Mould. It's wierd, I know. I've managed to get over most of my childhood germophobias but the sight of a mouldy object is enough to turn my stomach.
I'm less scared of death than of living with injury or loss of limb. There are a series of posters up in the main central train station in Melbourne this month about workplace injuries that show absolutely horrific photos. I have to scurry up the tunnel with my eyes pointed down.
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Spending as long as I do here, it's easy to forget that Oddworld has actual fans.
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