Most Badass thing you've done in your life?

[theonlyblaze2]

I was bullied a lot as a kid, but everything kinda changed in High School.
In Freshman year, a kid lobbed an orange at me from across the playground. I looked at it and actually managed to catch it. I then gave chase. As a 200 pound kid, I did not catch him. So I chucked the orange at him from about fifty feet away. The orange hit him square in the back of the head. He fell forward-directly into the Princapal's back. He was then suspended for two days for crashing into the guy.
Then the next year, he jumps me on the football field during P.E. He socks me in the face. I go down and his buddies hold down my arms while he rushes at me. Once he gets within two feet, I stuck out my foot and did that movie thing were the guy kicks the other guy and he goes flying over his head. My atacker flies over my head and crashes into his buddies. At this point, my boys have arrived and the fight was over. If your wondering where the teacher was during all this, her 500 pound ass was inside gettig a diet soda.

 

[linkvegeta]

Punched a shark in the face and slept with his wife.

 

[Omikron009]

I've never done anything really badass, but I do tend to gain supernatural strength during my fits of rage. For example, a while back when I was playing through Dead Space 1 on hard, I died for the fourth or fifth time on one of the final fights in the game, and I got so mad I kicked a hole in the wall the size of a dinner plate.

 

[0p3rati0n]

Damn how did you do that?

I been boxing since I was very young. Just lots of practice and a mean right hand. I hit hit square in the sternum, so I believe I hit him hard enough for the concussion of the force to rupture some nasal capalaries.

*holds up score card* 9.9/10

 

[Vault101]

I fought a poisonous snake one-on-one!

uhhh ok no I just closed the door and yelled at dad to come and kill it

well i almost set the house on fire, i thourght i was using deisil to light the fireplace but it was acctually petrol , it exploded into flames and scared the crap out of me

 

[0p3rati0n]

My first time going paintball, when my gun ran out of paintballs I did a modified version of bump firing. All I was doing was shooting air and for some reason the other team kept their heads down.

 

[TonyVonTonyus]

I don't know where to draw the line between stupid an badass but I've done a lot of both. The most badass thing was probably taking on six guys in a dark park that wanted to rob me. I lost but damn it was cool to go down ina blaze of glory, they also ran off without taking anything.

 

[The Seldom Seen Kid]

I threw a lit candle at a wolf once and set it on fire.

duz dat count?

 

[Jinjiro]

If I were to have a superpower of sorts, the ability to throw accurately is it. A couple of times in my life, I have felt so awesome via some sort of feat of throwing. Here are a few.

- Indoor cricket used to be the alternative to outdoors P.E. back in school, with soft balls and bats, while the girls did trampolining. The rules were, you bowled or batted until either you were bowled out, or the person you bowled to made a run. This 'round robin' was fast, furious and damn fun. In one lesson, when it was snowing/hailing outside, I eliminated 45 people in a row. I didn't even get rotated out because someone made a run. The teacher kinda said 'Alright, let someone else have a go' so I kinda chilled out while I received (possibly my imagination) looks of awe.


- I used to work at a McDonalds, and during the summer, wasps would really start to bug everyone, especially me (I hate buzzing, flying insects). One day, I'd gotten a sting at the drive-thru window while handing out some food, so I was like super-pissed off at the flying devils. Anyway, in a quiet moment, I find a penny on the side, right next to the charity box (whoever left it couldn't make it one foot to the glass box apparently). It's then that I see this wasp, hovering at the window, near a small stain made by some spilled drink or something. Fury takes hold at this moment, and like skimming a stone across water, I hurled my penny at the thing. The penny flies out of the window and across the car park, and the wasp falls to the surface. I walk over to the thing, and it turns out I've almost perfectly separated the thorax from the abdomen. I felt SO bad-ass at that point in time. Hitting a wasp from ~12 feet away and basically splitting it in two? Hells yes.


One last moment before I bore you with tales of my right arm... okay that sounded wrong...

- In a snowball fight at university, outside our house and using the two or so inches of build-up on the cars around the street, my friend throws a snowball at me, in a kind of upwards arc. As it comes down, I jump to catch it (he overshot me by a good metre or two) - manage to grab hold of a good 80% of the snowball (some of it kinda shattered), spin 360 degrees and throw it back at him, HARD. It whacks him straight in the forehead with this satisfying spray of white. I didn't stop laughing for about 20 minutes.

Those are kinda the highlights, but I've done many things like it, just not in such perfect circumstances.

*wants to channel this 'superpower' for good*

 

[Kadoodle]

A girl once semi-accidentally stabbed me in the arm with a pencil, leaving a piece of graphite several millimeters long just sticking out of my arm. I nonchalantly pull it out of my arm as she looks on in horror at the puncture wound.


Also, I calmly told a small child that santa claus does not exist.

 

[the-Wind]

Learning to walk for the fourth time (this incarnation)

Firt time: Birth. No big whup. We all have to learn to crawl, walk then run.

Second time: Recovered from being struck by car while walking (no Kick-ass superpowers for my troubles). Flew thirty feet, hinged cast for five months, left hospital in walker with broken arm stapped into 'gutter' attachment then wheelchair etc. Regrew shattered tib/fib got lots of pretty hardware installed. Accidents happen, move on.

