Last night's crop:
One moment I was sipping coffee, the next I was lying on the ground in pain. A bomb has exploded. My leg is mangled. I manage to put a tourniquet around the leg to stop the bleeding, but I only had one shirt. A stranger came to help me. I asked for his shirt so I could apply another tourniquet lower on my leg, just above the knee. Why, he asked? "So if I lose the leg I don't lose the knee, it will be easier for a prosthetic then."
A woman had a seizure, a really bad one. She began screaming, but the sound was unlike anything I ever heard. Taken to the hospital, the sound was recorded. They found the noise was the combination of many languages being spoken at once. They separate the different languages on a computer until they can decipher a few of the messages. They are all saying the same thing - "The gate to Hell is open."
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