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SO!

I have injured myself in about as lamely geektastic a manner as I possibly could! For those of you who are only in it for the schadenfreude, just ignore the cut. For the rest of you though, a little bit of ( backstory )

So, to bring the people who didn't read the cut up to speed, I am playing NetHack, and I tend to bang my hand against things when suddenly frustrated. Good? Good.

I'm the furthest I've gotten thus far in NetHack --all the way down to the seventh level of the dungeon. And I get killed by a monster who I just couldn't run away from, after my good sword and armour were stolen by a nymph. I am, understandably, a little pissed at the game and so when it announces that I have died, I pound my fist quite hard against the desk.

A few minutes later, I notice that my hand is, in fact, bleeding a little bit. I must've scraped it when I hit the desk. That's right folks --I inadvertantly caused myself to bleed due to a computer game.

After I observed that it didn't actually hurt, I did the only logical thing: I started laughing my goddamn ass off.⁷

I am weird sometimes.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: SCD, vintage dance, regency, hell pretty much any non-Oella or Conservatory dancing I've done in the last three years, also Coupling and Heroes and Slings and Arrows, also assorted food network goodness (NTS: get more Kitchen Nightmares), also Kobolds Ate My Baby, also Discordianism (kinda --I think it's Kat's fault that I wanted to read the Principa, but it wound up being his copy that I read), also The Zombie Game when it was online...I mean, that man is *dangerous* to my time, but since pretty much anything and everything he drags me into is incredibly fun, I tend to go ahead and let him.

2: I'm really not kidding here. V is awesome. While I mostly totally like myself, pretty much all the things I want to change about myself are things that involve being more like her.

3: It was an accident! I was moving too fast, just sort of holding down the movement key and I crashed into the pony and killed it in two hits! It didn't stand a chance! I AM SORRY PONY, I AM SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, FOR I LOVE YOU SO!⁴

4: It should probably be noted that the real life me is actually quite indifferent to ponies --I probably wouldn't like them much if I met them, being as they tend to be too small for even me to ride, and are mammals. (I am not a huge animal fan, and especially not mammals. At least they are not small mammals though, as it seems the bigger the mammal, the more I like it). However, fictional!Sor, who, let's face it, is pretty much a direct author avatar with less of a block against hurting idiots, really really *really* likes ponies. A lot. A loooot. See this story for a good example of her deep and abiding love for ponies.⁵

5: It should also be noticed that she HAS a pony now. His full name is Lazarus Epomine El Salvador Damascus Swingson, (though I just call him Lazarus most of the time) and he is the Best Pony Ever. Evvvvver!

6: It is hilarious⁷ when someone beeps me, because I will flinch away, and about two thirds of the time, smack my own leg, quite hard. This is because I'm an idiot. No, this is not an incentive to beep me more often, yes I am talking to you, dad.

7: Self-schadenfreude or something. I find it really quite hilarious when I accidentally do something stupid and cause myself pain. Tripping down a staircase is a prime example for this. Dumping ice water in my lap would work too. Again, I am kind of weird sometimes.⁸

8: FOOTNOTE ORGY WOO!