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In some way, this makes my few memories ironically all the more horrific for their blessed ambiguity.I’m having nightmares with a horribly logical, plausible edge, and just plain scared of stuff I don’t even remember.Maybe I’m just scared I will remember.

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I was out cold for all this, of course (another thing for which I know I should be thankful).In fact, I was in and out of consciousness most of the night.The closest thing I remember to the accident itself is being gurneyed into an ambulance wondering how the hell I got there, listening to the EMT speak of “one 18-year-old female survivor” on his radio and, convinced (in my delirium) by this that no one else had made it, losing consciousness again.Īt my own stupid request, however, my sister, my friend, my mother (who was on the scene in a heartbeat) and a couple of really, really amazing doctors have filled me in on everything else, including all sorts of electrodes, tubes, ambulances, CAT scans, and other scary, yucky hospital-related things – plus a LOT of blood (and the aforementioned skull-baring).All of these people (even, notably, the doctor who saw me wheeled in) were pretty traumatized by the sheer gore and horror of it all, and in the days since I’ve had a lot of people burst into tears at the sight of me. I was in the backseat, however (seatbelted, thank God).Incidentally, so was a block of wood about 8x10x1.5 inches, with very nice, sharp edges (I don’t know what it was doing there…).Although I have no conscious memory of the impact (or most of the incidents surrounding it), I’m told that this sucker is responsible for some pretty formidable gashes to my face – the nastiest of which tore a sizable hole in my forehead that, in some places, exposed the skull.

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What did happen is still kind of raking me over the coals, and I haven’t really figured out how to calm down from it.See, my friend was driving and my sister riding shotgun in what had been (God rest it) a pretty nice car, so of course they both had airbags.A few bruises and things aside, they both walked away. I just came out of a car accident that did a real number on me.Mercifully I suffered no debilitating spinal cord injuries, no freak amputations, and no ostensible brain damage, and for this I know I should show a little more gratitude than I’ve been able to muster. Please, don't put on an accent if it's not directly related to you/your background.This is going to sound bathetic, drawn-out and yucky.Bear with me. Voice type: mid, a bit nasal, cheerful and flamboyant.Īccent: Any accent welcome, but I'm picturing a bit of a southern aged queen to him. I'm not the queer identity police-if you feel that describes you, go ahead! (sincerely) 'Don't be a stranger, lad! Say hi the next time we beat ya!' (about his love life) 'If they can't even wrestle a knife outta my hands, I wants nothing to do with them!'ģ. (Cackling) 'If I'd known you were going to turn out like this, I woulda cut ya some slack!'Ģ. he is exactly the same person, but lamenting his lack of a man to love, as the stable dating pool is not very large for a ruffian.ġ. Description: Tohkme is the very essence of 'stab first, ask later,' a policy that has severely increased his revenue since he first established it a short while after arriving to Slander District.ĭeep down, however.

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