Ok so…
(22nd June)This happened:
Doesn’t look as dramatic as it actually was. ..
GUUURRRL! (Or, BOOOOOOOOOY) – Honey boo chillee. – LEMME TELL Y’ALL ABOUT IT.
You see, ‘what-had-happened’ was:
One of my close friends had bought me this necklace knowing my unhealthily-intense passion for the Zelda game series.
Gift from my friend. The Majora’s Mask necklace.
It’s awesome I must say, but mind you – I have never played Majora’s mask. I KNOW RIGHT?
Blame my other friend for exposing me to the damn creepypasta story based on the game. Creepypasta is just a punch of internet horror stories passed around, whether they are true or not – I would rather not know. If you are unfamiliar with the creepy pasta linked to the game discussed, click here.
Well, after the traumatizing experience of reading and watching the visuals for Majora’s Mask’s creepypasta – I opted out of ever, like EVER playing the game.
That was like 4 years ago, and at this point in time I thought I had matured. I thought I was ready to take the plunge. Also, with the remake of the game coming out on the 3DS I thought f*** it, why not?
That was until today. Mind you, I had received this necklace with a bunch of other Zelda merchandise about a week ago but just hesitated when it came to this particular object. But today I was feeling good, I was going out with my friend to get some grub and thought – Yup! I’m gonna wear it today! (Plus it looked cute with my outfit.)
So I got dressed and got my bag, before leaving my room I ‘gangsterly’ threw my chain on. I ran down the stairs and ushered my friend to throw on their shoes.
(Author note: Guys, at this point I don’t know why but as I am writing this and getting near to the horror I have started sweating…)
After I put on my own shoes, I call out to my mother in the kitchen and tell her I lover her (Author Note: Ok, not really but I feel like this works for dramatic effect. Ok, I’ll shut up.)
I open the door… and walk out. Ok at this point its all a blur, I either awkwardly hopped back or the door just took a swing – either way, I was left with a chunk of my flesh gorged out just besides my left ankle.
To be honest, I hadn’t even realized at the time that it had happened. I was wearing tights and they were not in anyway torn or destroyed. My mindset was: if my tights were intact, then so was I.
BOY, was I wrong. (Or Guurl, or Honey boo – you get the point). -.-‘
Next thing I know I yank off my tights and all I see is a gaping white hole near my ankle. Quite small looking from the outside but extremely freaking deep with some flesh hanging out. I remember my mum on the verge of fainting. My friend called the NHS and they suggested I get to the A&E after forwarding my info to the clinic.
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Long story short, I never did get to do out with my friend and instead I ended up with stitches and superglue..
DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE’S SUPERGLUE FOR SKIN?! Wtf… I had no idea… Or maybe it’s just normal super glue. o.0
Haha I feel hardcore because I got my first set of stichtes but it wasn’t even by something epic..
Just a lousy/clumsy accident…
Or was it? (Cue X files music).
Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn’t go within a mile radius of that damn game. Sigh. The universe has spoken guys. What can I say?
Seriously guys, that necklace is cursed. I love it but hate it and don’t know whether I should get rid of it or keep it.
Help?
Thanks for listening/reading.
Stella