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Most Goreish Thing You've Seen in The Real World (with your own eyes)

In a violent rage as a young adult i smashed a crystal candle-holder against another one and had 1 inch shards of crystal i had to remove from my hand myself. Lotttsa blood and a messy cut but eh nothing crazyy

So, there is a lot of gore and the like on here...and we have all seen a lot, for whatever reason we are here. But what is the most goreish thing you have actually seen through your own two mince pies? I shall start you off with mine...in Civvy Street, I was walking home, from a night out in Manchester, through Moss Side/Hulme and saw a flash of light, a loud bang and a hooded figure run off...I continued on my way and there was this young black dude on the grass verge with half his head missing and brains splattered on the grass. As is customary, I crossed the road and continued on my way, absolutely nothing to do with me...I ain't getting involved (I was only 17 at the time too). His death didn't even make it into the Manchester Evening News....what a pointless existence. And the most goreish thing I've seen on tour is hard to say because you do become immune to things, you just deal with situations. I've seen young children shot to fuck, a severely retarded man in Iraq being harrassed by locals before finally being beaten black and blue, then lynched him and cut off his cock. It was a "local dispute" and we weren't allowed to get involved in them, so we had to stand at a distance and watch (well, we didn't HAVE to watch...but we watched. There is video footage somewhere or other of it. I wasn't the one filming it by the way) He was accused of raping a baby and impregnating her with foreign spirits....he hadn't obviously, he was just from a different village, where his parents had died and he wandered aimlessly (the guy could barely walk, talk or do anything for himself). Now these are sad and hard to see, but you get over them. Thankfully I never saw another member of my troop injured or killed....as that would have been the worst. And so, the prize of the worst thing I have seen (and had to do) is........It was for me to enter a building that had been bombed to fuck and collect any human remains I could, so they could try and identify if the right fuckers had been killed or not. There were a couple of fairly intact bodies (ones that were identifiable as having once been human, at least) that the other guys attended to...and then there was the one in the kitchen. It was a fucking mess...pretty much all that was left was an eye and a load of brain matter...there was other goo with it. We had body bags for the other two, but nothing for this. On the floor in the kitchen was a warped and slightly melted plastic measuring jug, so I just scooped up this person. It smelt so bad I had to keep swallowing to stop myself from retching. So this person ended their life in a measuring jug just up to the 250ml mark...with just a bloody eye bobbing on top of the gooey liquid. I then had to hold the fucking thing in my lap, all the way back to base, as no other fucker would take responsibility for it. It was from that I got the nickname "Eye-eye". Although, now I look back, it WAS very goreish but also quite comical.

So there you go....come on, who has seen what?
Only myself lol punched a double glazed window in a drunken state and the window to a nice chunk out of my wrist, severed artery, tendons the lot, blood dpurting everywhere sat in a pool of blood wont forget that anytime soon.
 
Walked in on a friend hunched over his computer in a full on frantic finish whacking his meat in a haze of jungle fever biggest blackest bitch you ever saw on the screen i backed out and closed the door and he noticed me shut the door at his point of no return and made a weird jizz noise i left and we never acknowledged it happend
 
So, there is a lot of gore and the like on here...and we have all seen a lot, for whatever reason we are here. But what is the most goreish thing you have actually seen through your own two mince pies? I shall start you off with mine...in Civvy Street, I was walking home, from a night out in Manchester, through Moss Side/Hulme and saw a flash of light, a loud bang and a hooded figure run off...I continued on my way and there was this young black dude on the grass verge with half his head missing and brains splattered on the grass. As is customary, I crossed the road and continued on my way, absolutely nothing to do with me...I ain't getting involved (I was only 17 at the time too). His death didn't even make it into the Manchester Evening News....what a pointless existence. And the most goreish thing I've seen on tour is hard to say because you do become immune to things, you just deal with situations. I've seen young children shot to fuck, a severely retarded man in Iraq being harrassed by locals before finally being beaten black and blue, then lynched him and cut off his cock. It was a "local dispute" and we weren't allowed to get involved in them, so we had to stand at a distance and watch (well, we didn't HAVE to watch...but we watched. There is video footage somewhere or other of it. I wasn't the one filming it by the way) He was accused of raping a baby and impregnating her with foreign spirits....he hadn't obviously, he was just from a different village, where his parents had died and he wandered aimlessly (the guy could barely walk, talk or do anything for himself). Now these are sad and hard to see, but you get over them. Thankfully I never saw another member of my troop injured or killed....as that would have been the worst. And so, the prize of the worst thing I have seen (and had to do) is........It was for me to enter a building that had been bombed to fuck and collect any human remains I could, so they could try and identify if the right fuckers had been killed or not. There were a couple of fairly intact bodies (ones that were identifiable as having once been human, at least) that the other guys attended to...and then there was the one in the kitchen. It was a fucking mess...pretty much all that was left was an eye and a load of brain matter...there was other goo with it. We had body bags for the other two, but nothing for this. On the floor in the kitchen was a warped and slightly melted plastic measuring jug, so I just scooped up this person. It smelt so bad I had to keep swallowing to stop myself from retching. So this person ended their life in a measuring jug just up to the 250ml mark...with just a bloody eye bobbing on top of the gooey liquid. I then had to hold the fucking thing in my lap, all the way back to base, as no other fucker would take responsibility for it. It was from that I got the nickname "Eye-eye". Although, now I look back, it WAS very goreish but also quite comical.

