Jesus Christ, Tiki. I’m glad you’re still amongst the living. Is the whole car totaled or just the trunk? I hope your insurance is good to cover some of this, since the driver didn’t have any…
You were lucky Tiki. Stupid people doing stupid shit while made stupider by the influence of alcohol is one of the main causes of mortality around the world.
Stay safe bro and try to avoid getting in the way of stupid people.
Kinda difficult to stay out of their way when they seek you out while you sleep O_O
If I were Tiki i’d be nervous just closing my eyes for the next month.
Imagine if he really was hit.
And his posts just stopped.
Would you question his absence?
How many have we already lost?
I see we’re taking Tiki’s near death experience with the candor and irreverence expected of the Black Mesa community…
I approve of this sentiment. The internet is weird like that.
A friend of mine pointed out that the track-record “ghosts” in Mario Kart Wii will still be playable in 100 years, allowing future-folk to race against dead ghost-racers of the past.
Seems legit
Here’s a post for the curious. Photos from when I went to gather belongings from my car.
This looks familiar!! It’s pretty messy (but overall intact). Note the Tiki air-freshener hanging from the mirror. Note half of a CD-case on the seat (bonus-points if you can identify it).[indent][/indent]
Uh, what’s wrong with the back-seat:[indent][/indent]
Okay, this view is NOT how I remember it:[indent][/indent]
Oh no, my beautiful car has been mauled! Surely this is the ugliest damage:[indent][/indent]
I was wrong:[indent][/indent]
Can I have that air freshener?
I could really use the highlighter too, if you can spare it.
Since I have nothing more to add here, I’ll be posting periodically when doppelgangers of my car show themselves in mass-media.
Good god I forgot he had that, I wonder what it’d look like if this happened to him instead.
My barbie car has a 2mm scratch on my right door because some twat sucked at parking and didn’t have enough room to open his door.
Fuck my life.
I caught an anole tonight. I think it came inside from the side of the building in order to escape the cold.
I was about to release it, but I made the mistake of rinsing my hands before doing so. The cold felt biting, and I didn’t have the heart to leave it helpless out there-- it was smart enough to come inside, so it doesn’t deserve to die of exposure tonight.
I’ve always hated the idea of owning a pet for the immense responsibility, but knowing that you saved its life originally kind of takes some slack off - like you could just forget to feed it some day and still be the good guy.
Okay I’m being really sardonic tonight.
It sat comfortably on top of a warm computer overnight.
The warming sun of the new day drove the night’s bitter coolth away. The day’s miraculous heat allowed me to discard of the lizard without any guilt, at the wood and brush on the opposite end of the building.
Did you know that despite every other pigmented surface of the anole being able to turn brown, the eyelids remain fully green?
You’re heartless.
In the foliage behind the dumpster, yes. How did you know?