Day Three: The Disappearing Girl

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[eyesoncamlann]

How did you lose your finger?

[8percentchance]

Doorjams are horrible, vicious things that feed on trapped fingers and toes. Somehow, I don't think that's going to fly. Crash to the ground, sure, but it's not too impressive. Oh, sure, the girl I love just slammed the door on me and my finger got caught in the crossfire. I mean, the hell?

Lost it to a bear.

[eyesoncamlann]

A bear?

[8percentchance]

Oh, sure. Lots of wandering bears eating fingers where I'm from.

[shutupsammy]

You are such a Chatty Cathy, bro.

[8percentchance]

Oh, I don't know. You want a Chatty Cathy, go talk to an aspiring model. I'm just...a Babbling Bertha, in comparison.

1/2

[shutupsammy]

[shutupsammy]

What kind of flowers are they? Do you know?

[tempzilla]

So it was just the curse. I'm sorry.

[8percentchance]

A curse. See, I know magic, and I kind of figured all this curse shit was bullshit, you know, something to try and make a buck. I was wrong, by the way. I mean, they could be making a buck down the line, but this curse shit? Yeah, looks like there's no special effects and smoke and mirrors and someone from the audience here.

Hey, it's fine. You know. I get to be miserable and someone across town gets a big fat promotion and unlimited chicken wings for life. That's just how it works, something about butterflies and hurricanes.

[tempzilla]

That's not really how chaos theory works, you know. That's more along the lines of some higher power has a sick sense of humor.

[8percentchance]

Well, it's got a better sense of humor than my dad, so there's that at least. You know, it's like one positive thing and then the rest of it sucks too much for it to count.