I once mainlined some jurox cypionate and then laid in my bed for the next eight hours, pale as a corpse and facinated I could feel and actually hear separated oil globs from the original three ccs' of oil occasionally moving through my heart, exploding, and then moving on; much like air would behave .
You see, I taught myself how to inject, obviously missing whatever paragraph or chapter covered the dangers of injecting oil directly into your circulatory system, and how this could be easily avoided by pulling back on the syringe plunger until a vacuum releases the air in the needle base into the syringe without any blood comming with it.
I've since read that laying down when my heart began to labor probably saved my life, even though I was too scared and confused really to do much else.
When I started this trip down memory lane, I'm pretty sure I was going to tie my experience in with your 12 sided competition thread, but I think I'll milk my nads instead.