Have you ever been, seen, experienced, or done any sort of goreish shit I would love to hear about the stories?

[Gamma🍄Goblin]

Got shot in the back by an Iraqi conscript we were training . Body armour took the blow knocked the wind out me. I turned around in amazement to find the bastard rasing his weapon . BANG his head exploded. One of my colleagues blew his head clean off his shoulders

 

[Rotten Bastard]

Yeah Lots! Working in security around a bad neighborhood, I was tired of dealing with non-stop junkies so decided to take matters into my own hands! Lets just say I waged war against the surrounding areas. Assault grievous boldly harm (multiple accounts) coupled with robbery! My go to thing to steal and punish these fuckers was mobile phones! Best steal was a I-PHONE 10 X. Multiple accounts of arson and private property damage, cars mostly. I use to love being creative with tech, cameras even drones would help the fight! But by far the best tool I used was advertised as anti-intruder paint. Stains your skins for days and destroys your cloths. You coat it alone fence lines you know for a fact the fuckers will jump over, so you can tell straight away where they came from LOL.

I was investigated multiple times by the police and had equipment turned over to forensic labs, but they couldn't prove anything which pissed off the police bigtime! Years of military training comes in handy. Local schools were even warning students not to trespass because of the dangerous dealing with security.

I also abused the hell out of the emergency services number, constantly calling the police and fire brigade on people to the point that the national calls statistics were massively inflated around those areas which sparked a ramp up of regular police patrols.

Working there was lots of fun and after all that it actually worked! The last couple of years working there were quite boring because of my efforts.

 

[faggotbitchpussydyke]

When I was 17 I attempted suicide by overdosing. I took a variety of blood pressure pills which ended up being about 250 tablets in total, alongside a bottle of metformin, lexapro, adderall, and around 10 oxy's. It was the most painful thing I've ever experienced; I was certain that I was going to die, but I wanted my friends to have some closure (I only had online friends at this point in time so I didn't think they'd be able to do anything.) I told about 4 people what I had done and why, but I made sure to tell them I had already taken the pills before I actually did so I wouldn't change my mind. As soon as the messages were sent, I grabbed the first bottle. Randomly enough, 27's my favorite number so what did I do? I tapped the bottle 27 times, and however many came out is how many I would down at once until they were all gone. By the second bottle, I was already throwing up but I was desperate so of course I kept going. I could feel myself choking on the water as I kept trying to down these pills as they were already taking partial effect. What I assume was about 5-10 minutes later, I had swallowed every last pill. I could not breathe for the life of me. My heart was racing but at the same time I was the most tired I'd ever been in my life, I threw up again and once I saw that it was nearly pitch black, I started panicking; I then picked up my phone and proceeded to respond to one of the people I previously messaged. My typing was all over the place, I was shaking, my hands and feet were turning purple, and my heart began pounding inside of my head. I got so scared I decided to call this person and the first thing he told me was 'breathe.' It felt like I had one of those fireball candies lodged into my airway, everything in my body was burning and I sounded like a dying goose gasping for air. In fact, I hung myself a few months prior to this and the pressure I felt in my head was 50x worse during the od than it was when I was hanging. My muscles weren't getting the oxygen they needed so they started tensing up, and I couldn't willingly move. They eventually tensed up to the point where the majority of my joints ended up popping out of place one by one alongside my left collarbone snapping in half. As this was happening, I was falling in and out of consciousness, I'm not sure if I was actually passing out or if I was just becoming disoriented but I do know that I was having back to back seizures. Mind you, I still had my friend on the phone. I managed to tell him my dad's phone number, and regardless of him literally living on the other side of the world, he was able to contact my dad who was at the time at work and 911 was called somewhere in between. My dad didn't show up at the house until after my mom had already been woken up to strangers in her daughters room, soon figuring out what I had done. I hadn't recieved medical attention until about 4 hours after I began taking the pills, which just goes to show how slow and painful overdosing truly can be. The paramedics started asking me questions which was fucking stupid because obviously I couldn't talk. They found a can of hairspray and asked it I "puffed this too," they found the pill bottles (which were just ibuprofen bottles that I had emptied in order to stockpile what I was planning on taking) and they kept asking me what I took but I was just waiting for them to do something. I was in so much pain, I 100% regretted everything I had done. Time goes on and they wheel me into the ambulance and at this point I couldn't feel my body anymore, but I noticed that I was uncontrollably kicking my legs. This is where I start to lose memory of the rest of this event. I do remember trying to mumble "just let me die, i'm so tired" but the emt kept slapping me in the face and he definitely couldn't make out what I was trying to say. I remember being in an emergency room and seeing them preparing the defibrillator which terrified me enough which would later lead to them shocking me while i was still conscious (to try and regulate my heartbeat) aaaand i unintentionally pissed myself!! That was embarrassing. Anyway, somewhere along the line my lungs ended up collapsing under the pressure of active cpr and they later had to deflate, drain, and inflate them which felt like death in itself. According to the medical records my mother read me in attempt to make me feel more guilty than I already was, I flatlined a total of 7 times and the longest I was out for was 38 minutes. I woke up nearly a week later in a full body cast, a tube down my throat, down my nose, a central line in my neck, and the most horrific hallucinations I've ever experienced (I'm schizophrenic and all I can say is that this was the most terrifying psychosis I've ever experienced.) I had and still have extreme brain damage due to cut off blood flow and the extreme lack of oxygen, I had to relearn how to walk, talk, eat, I basically had to relearn how to be a person in itself. I later learned that I had attempted to slit my wrists to take me out quicker but I was way too weak to apply enough pressure. Nonetheless, it was a VERY gorey, bloody, and painful situation. My room was untouched from the time I got wheeled out to the time I walked in and the smell was HORRENDOUS. There was vomit on the floor, the bed, in the creases of my nightstand, there was smeared blood all over the carpet and walls, the blades were still on my nightstand as well as the shirt they had to cut off.. if you're ever thinking of killing yourself, please for the love of god just don't. I recently lost my best friend to suicide by gunshot to the head and the pain I felt during the overdose remains untouched compared to the pain I feel now.

Anyway, I hope this satisfies at least a bit of the gore you're looking to read about, because it certainly was for me 😂 stay safe fuckers, love you ❤️

 

[Barf_fart]

WHAT THE FUCK!? What is it with all these posts asking for personal stories? "Would you/have you ever ______?" Scrolling through this shit like: Fed, Cop, NSA... To think that this site isn't monitored would be fucking stupid.

 

[Skxul]

Someone once tried to rob me when it was late out in London, I just got back from a night out and I was a bit tipsy. I was held with a knife to my neck and him shouting at me for my wallet and phone, I didn’t give in and I grabbed the knife and we fought, he stabbed me in my leg and I managed to get the knife and I stabbed him twice in the chest, one in the lung the other near his heart, I got arrested and released didn’t get charged as it was self defence 🙂