When you see a barrel outside the super market, don't reflexively try to search it for salt piles. You're really outside the supermarket, not playing Skyrim. All the clerks will look at you weird.
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maybe they were looking at you weird because you are weird, just a guess
I’m betting there is a lot of potentially lethal things to do in that game also. Try a few of those next time.
Then we won’t have to hear about it and the species will be a little bit stronger.
If I had any internets left, I’d give them to you.
Forced LFMF is forced. And faked.
Retarded… How can anyone believe this happened?
ugh. stop with the Skryim LFMFs. I love playing this game and it doesn’t bleed into real life like this unless you’re a complete effing moron.
okay, just posted a skyrim-related troll post. if you see one that has to do with the “bucket over the head” trick in the next few days, we’ll know that the mods don’t care.
because looking at one and pressing a button is exactly the same as physically removing the lid. what kind of supermarket has (i’m guessing wooden) barrels anyway? what century is this?
I’ve never seen a barrel outside a supermarket since, what, “Little House on the Prairie”.
One in a one-horse town or in an Amish community? Not all places have gone to the latest thing, you know.
You might wanna get that checked out.
I tried to pick a flower after weeks of playing Oblivion on my way to work – looked like a herb…you can get your brain wired up slightly wrong
if you’re a f*cking idiot, yes
He is.
Next time, say you were at Cracker Barrel. We might believe you then but I doubt it.
Yeah, I used to have these problems too. Killed my pet turtle by jumping on it.
I was banned from the super market… everytime I picked up some mushrooms, I “grew”.
Maybe this didn’t really happen, but last night we drove by a park, and the light and the trees played a trick on my eyes and for a split second I thought I saw a hollow man. I’ve been playing too much Fable 2 lately!
Maybe this* didn’t really happen–by “this” I mean the OP. Sorry that wasn’t clear.
Yeah, seeing things is one thing, but actually trying to do something whose actions are very different when you’re pressing buttons from how they are in real life, is another. I read that post and just thought “how could this ever happen?” My guess is that the OP maybe saw a barrel, was instantly reminded of Skyrim or even (if they’d been playing it a LOT) thought for a split second, “Oh, I must look in that barrel” and then thought “ha ha, what a fool I am! And if I exaggerate that enough, I might just get on LFMF.” I don’t mind the odd fake story, but if it’s something that just wouldn’t happen, I don’t find them funny. Obviously some people do though, so fair enough…
Yeah, I agree it probably happened like you said, and that is funny. I think perhaps OP worded it the way they did because it was shorter and more to the point.
But then it’s not a fail and shouldn’t be on this site… maybe a different section, but not here.
I remember while I was playing zelda skyward sword a lot… Whenever I was a tumbleweed in a show or another game, I would think of taking my bug net out.
But yeah, like you said… “gotta take my bug net out!… oh… wait no…” was just a thought process.
i can *somewhat* relate. nothing so incredibly severe, but after playing star wars:battlefront for so long everything white that i saw out of the corner of my eye looked like storm troopers. for the briefest moment i’d wonder where the buttons to push went :/ it happens…
That reminded me of this one time that I was passing a construction site, and one of the machines sounded like a dragon in a sort of way, and I kept looking up; each time I smacked my forehead and called myself an idiot.