I'm bored, I'm on my break and I enjoy fantasising about other members of UTA in pain and suffering. I think my reasons speak for themselves, so tell me what the closest you've ever come to actual serious, final death is. The scarier the better. If you have never even nearly died you can get bent; you don't belong in this thread, you boring twot
The closest I ever came to death was: I was using a hedge trimmer in the back garden and it's one of those big chainsaw efforts, but it's one you plug in, so you have this cable swinging around every time you move, and it's inevitable that you're going to cut it if you're not careful, which I totally wasn't (twice in the same day).
Anyway, I cut the thing and the fuse inside the plug blows as a safety precaution, so I had to go inside and get a new one. So I go in and get a box of fuses and I tip them all over the carpet, like an idiot. They are all yellow and the same size, impossible to distinguish from one another.
I open the trimmer and remove the length of cable hanging out of it, since it's now useless; then I have to open the white wall plug and put a new fuse inside to make it work. I pick up any random fuse from the pile on the carpet and put it in, then I screw the plug closed, plug it into the wall and switch it on. I then pick up the other end of the cable, from which there are two bare wires sticking out, and realise I have to cut away the rubber so I can push these wires properly into the connectors inside the trimmer.
So I sit with these two bare wires in one hand while I cut out the rubber with a potato knife, then I fit them into the trimmer, screw the case shut and try to start it. It doesn't work, and that's when I realise that I had removed the blown fuse from the plug when I first came in, put it on the carpet, then dropped all the other fuses on top of it from the box of working ones. They all looked the exact same and it was pure luck that I had picked up the only blown fuse out of the pile of about thirty. I was holding bare fucking wires plugged into a live socket and I still don't know how I managed to pick the 'correct' one from that pile - any other and I would be six feet under
Hope this story brightened up your day
The closest I ever came to death was: I was using a hedge trimmer in the back garden and it's one of those big chainsaw efforts, but it's one you plug in, so you have this cable swinging around every time you move, and it's inevitable that you're going to cut it if you're not careful, which I totally wasn't (twice in the same day).
Anyway, I cut the thing and the fuse inside the plug blows as a safety precaution, so I had to go inside and get a new one. So I go in and get a box of fuses and I tip them all over the carpet, like an idiot. They are all yellow and the same size, impossible to distinguish from one another.
I open the trimmer and remove the length of cable hanging out of it, since it's now useless; then I have to open the white wall plug and put a new fuse inside to make it work. I pick up any random fuse from the pile on the carpet and put it in, then I screw the plug closed, plug it into the wall and switch it on. I then pick up the other end of the cable, from which there are two bare wires sticking out, and realise I have to cut away the rubber so I can push these wires properly into the connectors inside the trimmer.
So I sit with these two bare wires in one hand while I cut out the rubber with a potato knife, then I fit them into the trimmer, screw the case shut and try to start it. It doesn't work, and that's when I realise that I had removed the blown fuse from the plug when I first came in, put it on the carpet, then dropped all the other fuses on top of it from the box of working ones. They all looked the exact same and it was pure luck that I had picked up the only blown fuse out of the pile of about thirty. I was holding bare fucking wires plugged into a live socket and I still don't know how I managed to pick the 'correct' one from that pile - any other and I would be six feet under
Hope this story brightened up your day