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Post by thatstoomuchfestivity on Jan 9, 2015 2:06:57 GMT
Not even a month later, that European mother fucker breaks his arm. Undoubtedly rough-housing with dfh as they were constantly checking each other into the boards (sides of the wagon) even when I was hollering at them to stop. Also the accuracy is astounding. Actually happens irl, true story. |
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Post by sos on Jan 9, 2015 2:42:05 GMT
Not even a month later, that European mother fucker breaks his arm. Undoubtedly rough-housing with dfh as they were constantly checking each other into the boards (sides of the wagon) even when I was hollering at them to stop. Also the accuracy is astounding. Actually happens irl, true story.You broke an arm while joke checking someone into the boards? If this is true then I'm declaring myself to be a fortune teller of some sort. |
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Post by thatstoomuchfestivity on Jan 9, 2015 2:49:13 GMT
Also the accuracy is astounding. Actually happens irl, true story.You broke an arm while joke checking someone into the boards? If this is true then I'm declaring myself to be a fortune teller of some sort. Have bruised it a few times, but I was referencing more of the roughhouse bodychecking thing. It's almost an ingrained habit at this point. |
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Post by sos on Jan 9, 2015 3:05:39 GMT
You broke an arm while joke checking someone into the boards? If this is true then I'm declaring myself to be a fortune teller of some sort. Have bruised it a few times, but I was referencing more of the roughhouse bodychecking thing. It's almost an ingrained habit at this point. Ah, I know exactly what you mean. I've got the same deal with pitching. A lot of the times when I'm standing and don't have anything to do I'll just almost subconsciously start a delivery out of the stretch, sometimes even full wind up. Ingrained habit is dead on. |
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Post by thatstoomuchfestivity on Jan 9, 2015 4:53:24 GMT
Have bruised it a few times, but I was referencing more of the roughhouse bodychecking thing. It's almost an ingrained habit at this point. Ah, I know exactly what you mean. I've got the same deal with pitching. A lot of the times when I'm standing and don't have anything to do I'll just almost subconsciously start a delivery out of the stretch, sometimes even full wind up. Ingrained habit is dead on.  (This to compensate for the fact that I fucked up my shoulder and haven't been able to throw a baseball properly for the past 5 months) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 6:14:20 GMT
I decided to play a game for old time's sake. I loved this when I was a kid. Started off as a Blacksmith, because who doesn't love hammering metal into different shapes. Decided to go West with sos, as thanks for reintroducing me to this beauty, and my other three bros Brotato, Bio, and Harp. Hopes of reaching Oregon without trouble were dashed at the Kansas River. Yes, at the very first river. We forded it, seeing as it was only 6 feet deep. sos and Harp drowned before even really beginning the journey. Things were going well from then on until we got to the middle of the map. Brotato got dysentery, but recovered. Shortly thereafter he got typhoid, and Bio got dysentery so I can only assume they were swapping diseases behind my back. Then Bio got bitten by a rattlesnake, and after Brotato recovered from his typhoid he contracted another bout of dysentery. Dude must love his bloody shits. This continued until, finally, Brotato got sick and died, leaving only Bio and myself to spread America to the West. Eventually, after rafting down the river like a boss, Bio and I arrived in Oregon together and became life partners after surviving the ordeal of the trail when so many others didn't. Until the Civil War broke out, in which case I assume we killed each other over conflicting loyalties making the entire expedition pointless. Goddammit, Rock. You're not supposed to ford a river taller than the oxen. Fording it means wading through. |
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Post by Rock114 on Jan 9, 2015 6:18:28 GMT
I decided to play a game for old time's sake. I loved this when I was a kid. Started off as a Blacksmith, because who doesn't love hammering metal into different shapes. Decided to go West with sos, as thanks for reintroducing me to this beauty, and my other three bros Brotato, Bio, and Harp. Hopes of reaching Oregon without trouble were dashed at the Kansas River. Yes, at the very first river. We forded it, seeing as it was only 6 feet deep. sos and Harp drowned before even really beginning the journey. Things were going well from then on until we got to the middle of the map. Brotato got dysentery, but recovered. Shortly thereafter he got typhoid, and Bio got dysentery so I can only assume they were swapping diseases behind my back. Then Bio got bitten by a rattlesnake, and after Brotato recovered from his typhoid he contracted another bout of dysentery. Dude must love his bloody shits. This continued until, finally, Brotato got sick and died, leaving only Bio and myself to spread America to the West. Eventually, after rafting down the river like a boss, Bio and I arrived in Oregon together and became life partners after surviving the ordeal of the trail when so many others didn't. Until the Civil War broke out, in which case I assume we killed each other over conflicting loyalties making the entire expedition pointless. Goddammit, Rock. You're not supposed to ford a river taller than the oxen. Fording it means wading through. Maybe if someone had known how to swim he wouldn't be at the bottom of the Kansas River right now. In seriousness it's been over a decade since I played. I forgot the general rules for keeping people alive, which is why only Bio and I made it to Oregon. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 6:46:18 GMT
Well I'm playing it right now, and the only trouble that myself, you, TKA, Crack, and my Mind Twin have had is one time, TKA broke his arm for like a month, and Crackman got the measles right in the middle of the desert. We spent a good portion of June waiting for his lame ass to get better. TKA, too. Though one time, I did almost forget to rest every once in a while, and everyone was in poor health, along with TKA's arm.
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Post by sos on Aug 29, 2018 2:35:03 GMT
Little did any of us know what was on the horizon. Huh. Awfully quiet. I wonder why that is? Wait. Has anyone seen crackman? He's been like a ghost lately? It's been nice, right? He's really turned it around. Used to be the bane of our health-relative existence now h--  THREE BROKEN ARMS. MOTHER FUCKING THREE BROKEN ARMS. HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? TWO BROKEN ARMS IN THREE DAYS. THREE BROKEN ARMS IN A WEEK. CRACKMAN. WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING? The only explanation is that our dear crackman is suffering from osteoporosis at age whatever he is. Look at how onimous that "heavy fog" is. It's like one big, foreshadowing, symbolic gypsy. September 17th. Heavy fog. Boom. Cracked crackman. September 24th. Heavy fog. Boom. Crackman cracks a non-existence, spectral upper-body appendage. Take a look at the screenshot again. Can you feel how helpless I was feeling just by looking at it? The fuckin' guy breaks his arm. Before I can even strategize on what to do, he breaks his other arm. I'm in a bind. I need to keep moving since we're coming up on October. I give him two days. He thanks me by being reckless and breaking an arm he doesn't have. CRACKMAN BREAKS HIS ARMS FOUR TIMES IN SIX MONTHS. I sit by his side and spoon-feed him his soup every time. How does he thank me?  HE DIES FROM A RANDOM SICKNESS!!!!! Oh, don't mind him and his broken arms, finna just drop dead cuz i sick. R.I.P. crackman. May you meet God with open arms and have him supplement you with a big Red Wings foam finger. You two can discuss why there will never be another Steve Yzerman. Randomly rediscovered this thread and this might be one of my favorite things to have happened ever. |
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