Biggest Badass moment ever?

[Platinum]

If you're sharing the others, then I vote for the head-on collision.

This.

[GhostHammer]

During Season 11, I beat two geared frost mages at once on my warrior. (no one here has a clue)

I live a boring and dull life.

I KNOW! I think...

That sounds so badass. You deserve a medal. How about the head on collision?

If you're sharing the others, then I vote for the head-on collision.

I'll share until I'm out of stories :P Here goes...

Rodeo in my home town of Cloverdale. Call it our Mardi Gras. In our small country town, EVERYONE goes to rodeo. Fair games and competition in the day, great live bands and cook outs in the evening, and of course, THE Long Horn Saloon at night where everyone legal goes, drinks beer, listens to loud country, hooks up, fights, gets messy, and every other stereotypical thing you see in country music videos. Girls in dukes? Check. Cold beer? Check. Fights, steel guitars, cigars and all the rest. It is BY FAR the best time of the year. Many high school seniors (Some Juniors) sneak in. There is always time off high school, big football games, you name it.

Every year, I haul out the old tent, canopy, BBQ, keg setup, coolers, and all the other goodies. Me, and my closer friend always camp out in my yard and "Pre-game" before we hit Longhorn. Now, many interesting things happen in my yard. Cigars, girls, beer pong, card games, and of course, well, we have "sections" in our tents for a bit of *ahem* privacy. Needless to say, "Fort Rowdy" at the "Colonel's" has become a tradition all on it's own for Rodeo weekend. That's where the after party always makes its way to around 4AM when Longhorn closes. (Yes I'm the Colonel and Fort Rowdy is my yard. Long story, ask me sometime :P)

So on this particular weekend in 2010, I was designated the "driver" for the night. Now, with Rodeo stretching from Thursday to Monday, we all take a shift driving. By that, we mean stop drinking 2 hours before we leave for Longhorn, and then get hammered back at my place when the nights over. So, I'm not too worried knowing I'll have a good time later on. However, this night, friends had to be at the airport in the morning, so I opted to not drink at all and get them there the next day. So, at a brisk 4:30am I started dropping all my drunk buddies off at their homes. With no strafe party that night, I headed home to bed and was coming up the hill literally 2 blocks from my house. Thankfully, I was alone in my car.

As I was coming up the hill, a pair of headlights came flying over the hill right at me. I jerked the wheel to the left and managed to bring my car over to the other lane but it was too late. My passenger-side bumper hit the drunk drivers passenger side bumper and our two cars span around and ended up sideways a whopping two blocks from my house, about a 2 minute drive. I was driving a Jetta, he was driving a Tracker. Needless to say, I was a bit annoyed.

After pulling my hand out of the middle console and cutting off my manged seat belt with my knife, I opened my door and checked the scene. The Tracker was slightly burning and I could hear a man wheezing inside. So, after checking I had no injuries, I checked on him. As an ex first-aid attendant, it's kind of my job, even if he did just almost kill me. The fireman said airbags saved me, sadly, this man had none. After tearing off my shirt sleeve and having a witness help hold the mans intestine still, me and another witness helped pull the drunk from the car just before EMS got there and the fire in the Tracker engine started.

Once they did, they took over, strapped me to a board, and threw me into the ambulance. After that it was precautionary xrays, some stitches, and back home I went. And in case you're wondering, you're damn right I was pounding down beer and whiskey the next night at Rodeo. Luckily, thanks to quick reaction and German Engineering (RIP Jetta) I'm now here today. And now, for photos from the police report...


This is looking in the direction I was driving (Towards my home) so as you can see, I'm now in the wrong lane, facing the wrong way after impact. I was in the blue Jetta, he was in the yellow Tracker. My dad and I are hugging on the left. That Dodge jacket is now one of my prized possessions and I wear it every rodeo.


Another angle.


Close up of the tracker.


Typical trunk load during Rodeo


Look at the smoke from the Tracker's fire.


Another view of the Tracker.



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[Ichyban]

Damn dude youv had your fair share of crap man. you've got a extreme amount of luck riding shotgun with you.

[GhostHammer]

Damn dude youv had your fair share of crap man. you've got a extreme amount of luck riding shotgun with you.

We make our own luck.

[Ichyban]

We make our own luck.

That or you got a damn good over shield. No more bad mojo for you! good mojo for now on eh?

