liability.

I probably shouldn't which is why I have to keep it in a safe until shooting night.

Man, I'm only 15. Do you think my mother would let me handle guns gratuitously?

-When Julia died in Cowboy Bebop

What? Julia Dies! Died! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!










But seriously dude, WTF?

Also, when I heard that there was a Twilight prequel being written and that the film did well enough to get a sequel.

Realising that my English Term Paper is due in five hours and I still havn't started it due to my unbelievable levels of procrastination.

When I dropped an expensive Old English Toffee ice-cream on my new very expensive shoes that I saved up for.

Every time someone in my class speaks. They are all morons.

When a van filled with drunk people from the river shows up at my store.



When I spent my last 4 bucks on food for that day and I dropped it into a puddle after mistepping into some mud.

Earlier today when i knocked my almost full pot of "Paladin Gold" paint i mixed up for my marines off my workbench. Luckily i was fast enough to grab it of the floor and close it before i lost too much. And that i why i love GW paint pots.

When my friend dropped my Bloodthirster.

When one of the blades on my clippers snapped off meaning I am currently unable to carry on with any of my modeling projects.

When my parents sold my NES with loads of games, 2 controllers and the lightgun for a fiver!

When my parents sold my mint condition Optimus Prime, in the box - also in perfect condition even including the red bit of plastic used for reading the stats off the box's side. For one pound fifty!

Excommunicate Traitoris wrote:When one of the blades on my clippers snapped off meaning I am currently unable to carry on with any of my modeling projects.

The same, but the clipper end ended up embedded 1cm into my leg.

spartanghost wrote:Earlier today when i knocked my almost full pot of "Paladin Gold" paint i mixed up for my marines off my workbench. Luckily i was fast enough to grab it of the floor and close it before i lost too much. And that i why i love GW paint pots.

I dropped an open bottl of Vallejo on the floor.
Nothing came out.

S'why I love Vallejo (one reason, anyway).

... just don't STEP on 'em after dropping, and you're fine. : )


Eric

There was this time I'd had a fight with my old Teacher, and he'd chopped off all my arms and legs and the Lava burned me and my new mate showed up and put me in this special suit, then told me not only had I got my ass kicked but I'd also killed my secret wife and our unborn twins.

Man, you guys seem to hurt yourselves an inordinate amount.

oggers wrote:Man, you guys seem to hurt yourselves an inordinate amount.

Yeah but pain lets us know we are alive

Mad Doc Grotsnik wrote:There was this time I'd had a fight with my old Teacher, and he'd chopped off all my arms and legs and the Lava burned me and my new mate showed up and put me in this special suit, then told me not only had I got my ass kicked but I'd also killed my secret wife and our unborn twins.

Opened up a wonderful looking Ayinger Dopplebock only to have the bottle foam like crazy onto my bosses floor.

NOOOOOOO

Watching Anakin Skywalker turn into Darth Vader and screaming "NOOOOOO" with his arms flailing like an amusement park Frankenstein was a pretty big "NOOOOO" moment for me. In fact the entire prequels especially the Jar Jar moments were filled with NOOOO moments since Star Wars was basically a religion for me growing up.

Cheese Elemental wrote:I never drank my painting water! I just nearly passed out when I tried mixing blood with red paint for my Khorne army and couldn't stop the bleeding.

Been there, done that. But haven't we all? My thumbs bear the scars of many such slips.

Football practice my freshman year of high school. A really fat kid fell on the side of my knee; tearing my ACL.

Rugby game my senior year of college. Went in low on a prop and slid around his waist; going head-to-head with our prop. Ripped open my left brow, 42 stitches, missed the social in the ER.

In terms of gaming I've never actually cut myself in any meaningful way, or broken anything particularly valuable. Worst that ever happened was accidentally deleting my FF7 save game shortly after acquiring Knights of the Round. Though I guess that's pretty bad.

I was sitting in my LGS, about halfway done with putting a Land Raider together, when I remembered why I went into the LGS with my Land Raider to begin with... I had intended to trade the kit in for the Land Raider Crusader kit...

Ouch.

My Friend's metal Daemon Prince was run over by a truck. The Pro-Painted one. That cost him about $85. Not including shipping. He literally beat the Feth outta the driver.

Getting shot with an arrow. I didn't believeit at first so I pulled it out. (btw that is the worst thing to do as I was later told in the ER) Then blood started gushing out and it started hurting like crap. I screamed things other than nooooooo but I think it still qualifies.


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dogma wrote:.

Rugby game my senior year of college. Went in low on a prop and slid around his waist; going head-to-head with our prop. Ripped open my left brow, 42 stitches, missed the social in the ER.

Ouch. I've had a few Rugby Injuries but nothing major.

Fun Fact: During our past season our fly half played an entire game with a concussion.

Finding out cheese was banned/self imposed exile. I will miss you buddy.