I don’t have posters on the wall.
I like how feral he looks when he fights.
I love this scene
Instant death, right? Wrong. This phenomenon actually occurs more frequently than you’d expect after cases of trauma, with many people surviving. In fact after a car accident, a woman spent 1 year diagnosed with whiplash before someone finally did an X-ray and realised what the crap was going on. It went on for so long that the bones in her spine began to deteriorate and her neck collapsed to the point of her chin resting onto her clavicle - this then lead to sores and infection. This however is a rather unfortunate scenario; in most instances it’s caught right after the accident and reattached immediately, with both kids and adults having survived it. But still, eeeesh!
So how does it happen?
This nasty scenario occurs when the atlanto-occipital joint is dislocated (this a synovial joint which attaches the skull to the spine - you can see a clear detachment of these in the image). Most documented cases of it occurred during road traffic accidents, either as a driver or pedestrian. There have also been some reported cases during childbirth. All of these survivors have of course been very lucky to not have suffered any accompanying spinal cord/nerve damage because that it a pretty sure ticket outta here.
Another example of internal decapitation worth mentioning is hanging. I’d hope to not survive in that instance because you end up asphyxiating instead. Nasty!
Then don’t ask for stuff you can’t take.
A lethal blow. That’s all I have to offer.
Why the hell should I.. ?
The day started normally for Zhang. He woke up at 6AM then went back to sleep and woke up again in the afternoon because he had nothing better to do. Only the second time he woke up did he realize the woman (or man or whatever the person was) he’d brought back to his place was long gone.
Zhang wasn’t aware of it, but he had really bad gas which was often released during sleep. He’d fart up a whole deadly cloud and if the other person was unlucky enough to wake up early even the slightest whiff of it would send them on their way. Zhang always managed to sleep long enough for the smell to subside seeing as he usually passed out right after orgasming because he needed lots of rest.
He slowly rose from his bed with crusty sheets still clinging to him. They were wiped away along with the dryness in his eyes as he yawned and tried to wake himself up fully. He must have cum a lot last night since he was still yawning even after so many hours of sleep. Too bad he couldn’t even remember the gender, let alone the name of the person he had sex with.
He made it only a few steps towards the bathroom before he finally noticed the crumbled up condom stuck to his chest. It was peeled off slowly so he wouldn’t rip out any of the few chest hairs he had. Before tossing it aside he examined the contents, noting that there was about a table spoon of semen in it which was a bit oddly colored…
When he got to the bathroom he instantly went to the mirror, checking his eyes and nose for boogers then wiping them all away with the same finger.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the sexiest of them all?" he sleazily asked while chuckling to himself. The mirror never replied of course, no matter how many times he had asked this. He usually took it upon himself to answer instead. "Nevermind, nevermind. I know I am.” The mirror still didn’t react as he kept giggling to himself like a hyena, at least not until he flashed another smile. It seemed the mirror had reached its limit and that lopsided grin was the final straw.
Zhang let out a high pitched scream as his reflection suddenly shattered. He clenched his fists, looking around in a paranoid manner just in case someone was up to no good (and also holding back whimpers). When he realized that he was completely alone he grimaced to himself.
"Fucking cheap mirror…" he murmured, despite having spent a hefty amount of money to get a mirror with golden dragon carvings around it. He had plenty of money to buy only the best for himself, which almost always involved dragons, gold or even both..
Once he was sure it was safe he went on to take his shower.
Then he got out of the shower because the author isn’t doing a shower scene.
When he finished drying off he was presented with the tough decision of whether to wear his gold and red silk cowboy shirt or the black polyester one with diamonds horizontally lined down the front and back along with diamond buttons (all made of plastic).
Before he came to his final decision he remembered that he hadn’t updated his Instagram since yesterday. He frantically dived for the phone on his nightstand once the realization hit him.
He angled the phone in a way that would only capture a little of his bed in the picture so no one would see just how dirty it was, but just enough to know he had gotten laid last night. His eyebrows were scrunched and his lips were pushed out to look more pouty before he snapped the picture. Next was the caption he would upload it with.
'just woke up. so tired lol #PrettyHurts'
Feeling pretty satisfied with his contribution to the internet and just pretty in general he went back to getting ready. He went with the cowboy shirt, picking a nice pair of jeans to make it casual. Next was his cologne, something very essential to completing his appearance. He was sure he could get by on just his looks, but if he smelled good on top of that the world would be his oyster.
The new scent he’d just bought was called MuskyGentleman and the bottle was shaped like a well toned man’s torso so he knew this had to be a very very manly cologne. First he put a couple modest dabs on each side of his neck, then he drowned the front of his shirt in it with a shower of rapid spraying.
"Hmm…Maybe my back should smell nice too…" Right after he let the words slip out be realized that his statement implied that someone would probably be behind him at some point….He sprayed behind himself a few times, then put the cologne away before heading out.
"Okay, here’s your coffee, sir. Would you like so-"
"No." The chipper employee was startled by Sebone’s sudden interruption, especially since his appearance in general was the opposite of calming.
"I was going to ask if you wanted sugar…" She explained herself meekly.
"I know and I don’t want any."
"What about cre-"
"Anything other than coffee?" He just stared at her, looking really crazy as usual and that was enough to have her drop the subject completely.
Right after he put his money on the counter someone came trotting in, invading his space and his nostrils.
"Hey, Sebby." Zhang greeted him in an overly friendly manner, leaning against the counter with a wide grin that Sebone found to be gross. He found a lot of things gross, but Zhang was pretty high on the list, even above vaginas.
"You fucking stink…" Sebone told him bluntly, sounding muffled because his hand was covering both his mouth and nose. He left soon after, not willing to stay and threaten him with death since the scent was even beginning to effect his eyes.
“Jealousss…" Zhang said to himself in a sing-song voice as he turned to face the counter just in time to see the woman come back from putting Sebone’s money in the cash register.
"Hello, sir. What can I d-" Her practiced greeting was interrupted by a loud hacking cough which sounded very…unfeminine.
Zhang had conveniently been distracted by checking his phone, looking up from it only when he heard the coughing.
"You okay?" he asked with vague concern and didn’t get a reply other than more coughing. "I wanted to order a mocha frappuccino…You can just have somebody else get on that if you’re busy with…all this." And with that he went back to checking the comments on the image he had just uploaded. The majority of the five comments were positive ones that made him smirk with pride until he came across a negative one. All it said was the word ‘ugly’ but that was enough to have him spend a good while wondering why people were such bitter bitches.
"Here!" A near shriek from the woman pulled him out of his own thoughts long enough to start reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
"No, no! Just go ahead. Just take it." She now had a surgical mask on, but her eyes had began to water.
"Hmm?" Zhang was confused for a split second, but soon after he took the drink without another word.
He brought his drink with him to a table in the outside area of the cafe because he felt his gorgeousness shouldn’t be confined indoors. As soon as he sat down he had to go on Twitter and tell all 15 of his followers that he had just gotten free coffee.
While he was typing a car suddenly came driving by at a very dangerous speed, zigzagging from one side to another until its side wheels rolled onto the sidewalk. Zhang didn’t notice it (having been too wrapped up in his tweeting) until the car’s side mirror smacked him right in the head. He didn’t really have much time to react or anything since he died on impact.
"Sebone, we gotta go!" Bruce Lee stepped out of the car that had killed Zhang, calling out very urgently. His eyes followed the trail of blood on the pavement then he furrowed his brows. "Oops."
((Ahem..Sorry for killing you in the end. I didn’t plan to at first, but Sebone wanted it to happen. He has the eyes of an unhinged child and I just can’t say no to them..))