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

nothing too gory id say. the worst ive seen was when i was having lunch at home. i used to work like 5 minutes away from home so i didnt wanna waste money by buying lunch all the time. my parents were out to the clinic because my dad had covid.

i was about to eat when someone knocked on my door, then just started full on BANGING on it. i thought it was my dad or something, he often forgets his house keys and would knock on the door or my windows and wait for me to open it for him. usually i wouldnt mind opening the door but like i got irritated because why are you being so aggressive yknow? so i opened the door and i was about to yell at my dad for being so impatient but it was my neighbour. hes a pretty old chinese man, lives with his two brothers and mom, barely speaks english, just smiles when i greet him. im a little freaked because he never approaches us (my family) first, then he asks if my dad is home. he does the universal sign for choking and im like oh! there's someone choking in his house, i gotta do the heimlich maneuver and all right?

i unlocked my gate, leave my house and then he lets me in his house. so then im like looking around for this fella whos choking, because thats what he signed right? i turned to my left to peek into one of the bedrooms and there it is. one of his brothers hanging from some plastic rope he tied to the hooks in the ceiling. he had these really deep gashes all over himself, probably tried to bleed out? and there was also blood coming out his mouth. he pissed himself and so there was piss all over the floor and the stool he kicked. im only trained to do simple cpr + aed knowledge, so what was i supposed to do there man.

so i just called the ambulance to the unit and they asked me to stay behind because the police wanted to know more. one of them asked me if i would like to speak to someone regarding seeing something so traumatising but i had to get back to work... and i was still hungry. i puked later that night thinking about it though, didnt really like having to see my neighbours like that
That's some crazy shit mane .. real talk
 
Back in 2018 I saw my father-in-law’s dead decomposing body. It was around this time of year, typically my wife would stop by and visit with him once a week, but everyone was sick back to back. Her dad was a little under the weather and cancelled their visit one week, then our son got sick, so it was cancelled again, then my wife got sick, cancelled again, and then I got sick, so cancelled again. They talked on the phone occasionally throughout all of this. There came a point where her dad stopped answering her calls, this didn’t initially raise any red flags because he was NOTORIOUS for screening his calls, and would call back if/when he felt like it. After not hearing from him for about three weeks my wife started to get a little worried and decided she was just going to stop by and check on him. She walked in the house and found her dad dead on the living room floor. She was definitely in shock, she called me and told me she found him, and asked me what she should do. I told her to call 911, dropped our son off with her mom, and drove over to meet her. The police where there by the time I got there, and tried to warn me that I may not want to go in the house. I wasn’t having any of that being worried about my wife… In hindsight I understand why they were making that suggestion. The smell that hit me as soon as I walked into the house is something I’ll never forget. You had to walk through the kitchen to get to the living room, and my wife was talking to an officer on the opposite side of the entryway, so when I approached them, there he was, laying on the floor. He was a little bloated, the skin on his feet was black, and you could see the skin on his legs beginning to separate. There was also a lot of fluids that weeped out of him. After the ME came and removed the body my wife and I spent the next hour or so starting to clean up around where he was laying. Cut up the carpet and padding. We found that there was so much fluid that it leaked through the subfloor and started to drip down into the basement. Based on the newspapers that had been outside when my wife got there, and talking with her aunt, we determined that her dad had died either very late on the last night she talked to him or early the following morning. So he had been laying there for about 3 weeks before she found him.
 
Aftermath visits to crime scenes & suicides.
I'm pretty sure I've seen about everything, by now.

The worst Domestic Violence one:
Guy repeatedly shot his wife in their kitchen, thought she was dead, left the
gun on the table to go into the living room and have a good cry, on the couch.

She wasn't dead and regained consciousness, picked the gun up off the table,
went into the livingroom and shot him, several times.

Then, knowing she would die, but suffer a while (apparently), proceeded to
shoot herself, also in the living room.

Bodies sat for several days. The resulting crime scene was nightmare fuel,
blood and brains everywhere, Satanic smell made worse by the heat being on.
 
When I was 6 I cut my hand open on a pointy fence. Needed stitches and the scar is still very visible. I remember seeing my pinky open and seeing something white. I thought it was my bone, but what does a 6 yr old know. Anyway it was pretty gruesome.
 
I watched my brother die from start to finish of a massive heart attack. The EMT finally showed up, stripped his corpse, and wasted 10 more minutes trying to revive said corpse. Then the coroner and sheriff tossed him in the back of a truck with my mother wailing the whole time. Seeing the eyes change was really something. he did turn blue and made bubbles Also worth noting is when the attack started, he kept growing more aggressive and combative.
 
As a kid me and my friends found a dying sheep still alive while on the floor with millions of maggots eating it all over while falling out of its wounds and asshole.
 
Responded to a rollover accident where the driver smashed his head through the side window onto the ground, then the subsequent rolls slung his brain matter all over the interior of his vehicle.

Brain feels like a jello/pudding texture, if you were wondering
 
When I was 6 I cut my hand open on a pointy fence. Needed stitches and the scar is still very visible. I remember seeing my pinky open and seeing something white. I thought it was my bone, but what does a 6 yr old know. Anyway it was pretty gruesome.
Could have been bone. When was ~12 my mom had her fingers smashed between 3 or 4 pool table slabs. She ripped the tip down to the first joint of her right middle finger clean off pulling her hands out. Among the damage caused to most of her other fingers. I still remember her trying to calm my sister’s down while we were waiting for the ambulance. Telling them that it was alright that it was just the bone. I also remember thinking at the time “It’s never ok to just see your bones and definitely not when you’re bleeding everywhere.”
 
Could have been bone. When was ~12 my mom had her fingers smashed between 3 or 4 pool table slabs. She ripped the tip down to the first joint of her right middle finger clean off pulling her hands out. Among the damage caused to most of her other fingers. I still remember her trying to calm my sister’s down while we were waiting for the ambulance. Telling them that it was alright that it was just the bone. I also remember thinking at the time “It’s never ok to just see your bones and definitely not when you’re bleeding everywhere.”
😭 That sounds horrible! Your mom's so brave, trying to calm others when she must've been in unimaginable pain 😣
 
Honestly when i was about 10 ish i went downhill on a scooter and hit a bump at a really weird angle and ripped open my knee really badly down to the bone. Blood started POURING out. Had to get stitches for it and i have a big round scar on my knee. Its also extremely odd looking since its dented
 
I saw a jumper land on a busy sidewalk in NYC in the late 70s or early 80s. I don't know the height he jumped from but he wasn't too fucked up, no twisted body or pool of blood, but blood all over his head. Curiously, he had a cast on one leg. A priest from a church across the street came over to give him last rites and somebody spit on the priest. Welcome to New York!
 
some guy hanging upside down, inside a destroyed mini van after a massive car chrash, puking out blood, then saw on the news he died, a dead biker on the road, a couple more road accidents, and one time a friend sneak me into his med school lab, and saw some human disections for medical study.
 
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i muzzle swept my shin with the rotating nozzle
of my power washer, the wound channel went
down to my ankle
 
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Watched a idiot co worker try to fix the exstraction on a timber yard and had there index finger ripped off by getting it caught in cogs blood everywhere we called him kit kat on his return we never found his finger as it would of gone through the system into a mountain of sawdust we used to chuck bits of wood up there so it would rattle and tell him its his fingers ghost XD
 
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?
 
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?
Dude. You definitely get a Medal of Honor from me! All I ever saw was a dog kiss the corner of a 90 mph bumper and flip spin about 10 times.
 
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