[Lil Nawty Lucia]

I am bad at stories, since most of mine are things I would like to keep in the past.

But I have this picture of me being a bad ass does that count?




In case you cant tell I am playing a game of speed ball with crappy bunkers. I am propping the A-5 against the back of my pistol hand (dual-wielding) It was a Monty Python Theme day, so I put some chain mail on my mask and a Hakama (Japanese Skirt used in Kendo). I tore that skirt to shreds, it is a shame too I had to import it.

Normally I just use the pistol, so most of the people there think I am bad ass just for that, but here is the kicker. Since then I upgraded and have 2 pistols one can convert into a sniper.

Although for a story of another game I played, there was a guy that Bunker in a Helicopter in the center of the field. He didnt have any support that could hit me so I ran up and slid in front of him shoved both guns in his Chest and Shouted "Surrender". 3 of the longest seconds I ever waited and he goes "ok". I also curved a paint ball to smack some on the top of the head, he was behind a shield and at the complete opposite end of the field.

And for the Last paintball story was when my gun was acting up. I dont remember why, but I couldn't shoot I may have been out of air or paint. There was this tiny little kid right next to me at our base and I was having him guard the "Street". There was this jerk at the other end that was just spraying at him. The kid himself had like a $2 grand gun, which he kept trying to give to me since mine wasn't working. I finally give in, I take it aim down the Street, aim up a tiny bit. And when I fired I swear it was a perfect angle and a perfect burst and it came right down on him. It was Very Satisfying, I spent the rest of the game running around without a gun, because I am Boss.

[Kcr33d]

I love all these stories. I don't have a bad ass moment but I was pretty happy with my self on this one day when I was like 15. I just wanted to state that i was about 5'6 and 110 pounds at the time. So i'm walking with some friends after school, 2 girls and another shorter but stocky guy, and these two guys from another school decide to come behind me and pull me backwards from my book bag. I live in brooklyn and for some reason because i went to a catholic school they didn't like me. not sure if that happens everywhere else but to me multiple times.
They started with pressing me with the "yo whats good, little man" bullshit, which most of the time they just want to scare you into giving your money. In my case I just tried to avoid talking and just looked at them quickly and tried to walk away. They didn't like that, so they started to swing at me and try tripping me the other usual bullshit most people like me deal with.
btw there isn't a triumphant KO in this story and the other guy who was my friend, who before this would tell me how he's a tough fighter never helps and is more scared than I am at this point.

At first one guy tried to throw me into the other guys swing but i managed to duck in time. I ended up bumping into one of the girls and immediately turn around to ask if she was ok. Right after one of the guys pull my backpack again but this time i let it come off of my shoulders.

I then turn to them and just continue taking their punches and they managed to trip me. I stood up right away and was pretty furious now. Since i've never fought before,(still haven't) I ended up making one of these guys flinch by pretending to punch. I was shocked by this and even though I knew I had the clear shot to clap him in his jaw I just couldn't do it. (I have always been too passive)

Now I'll be honest I felt like mother fucking Jesus because I just let them keep hitting me. The other kids from their school couldn't take it anymore and ended up coming in instead of cheering on the outside anymore.

I was proud of my self for so many reasons. I didn't have any bruises, but did have a cut in my cheeks from biting them, I made those guys more angry because I walked away with no words just a smile on my face, I smiled because I ended up changing the people around me without fighting and I ended up gaining some respect for it. Those guys never bothered me again and the kids that where there made sure of it. I absolutely hate bullying and i'm proud to say I was stronger mentally, and I feel in away I did stand up to these guys. and of course glad I didn't just get KOed.

[Platinum]

I KNOW! I think...





I'll share until I'm out of stories :P Here goes...

Rodeo in my home town of Cloverdale. Call it our Mardi Gras. In our small country town, EVERYONE goes to rodeo. Fair games and competition in the day, great live bands and cook outs in the evening, and of course, THE Long Horn Saloon at night where everyone legal goes, drinks beer, listens to loud country, hooks up, fights, gets messy, and every other stereotypical thing you see in country music videos. Girls in dukes? Check. Cold beer? Check. Fights, steel guitars, cigars and all the rest. It is BY FAR the best time of the year. Many high school seniors (Some Juniors) sneak in. There is always time off high school, big football games, you name it.

