JUST A FLESH WOUND.

[pimpsaw]

[SO GUESS WHO WENT AND GOT HERSELF NEARLY KILLED AGAIN.]

[It looks like a murder scene. A large puddle of blood and- oh wait, the body's missing. Where's the body? Trying to walk away, apparently.]

[Saw is coated and sticky with blood and her horribly wounded back looks like shit, and she really probably shouldn't be moving, but she is anyways.

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[madasacatter]

[appears from nowhere as usual, cringing at the smell, with a completely blank expression]

[pimpsaw]

[bad timing broski]

[madasacatter]

[stepping forward cautiously because you might fall over]

-Is walking so wise?

[pimpsaw]

[doesn't respond. bleeds more.]

[madasacatter]

[popping in and out of existence, getting a look at the injuries from multiple angles.]

For certainty no flesh wound. Is even standing so wise?

[pimpsaw]

[tries to turn, and stumbles as a result.]

Go away.

[madasacatter]

[is suddenly there to catch you]

It seems a folly does it not?

[pimpsaw]

[OW OW OW WATCH THE BACK]

[madasacatter]

[oof -it's going to hurt whatever you do! :|]

[pushes you back upright and trying to supporting you]

Did your trees disagree with you?

[pimpsaw]

[tries to shake her off- bad idea]

It was someone, not something.

[madasacatter]

It clearly took exception, whatever it was.

[pimpsaw]

... [>8C]

[madasacatter]

Where will you go now?

[since we're pretty much your crutch at the moment]

[pimpsaw]

[doesn't answer. she didn't think that part through 8'D]

[madasacatter]

[well fine we'll wait :|]

[pimpsaw]

[tries to walk off again- ow]