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Apparently according to the SCA a quarterstaff is much more lethal than say, a sword.

I guess its the vary angles and degree of power associated with them, as well as the stabbing power associated witht he often underestimated tip. Man has been fighting with sticks and stones for over thousands of years, they're not mere toys to be trifled with.

But I disgress, I'm glad you only suffered a concussion and nothing more severe. We wouldn't want to split that pretty little noggin now would we?

*blinks at Oob and then slowly skitters behind KB*

For some reason, this feels reversed xd

But biting is good <3

It's the idea of having my thigh used to beat Reiko or something like that-- that makes me cautious ^_^ heart

When I'm...

"In the mood."

And...


"Doing the Horizontal Tango."

... I'm aggressive. I bite. I suck. I scruff. But, you have to understand, I'm a hombre who hungers to fight and has no outlet to do so. Josh told me to punch a tree, so I did. I wrapped my fist in an Ace-wrap, and after Five Hits I was done. Damn the trees for being so hard. D:

*backread, responds*

I outdo you on two reverse scales. I got cracked in the head in which I blacked out, but remained conscious for about three hours. I went to the hospital briefly, was told they couldn't do s**t about it, and was sent home. About five hours later, I asked my mother to take me to the ER, as my head had not yet stopped bleeding, and a second opinion told us that they could, infact, stitch up my head. I was pissed.

Chronological order:

Playing Football! Woo, I've got the ball! I'M RUNNIN, I'M RUNNIN! I'M HITTING A BASKETBALL POLE OH SHI- CONCRETE FLOOR.

Everyone rushes to check on me. I suck in a deep breath and upon exhale loudly produce the F-word. Am chastised by teachers, Best school-bud tells them that he thinks it's okay, given the situation and the obvious head trauma.

Mother is called, Ambulance is called. Ambulance is turned down, I'm okay enough for my mother to take me.

My mother takes me. Blank window of unexplained stuff that happened at the hospital.

After the hospital, we apparently went to Wendy's. My brain begins recording again. I'm crying, I ask where I am, What happened, et cetera. My brother goes 'Oh not this again.' While my mom tells him, quietly, to shut up and then proceeds to talk me down. I freak out when I ask if I've ordered anything, and apparently I've ordered a chicken sandwich or some kind.

We go home. Food is put in fridge. I'm not really hungry. I observe my wound via Webcam. Blood is running down behind my ear, and down my chest. My brother mentions that he "Has to go home." And I once again, freak out. I hyperventilate, telling my brother that he is home, and that he doesn't have to leave. I don't remember the fact that my brother has moved out for the first time. I stop hyperventilating. My arm tingles, my mom worries because that's a sign of severe hyperventilating. She asks me to lay down. I don't wanna get my sheets bloody. I chillax in a chair.

I eventually Eat(Crying srsly builds an appetite.), Go to the ER as mentioned, Devastate a nurses hand while some cocksucker who apparently thinks he can stitch up my head stitches up my head. It feels like when you chew on gristle, except I'm eating nothing and it's on the side of my head.

I sleep. For about three days. Waking rarely, and only doing so to utilize the bathrooms, eat, and drink.

I return to school. Life continues.

End Chronological Time Order.

But yeah, I still can't remember about a week of my life. Sometimes when I actually sit and try to remember, I cry. :/

My head is very resilient though. I often headbutt my brother when he b***h-manuevers me and walks away when I'm talking to him. He has a bad back, so I haven't done it of late.

Btw, Sierra...

Nexxus Vs Kimiho? Wanna continue or hold off until later today?

EDIT: Elaborated, And deciding to hold off until later. Actually kind of tired. D: Sry.

blah, blah, blah....*curls up under the couch* evil