Every year, I haul out the old tent, canopy, BBQ, keg setup, coolers, and all the other goodies. Me, and my closer friend always camp out in my yard and "Pre-game" before we hit Longhorn. Now, many interesting things happen in my yard. Cigars, girls, beer pong, card games, and of course, well, we have "sections" in our tents for a bit of *ahem* privacy. Needless to say, "Fort Rowdy" at the "Colonel's" has become a tradition all on it's own for Rodeo weekend. That's where the after party always makes its way to around 4AM when Longhorn closes. (Yes I'm the Colonel and Fort Rowdy is my yard. Long story, ask me sometime :P)

So on this particular weekend in 2010, I was designated the "driver" for the night. Now, with Rodeo stretching from Thursday to Monday, we all take a shift driving. By that, we mean stop drinking 2 hours before we leave for Longhorn, and then get hammered back at my place when the nights over. So, I'm not too worried knowing I'll have a good time later on. However, this night, friends had to be at the airport in the morning, so I opted to not drink at all and get them there the next day. So, at a brisk 4:30am I started dropping all my drunk buddies off at their homes. With no strafe party that night, I headed home to bed and was coming up the hill literally 2 blocks from my house. Thankfully, I was alone in my car.

As I was coming up the hill, a pair of headlights came flying over the hill right at me. I jerked the wheel to the left and managed to bring my car over to the other lane but it was too late. My passenger-side bumper hit the drunk drivers passenger side bumper and our two cars span around and ended up sideways a whopping two blocks from my house, about a 2 minute drive. I was driving a Jetta, he was driving a Tracker. Needless to say, I was a bit annoyed.

After pulling my hand out of the middle console and cutting off my manged seat belt with my knife, I opened my door and checked the scene. The Tracker was slightly burning and I could hear a man wheezing inside. So, after checking I had no injuries, I checked on him. As an ex first-aid attendant, it's kind of my job, even if he did just almost kill me. The fireman said airbags saved me, sadly, this man had none. After tearing off my shirt sleeve and having a witness help hold the mans intestine still, me and another witness helped pull the drunk from the car just before EMS got there and the fire in the Tracker engine started.

Once they did, they took over, strapped me to a board, and threw me into the ambulance. After that it was precautionary xrays, some stitches, and back home I went. And in case you're wondering, you're damn right I was pounding down beer and whiskey the next night at Rodeo. Luckily, thanks to quick reaction and German Engineering (RIP Jetta) I'm now here today. And now, for photos from the police report...


This is looking in the direction I was driving (Towards my home) so as you can see, I'm now in the wrong lane, facing the wrong way after impact. I was in the blue Jetta, he was in the yellow Tracker. My dad and I are hugging on the left. That Dodge jacket is now one of my prized possessions and I wear it every rodeo.


Another angle.


Close up of the tracker.


Typical trunk load during Rodeo


Look at the smoke from the Tracker's fire.


Another view of the Tracker.



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Damn, you get stabbed then you save a man who almost killed you...freaking badass.
Alright then, how about the bar incident?

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I am bad at stories, since most of mine are things I would like to keep in the past.

But I have this picture of me being a bad ass does that count?




In case you cant tell I am playing a game of speed ball with crappy bunkers. I am propping the A-5 against the back of my pistol hand (dual-wielding) It was a Monty Python Theme day, so I put some chain mail on my mask and a Hakama (Japanese Skirt used in Kendo). I tore that skirt to shreds, it is a shame too I had to import it.

Normally I just use the pistol, so most of the people there think I am bad ass just for that, but here is the kicker. Since then I upgraded and have 2 pistols one can convert into a sniper.

Although for a story of another game I played, there was a guy that Bunker in a Helicopter in the center of the field. He didnt have any support that could hit me so I ran up and slid in front of him shoved both guns in his Chest and Shouted "Surrender". 3 of the longest seconds I ever waited and he goes "ok". I also curved a paint ball to smack some on the top of the head, he was behind a shield and at the complete opposite end of the field.

And for the Last paintball story was when my gun was acting up. I dont remember why, but I couldn't shoot I may have been out of air or paint. There was this tiny little kid right next to me at our base and I was having him guard the "Street". There was this jerk at the other end that was just spraying at him. The kid himself had like a $2 grand gun, which he kept trying to give to me since mine wasn't working. I finally give in, I take it aim down the Street, aim up a tiny bit. And when I fired I swear it was a perfect angle and a perfect burst and it came right down on him. It was Very Satisfying, I spent the rest of the game running around without a gun, because I am Boss.

