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Back in the mid-80's, I was running the light board for a community theatre production. Towards the end of the show, one of the characters went backstage and shot himself.
We were using a starter pistol, since the gun had to be seen before he went off. A few performances in, the cylinder pin fell out, and couldn't be found. We tried using a big nail, but it didn't line the cylinder up quite right(one night the audience was treated to a series of clicks and a muffled "Dammit!" before it fired).
So I had me a brilliant idea: put a cap on a stage weight, and hit it with a hammer at the appropriate time. On my second test hit, something stung my index finger. Looked, and there was the flattened cap, sticking out from under the skin of the first knuckle. About half in and half out, actually.
It wasn't that bad a wound at all, but the circumstances make it rather amusing. Still have a little bit of a scar.
Luckily for the rest of my fingers, we found the cylinder pin the next day....
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