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elionwyr(Because that topic seems damned fitting right now.)
One of my goals at Grisly was to be able to fill in any role, just in case someone needed a break or had to leave or anything of the sort.
In our mad scientist room, we had a Frankenstein's Monster table that was designed for people of a certain height to be able to control by lying across it and, with a slight kick of their legs, make the table pivot down, cautiously launching the "monster" off the table and into the lab so he could "kill" the doctor.
On the night of which I write, I'd told my "monster" to take a break because I thought we had enough of a gap between breaks that he wouldn't be needed.
I was wrong.
"Crap! Quick, get me on the table!" I gasped to the mad scientist of the evening, who helped hold the table while I pulled a monster mask on and climbed aboard.
I am, however, MUCH MUCH MUCH too short to control this table. My weight is distributed wrongly, and I hadn't a hope in Hell of keeping the table balanced until I was ready to be moved by the table from a prone to an upright position.
This means that, no sooner had the scientist removed her hand from the table, I was being flung across the room and into the opposite wall.
...OW.
But oh CRAP that group is almost here, and I was crying behind my mask but I was bound and determined to get back up on that table, and so I did, sobbing, "Ok..just..hold it as long you can and please GOD don't let me die doing this..."
Clinging to the sides of the table, I looked up through my tears to see my "monster" looking down at me with a puzzled look on his face.
"Is there a problem?"
"GET ME THE HELL OF THIS THING!!" He and the scientist peeled me from the table and I scurried off behind a wall as the group turned a corner and came into the scene.
Lesson learned: I have my limits. Dammit.
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One of my goals at Grisly was to be able to fill in any role, just in case someone needed a break or had to leave or anything of the sort.
In our mad scientist room, we had a Frankenstein's Monster table that was designed for people of a certain height to be able to control by lying across it and, with a slight kick of their legs, make the table pivot down, cautiously launching the "monster" off the table and into the lab so he could "kill" the doctor.
On the night of which I write, I'd told my "monster" to take a break because I thought we had enough of a gap between breaks that he wouldn't be needed.
I was wrong.
"Crap! Quick, get me on the table!" I gasped to the mad scientist of the evening, who helped hold the table while I pulled a monster mask on and climbed aboard.
I am, however, MUCH MUCH MUCH too short to control this table. My weight is distributed wrongly, and I hadn't a hope in Hell of keeping the table balanced until I was ready to be moved by the table from a prone to an upright position.
This means that, no sooner had the scientist removed her hand from the table, I was being flung across the room and into the opposite wall.
...OW.
But oh CRAP that group is almost here, and I was crying behind my mask but I was bound and determined to get back up on that table, and so I did, sobbing, "Ok..just..hold it as long you can and please GOD don't let me die doing this..."
Clinging to the sides of the table, I looked up through my tears to see my "monster" looking down at me with a puzzled look on his face.
"Is there a problem?"
"GET ME THE HELL OF THIS THING!!" He and the scientist peeled me from the table and I scurried off behind a wall as the group turned a corner and came into the scene.
Lesson learned: I have my limits. Dammit.
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