Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

[shisteer of nothing much]

Do you have battle-scars?

[Verdauga]

Very faint ones, most recently from my battle with pickup truck brakes.

[shisteer of nothing much]

... ouch. I have a battle-scar on my right hand where I fell off my bike and ripped my artery open on a stone. It was quite funny because, as we were walking home and dripping blood everywhere, my sister was telling me about how somebeast would find the blood and it would trigger an enormous murder mystery that would never be solved because my death (from blood loss) had been registered as a known cause so nobeast knew who had been murdered. It was highly entertaining.

[Booklover]

I've got one from cutting my finger on a tape measure.

Do you think it's possible to have a scar that's a map of the London Underground, and if so, how would you get it (you might know why I'm asking this, but even if you don't you can still answer)?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Tattoos are basically scars with ink in the wound.

[Booklover]

That wasn't the question.

[shisteer of nothing much]

I know. That was the answer.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

I was attacked by a hot frying pan once. I still have a fairly big burn scar on my forearm.

[Verdauga]

I was chopping wood one time when a killer attack log lunged for my nose.
Hardly scratched it.

[shisteer of nothing much]

I was viciously attacked by the monkey bars in a school playground once. They lunged at my nose. It broke.

[Verdauga]

Ouch.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Yeah, it wasn't very comfortable. It taught me a valuable lesson though:
The medical system is extremely annoying, slow and inefficient and should only be used for really serious stuff, if that.

[Verdauga]

Yep. I've only been to the hospital twice, and am not in the mood to go back.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*sigh* Lucky you.

[Verdauga]

Uh-oh. How many times have you been?