Hmm...
Probably the scar I got when I was 6, when I was at my grandparent's house, which had a long driveway directly next to one of the walls of the house. Said wall was covered in hideous rock...protuberances..I guess would be the best way of saying it. Basically, it was a wall with big rocks sticking out of it.
One day, I see my brother kneeling on a skateboard and going really fast down that driveway, so I tried it and found out that I have no skateboard skills, as I could barely get over walking speeds.
My brother, being a kind soul, generously offered to push me as fast as possible. Of course, he had no control of the board, it was all on me. And I screwed that up. I pressed on of the sides of the board which leads me veering into the wall, chin first into one of the rocks.
Being a kid, which gives a human a +15 bonus to fall resistance, I got up like nothing happened, only to see my brother panicking, and running screaming to get my grandma.
It was the first and only time I saw her run, and she picked me up, ran to the kitchen and started first aid stuff. I still had no idea what the hell was going on.
Later, we went to the doctors so I could get stitches. As soon as I saw the needle and wire, I shut the hell up and became as stiff as a freaking corpse.
To this day, I have a scar on my chin, where hair still has trouble going, so my beard kinds of goes scarce there.
The only two good things about this adventure is that I got to eat ice cream for the rest of the day and not lift a finger with the housework, and that my brother got screamed at so hard, that everything he can hear now is basically a walk in the park.
Probably the scar I got when I was 6, when I was at my grandparent's house, which had a long driveway directly next to one of the walls of the house. Said wall was covered in hideous rock...protuberances..I guess would be the best way of saying it. Basically, it was a wall with big rocks sticking out of it.
One day, I see my brother kneeling on a skateboard and going really fast down that driveway, so I tried it and found out that I have no skateboard skills, as I could barely get over walking speeds.
My brother, being a kind soul, generously offered to push me as fast as possible. Of course, he had no control of the board, it was all on me. And I screwed that up. I pressed on of the sides of the board which leads me veering into the wall, chin first into one of the rocks.
Being a kid, which gives a human a +15 bonus to fall resistance, I got up like nothing happened, only to see my brother panicking, and running screaming to get my grandma.
It was the first and only time I saw her run, and she picked me up, ran to the kitchen and started first aid stuff. I still had no idea what the hell was going on.
Later, we went to the doctors so I could get stitches. As soon as I saw the needle and wire, I shut the hell up and became as stiff as a freaking corpse.
To this day, I have a scar on my chin, where hair still has trouble going, so my beard kinds of goes scarce there.
The only two good things about this adventure is that I got to eat ice cream for the rest of the day and not lift a finger with the housework, and that my brother got screamed at so hard, that everything he can hear now is basically a walk in the park.