<div style="text-align: justify; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px;">:sadface:

This is a logtruck, and the particular part of the logtruck pointed out in the above image has a name. I'm unaware of what this name is, but I do know that my grandpa thought it was super dooper fun to give me rides in this nameless arm and hand of carnage when I was a small child. During one of these amusement park-esque experiences, my dear grandfather, he, well, he must have hit the wrong lever or something, because while my legs dangled over the mechanical claw some 40 feet in the air, and while in my glee I was oblivious to it all, 40 feet turned into 20 feet almost instantly. For a second I was completely outside of this device and it's because I was hanging onto something that I didn't fall to the ground.

Oh yeah, and this one time I hit my brother in the head with an axe, which was pretty scary. We were kids and I was swinging at a tree with an axe that I wasn't supposed to be using, which was the reason I was using it in the first place. I completely whiffed on the tree and the weight of the axe carried all the way round in a circle, as I pivoted with it on my heels, and bam, it hit my brother - who was standing behind me - smack in the forehead. Good thing it was the blunt side.

He shouldn't have been there</div>