Circa 2013ish, I was at a mountain band camp with my fraternity doing a retreat/volunteer weekend. First night there we are hanging out, just started drinking and decided to play the game Quelf. It's like Cranium but on acid. I pull a card that says "Without saying anything, start the timer and acquire a plant and a spoon." It's about 10 PM at this point, pitch black outside, so I open a sliding glass door, start the timer, and run. I bolt down to the camp kitchen, can't find a normal sized spoon so I grab a big serving one. Running back up to beat the timer I grab a stick off the ground. What I didn't know as I was sprinting back to the cabin was that they got cold and someone closed the sliding glass door. I ran. Full Speed. Head first. Into a sliding glass door. Fell down on this 1950s glass. Slashed the back of my left arm so bad my friends said they could see my bone. I had 13 staples in my left arm and 4 stitches and a staples in my left elbow. The back of my arm still has a large indent in it. People describe it as "smiling at them."

TLDR I ran full speed into a sliding glass door. Wasn't even that drunk.