Life is rough, and often our bodies bear the marks that can testify to that truth. Accidents, surgeries, and even some intentional activities can all put a few scars on our bodies.

Since that’s the case, @papa-pepper is starting a Scar Story Contest. This will give us a chance to share some stories about some of the events that we’ve been through and interact a little more within the community.

Much like the Tattoo Story Contest that I am running, there is only a few simple things that you need to do in order to enter the contest.

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• Take a picture of your scar with the words “SCAR STORY CONTEST” written nearby to verify.

• Post the picture of the scar.

• Share the story of how you got the scar.

• Tag your post #scarstorycontest and whatever other tags you feel are appropriate.

• Wait and win! (hopefully)

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A winner and two runners up will be picked. The contest will run until September 20th at midnight, CST.

The winner will get 50% of the SBD from the first payout of this post and the Winner’s Announcement.

Two runner ups will each get 25% of the same.

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Example

This scar is from the second time I got bit by a muskrat. I know, how could I not learn my lesson after the first time, right? Well, I didn’t.

Some work mates and I were helping a buddy clear out his garage, and there happened to be a muskrat in it. Once I saw that guy take off, naturally I took off, and before long, I had caught it, no problem. Seriously, it was no problem.
The problem came into play because alcohol was involved. An old drunk that worked with us asked if he could pet it. I knew instantly that this was a terrible idea, and told him NO. However, my drunken mind kept thinking, and soon, I said, “Hold on, let me check.”

I must have been holding it by the tail with my left hand. The second that my right hand touched its back, it spun on me and cut my pinkie finger wide open. I didn’t care too much, and bandaged it up myself. However my girlfriend at the time finally convinced me to go in to the Emergency Room.

I thought that since it was a semi-aquatic mammal, rabies wasn’t a big concern. Since it had been a few hours, I figured that stitches were no longer an option and I didn’t need surgery, but I went anyway. They basically told me what I already knew and gave me some soapy water and a towel so I could clean it. Then, they brought me some bandages so I could bandage it.

The bill? Two hundred and some dollars, even though they didn’t tell me anything new and made me do all the work.

The moral of the story? Muskrats and alcohol don’t mix, and if they happened to get mixed up, skip the Emergency Room.

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Have fun steemians and think about which one of your scars you’d like to enter. I’ll keep my eye on the #scarstorycontest tag, but feel free to link your post below as well, if you want.

I know that this sounds strange, but I’m looking forward to hear what hurt you and left a scar.

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Also, please be aware that the 4th week of my TATTOO STORY CONTEST is underway right now! We are accepting entries for this week until midnight on Saturday (CST). Click the link above for more details if you have a tattoo!

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As always, I’m @papa-pepper, and here’s the proof:

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Awesome Handcrafted @papa-pepper logo kindly donated by @vlad - Thank you!!