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Have you ever been in a lone expedition INNAWOODS where you may have died?
Share with me your danger stories as i share mine.
>Bongland
>be 10
>walking through old army base training camp woodlands near town because rad dirtbike track and goth kicks would nail stuffed animals to trees and put fake blood on them to be edgy
>walking along enjoying the day skipping school
>suddenly ground collapses beneath me
>i'm in a dust room on a pile of metal like 10 feet underground.
>look up see something like a brick chimney to the surface
>look around as eyes adjust
>piles of dusty as fuck metal pipes around a nest of pine needles under the whole
>in the corner some old books and a torch which turns out to be a firemans trainee booklet and 50s era firemans torch
>would later discover place was a simulated training room for the militaries fire combat unit in the town back when it was too small to have access to any fire service bar one from the city center miles and miles away.
>be short as fuck and cant reach the top
>nobody knows im here
>think this is how i die starving for days.
>have major panic attack
>20 minutes of pacing later notice duct tape in my pocket from when me and bros tried to make a treeouse without nails yesterday because idiot children logic.
>see all the holey rusted up pipes.
>idea
>stick two long ones up into brick "chimney shoot" and put some smaller ones in the irregular holes in the sides of the two vertical ones and use the entire roll to tape together a shitty ladder
>race up it and as i reach the top it falls down and into a pile, i slam my back against the 'wall' of it behind me use my feet to slowly push myself up, scratching the fuck out of my t shirt and back.
>get home fucking black with filth and grime and rust flecks.
>mom loses her shit at the mess i've made of myself
>jump in bath just glad to be home.
>whent back this week age 25 now, wonder if the place is still there
>forest has been chopped down for a shitty car dealership, welp
Share with me your danger stories as i share mine.
>Bongland
>be 10
>walking through old army base training camp woodlands near town because rad dirtbike track and goth kicks would nail stuffed animals to trees and put fake blood on them to be edgy
>walking along enjoying the day skipping school
>suddenly ground collapses beneath me
>i'm in a dust room on a pile of metal like 10 feet underground.
>look up see something like a brick chimney to the surface
>look around as eyes adjust
>piles of dusty as fuck metal pipes around a nest of pine needles under the whole
>in the corner some old books and a torch which turns out to be a firemans trainee booklet and 50s era firemans torch
>would later discover place was a simulated training room for the militaries fire combat unit in the town back when it was too small to have access to any fire service bar one from the city center miles and miles away.
>be short as fuck and cant reach the top
>nobody knows im here
>think this is how i die starving for days.
>have major panic attack
>20 minutes of pacing later notice duct tape in my pocket from when me and bros tried to make a treeouse without nails yesterday because idiot children logic.
>see all the holey rusted up pipes.
>idea
>stick two long ones up into brick "chimney shoot" and put some smaller ones in the irregular holes in the sides of the two vertical ones and use the entire roll to tape together a shitty ladder
>race up it and as i reach the top it falls down and into a pile, i slam my back against the 'wall' of it behind me use my feet to slowly push myself up, scratching the fuck out of my t shirt and back.
>get home fucking black with filth and grime and rust flecks.
>mom loses her shit at the mess i've made of myself
>jump in bath just glad to be home.
>whent back this week age 25 now, wonder if the place is still there
>forest has been chopped down for a shitty car dealership, welp