So there you go....come on, who has seen what?
Sailor eviscerated on a missile launcher, mans throat slit ear to ear, eyeball sticking out from the socket about an inch. Shotgun under the chin (almost monthly) Woman shot in the back of the head with a shotgun in a bank robbery. Gunshot wounds in about every body part imaginable, a dead fetus in a plastic bag. Testicles ripped open on motorcycle gas tank. Cesarian sections, reverse tubal ligations. Fingers degloved, burned bodies, wrists slit. I also knew a serial killer that was busted with hookers buried in his yard (was a patient at the hospital frequently). Open should from cliff diving, infected penises from "torpedoes" (cuban thing where they smooth objects and put them under the skin on their dick) genital warts/herpes infections, sliced Achilles tendons. Leeches used on the fingers of an amputated/reattached hand. Flashlight stuck in rectum. Delivered a baby.

Wow...i could actually keep going. You get used to it after a while and it was actually normal. Lol

If You've never smelled and tried to stand in congealed blood i assure you you won't forget it. I still smell things and i tell whomever im with "holy shit that smells like blood'. Then they look at me like im fuckin crazy.

Used to pick bodies up every few weeks that had been hit by trains . Did that for 12 years
That had to have been interesting.
 
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this happened prob 2009? My mum, drunk and batshit insane, tackled my dad and began biting at his chest. basically ripping chunks off like a rabid badger. it was to the point of where you could see the fatty layer underneath.

this year tho, I had to clean up a kitchen where my mum got stabbed in the neck. it was annoying as fuck cause I had only an hour to make sure everything was back to normal, including blood that had leaked onto living room carpet. FUCKING CARPET 😭
 
After a night of partying and blacking out I woke up to a fat naked woman. It's not like in the movies, instead you quietly get out the bed put on as many clothes as you can find then open the front door and run. 🤣 I haven't seen much else besides having my thumb cut off, having my two front teeth knocked out(twice), the left part of my scalp peel back that required 27 staples, a BB shot into my finger(Still there), the heel of my foot shattered, my finger broke so that it pointed straight to the left, crushed a light bulb with my knee and then had to remove the shards of glass in it, and I saw a guy wreck his motorcycle and one of his legs had caught fire and burned all the skin off. Other than that it's been pretty peaceful life with not much excitement.
 
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this happened prob 2009? My mum, drunk and batshit insane, tackled my dad and began biting at his chest. basically ripping chunks off like a rabid badger. it was to the point of where you could see the fatty layer underneath.

this year tho, I had to clean up a kitchen where my mum got stabbed in the neck. it was annoying as fuck cause I had only an hour to make sure everything was back to normal, including blood that had leaked onto living room carpet. FUCKING CARPET 😭
You need to move out
 
I was a kid, I witnessed the worse of my dad's alcoholic phase; Saw him damn near choking my mom and I did everything as a little kid to get him to stop, he did and he certainly regretted it cause he kicked his addiction and that machismo ended there. I also saw his dead face, it was the day he dropped me off for my first week of work training at the Airport as a lounge host. I remember the day being so sunny, bright, he was sick for a week but didn't want to go to the hospital even though I told him. He dropped me off at work, told me he loved me very much and was proud I got into a job that pays well. Later that day, mom, older brother, cousin, and his friend pick me up. Take us to the hospital all the family's there and I rush cause I needed to see dad, I saw him with all my cousin's families just laying there, his forehead was so cold and he had an ugly gash going just under his eye down his cheek a little; He died of a heart attack while working as a lunch cook for kids at an elementary school, fucking didn't deserve to look like that.
 
1).During the covid, i was working doing transporting elderly and handicapped people all over new york city, and one day had to pick up somebody at a bronx hospital,, and i went around the back street to get to the front,, and i saw like three freezer truck trailers full of covid victims parked in the back. 2). Another time i was in harlem around 3 p.m near central park and passed by a homicide scene. Body covered in a white blanket and detectives around. Got other stuff, fights, accidents, shadyness,, but those two are memorable.
 
Yeah i should've. It was a hectic time around then, i was wearing like two facemasks and goggles. Really didn't think about social media at that moment , i was more worried about not getting covid or dying! And yet still gotta pay bills. Last thing on my mind was pics lol the homiside scene would've been cool . But i wasn't expecting it and i was driving but i should have though lol
 
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