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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sialia" data-source="post: 604662" data-attributes="member: 1025">Ok. So, we were playing an Al Qadim game at Kidchthulu and Piratecat’s old place. Before they moved into the Werehouse. Bandeeto was GMing.My character had just done something that had gotten her into a lot of trouble with her Guildmaster, and I thought it would be a swell idea to prostrate myself before him and beg for mercy. And while we weren’t LARPing, we had been moving about the house a bit, and I happened to be standing on the kitchen floor at the moment I made this fateful decision.The slippery kitchen floor. In my sock feet.Which, predictably, slid out from under me at the moment that my face was parallel to the floor.I cannot begin to describe the sensation of having the full weight of my head push my nose to the linoleum in free fall, but suffice to say, I wound up looking like a raccoon with two enormous shiners.The worst part of this (apart from having Kidcthulhu and Sagiro and Piratecat and my beloved Bandeeto laughing themselves almost to asphyxia at my pain) was that when I sheepishly showed up to work the next day and was unwilling to tell anybody there how I had gotten the black eyes apart from “I tripped,” the whole office started gossiping that my finance (Bandeeto) was beating me. I mean, can you imagine telling them, “no no, I was kowtowing to him . . . it was all my own fault . . . should have gotten the orders right in the first place  . . .”  Sometimes, there’s just nothing you can say.But that’s not a touch on the time Kidcthulhu fireballed her eyebrows off in that kitchen . . .</blockquote>

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