You pull a wanted move during paintball!? Badass.

[Platinum]

I love all these stories. I don't have a bad ass moment but I was pretty happy with my self on this one day when I was like 15. I just wanted to state that i was about 5'6 and 110 pounds at the time. So i'm walking with some friends after school, 2 girls and another shorter but stocky guy, and these two guys from another school decide to come behind me and pull me backwards from my book bag. I live in brooklyn and for some reason because i went to a catholic school they didn't like me. not sure if that happens everywhere else but to me multiple times.
They started with pressing me with the "yo whats good, little man" bullshit, which most of the time they just want to scare you into giving your money. In my case I just tried to avoid talking and just looked at them quickly and tried to walk away. They didn't like that, so they started to swing at me and try tripping me the other usual bullshit most people like me deal with.
btw there isn't a triumphant KO in this story and the other guy who was my friend, who before this would tell me how he's a tough fighter never helps and is more scared than I am at this point.

At first one guy tried to throw me into the other guys swing but i managed to duck in time. I ended up bumping into one of the girls and immediately turn around to ask if she was ok. Right after one of the guys pull my backpack again but this time i let it come off of my shoulders.

I then turn to them and just continue taking their punches and they managed to trip me. I stood up right away and was pretty furious now. Since i've never fought before,(still haven't) I ended up making one of these guys flinch by pretending to punch. I was shocked by this and even though I knew I had the clear shot to clap him in his jaw I just couldn't do it. (I have always been too passive)

Now I'll be honest I felt like mother fucking Jesus because I just let them keep hitting me. The other kids from their school couldn't take it anymore and ended up coming in instead of cheering on the outside anymore.

I was proud of my self for so many reasons. I didn't have any bruises, but did have a cut in my cheeks from biting them, I made those guys more angry because I walked away with no words just a smile on my face, I smiled because I ended up changing the people around me without fighting and I ended up gaining some respect for it. Those guys never bothered me again and the kids that where there made sure of it. I absolutely hate bullying and i'm proud to say I was stronger mentally, and I feel in away I did stand up to these guys. and of course glad I didn't just get KOed.

We need more people like you. Winning fights without throwing any punches. Freaking champion-Badass

[GhostHammer]

Damn, you get stabbed then you save a man who almost killed you...freaking badass.
Alright then, how about the bar incident?

Rather recent actually, last Firday night.

So normal night. At the bar, having a few drinks, nothing crazy. I'm about two deep or so, and a couple girls a friend and I had been talking to turned onto the topic of career. Of course the minute I mention military a barrage of questions come flying my way and of course, people take it as an open ticket to express their views on the world and events which they don't know half a shit about. Always keeps me entertained, but these girls were being nice so I wasn't going to be too much of a dick.

Some dude overheard us talking and started expressing major symptoms of LPS (Little Penis Syndrome) and begins to act "tough" and basically become a belligerent fucktard. Well, being he jumped up little shit that I am, I called him on it, argument ensues, barman tells us to cool it, I go back to my drink and chatting with the girls. Problem over, or so I thought.

Later that night, same buddy gets into it with my buddy Garth. Now Garth isn't big, but he's been deployed with our CSOR for years and is a lot more dangerous than I am. They start fighting and fucktard's buddy jumps into the fray. Same deal, pushing shoving, odd punch, nothing major. Not until he whips out his switch blade and starts slashing away at my left arm. I'm bleeding like a stuck pig and now I hear Garth yelling that he's got the other guy under control. So it's time to put this sorry idiot out of his misery.

Quick block and counter, grabbed and broke the wrist, disarmed, elbow to the face, knife into his shoulder, sharp kick to the chest which sends the guy stumbling backwards, tripping over a stool and out the pub's front window onto the sidewalk right as the police pull into the lot. No avoiding them this time, so statements are taken, buddy with the knife is arrested, Garth and I get told to keep out of trouble. I decided against the stitches and just had the hospital clean the cuts. Overall they're mostly shallow, but the big ones on my bicep and inside forearm are still healing. I had a good laugh walking into the ER and having the nurses laugh at the idiot with his own the knife in his shoulder.

That leaves two stories left :P