I deal with "carnage" everyday, BUT in the mid 2000s. Worked in NE Wisconsin, near Egg Harbor at that time. Lived with my parents in Sheboygan at that time. Pretty rough time for my family in general. I was building an outbuilding for a church and a small house for the pastor. Carnage begun when I showed up early to get all my tools ready from the van, and I hear a bunch of noise from the outbuilding. The guy nail gun'ed his hand to the frame-boards. The day got worse for me (I worked on the house, the other guys worked on the outbuilding). First there was a supercell storm that snapped a branch and landed on the roof I just put on. A giant branch too, can’t remember the exact dementia (Thanks auto-correct) dimensions but it was the size of the tree in my backyard that I park my hunting truck underneath. Then I went to the hardware store and spent half of my pay check on new roofing supplies. After that, I said to the Pastor “I’m gonna be back on Sunday, I need some divine intervention before I nail gun my hand to the wall”.
After we finished the house and building, I moved to N i m r o d Minnesota, then Newberry Michigan, then Paradise Michigan, and various other places that I don’t care to mention. I did construction work for random people at random places. Traveled where the work was. I settled just outside Superior WI and work for an oil company in the office. I deal with a whole lot of nothing, the "carnage" I have to deal with is my coworkers. Somethings always wrong with them. One recent carnage story happened the other day. I sometimes sell pallets on the side, not often but it makes me some money. I have a plow that I converted into a forklift, it's a giant pain to explain but it boils down to: "I want to buy a forklift but I don't have $10,000 laying around. I know! Lets buy a broken plow for $100 and extend the up and down motion of the hydraulics!". I had a few pallets on it, gonna load it up into my trailer. They all fell off and hit the Dodge, big gouge in it that I have to explain to everyone. Oh well, I don't really care about it. I shouldn't store my trailer beside the Dodge when I'm using the redneck forklift.
A whole lot of minor not work related carnage in my youth. Shooting my grandpa's 61 GMC Carryall and not the biggest turkey I've ever seen, for instance. Not much worth mentioning.
Edit: N i m r o d is censored, forgot that.