Third time: (seven months later) third day back at work, slipped on the late spring ice and broke the femur this time (disuse oseoporosis or 'use it or lose it') Real bummer. Been there/done that and I knew what I was in for this time. Months of recovery time. Lost an inch and a quarter in leg lenth but gained four new screws.
Insert Badass moment here: The fourth time I learned to walk was when I chose to have the otherwise undamaged leg shortened to make the legs equal in length. (Thankfully the cost was covered by Canadian Medicare) Very hard choice at the time. Total recovery time from original accident to functional: ten years. (might have lost my initial enthusiasm for phsiotherapy)

Had I not done this I would be limping into retirement and old age gimpy and wracked with back problems. As it is I walk without a cane or a noticable limp.
'Can't run but I can walk much faster than this.'

 

[BoogieManFL]

Hmm.. I dunno if it was "badass" but I once saved a friend from drowning. We were both around 15 years old. We were swimming in a public lake, at Pine Lake, IN. He came up from swimming underwater for breath, in the path of a water slide just as someone came down it. The wave slapped him across the face as he inhaled deeply and in goes a bunch of water. He begins spurting water, choking, coughing (well, trying too, was an odd sound) and obviously panicking. The water below us was probably 7 ft deep or so, and dark and murky. I swam over to him quickly and shouted, "Stand on my shoulders!" I took a deep breath and swam under him and lifted him onto my shoulders and stood on the bottom of the lake and kept him high enough above the water to cough out it and regain some control. I was so fueled with adrenaline and fear, I couldn't tell how long I held my breath down there. By the time I knew I had to come up, I did so and he was still struggling, but much improved. I drug him to the shore and we both collapsed exhausted. After moment I yelled towards a not too distant lifeguard that he should pay attention and do his job. He was distracted talking to some girls.

Second..

A few years ago I was driving my car (1991 Pontiac Firebird, red) down a 2 lane highway. Speed limit is 55mph. My girlfriend is my passenger. I had one hand on my wheel (a habbit I since broke as a result) while my right hand was laying on the console in between the seats.

And it all happened in just a few moments... I notice coming towards me is some guy who is leaning down and appears to be picking something off his passenger side floorboard. He sharpy veers into my path, at this moment my girlfriend shrieks in terror and reaches her hand out towards me - I instinctively grabbed and held it with my right hand. However, going about 58mph myself and having to swerve so sharply (and firebirds lose grip on the rear tires so easily in a sharp low friction turn) So I then start to lose control, tires squealing as I zig-zag down the road, narrowly missing 2 other cars. Which each fishtail, I know I am closer and closer to spinning completely out of control in middle of the fairly busy road. On the third (think, it was really a blur), I wait for the moment and right as my front end is pointed towards the right side of the road, I steer into it hard and pump my breaks. This causes me to fling out in do about a 440 degree spin off into the grass, safely avoiding traffic. Which has now all pulled off the road.

Our windows were down and there was grass, dirt, and tire smoke on the inside all over us. I later learned that I snapped one of my exhaust pipes off in the dirt. The dust settles and some people get out of their cars, while some continue driving. My girlfriend has a death grip on my hand. She looks at me stunned. I kiss her on the forehead and tell her we're alright. At this time I see the car that ran me off the road drive up in the grass and a middle aged man dressed in a suit with no jacket, with a look of dread on his face, as he jumps out of his cat yelling "Oh my God I'm so sorry!" He repeats that a few times and I tell him we're fine, we didn't hit anyone. And I just said to him calmly, without thinking - (still a little in shock myself, but containing it) "You should probably stay on your side of the road." He stutters in his speech obviously confused by the oddity of that statement, and I believe he says "Yes, sorry." I tell him it's alright, no one is hurt. I tell him to take care, and we wait for a opening and merge back into traffic and went home.

For weeks after, every time I drove down that road on the way home from work I looked over and saw the trashed grass and earth and appreciate that it didn't turn into the grisly nightmare that could have affected so many people's lives, and very nearly did.

 

[Naheal]

I took a chip.... AND ATE IT. [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Ptitle8px80d2wm3pd?from=Main.WhatDoYouMeanItsNotAwesome]

 

[BoogieManFL]

- I used to work at a McDonalds, and during the summer, wasps would really start to bug everyone, especially me (I hate buzzing, flying insects). One day, I'd gotten a sting at the drive-thru window while handing out some food, so I was like super-pissed off at the flying devils. Anyway, in a quiet moment, I find a penny on the side, right next to the charity box (whoever left it couldn't make it one foot to the glass box apparently). It's then that I see this wasp, hovering at the window, near a small stain made by some spilled drink or something. Fury takes hold at this moment, and like skimming a stone across water, I hurled my penny at the thing. The penny flies out of the window and across the car park, and the wasp falls to the surface. I walk over to the thing, and it turns out I've almost perfectly separated the thorax from the abdomen. I felt SO bad-ass at that point in time. Hitting a wasp from ~12 feet away and basically splitting it in two? Hells yes.

That is FUCKING awesome. I'm going to tell my buddies about that one.

EDIT: Reminds me when I was younger and my brother and I wanted to use the family car to go somewhere. I don't remember why but our parents told us no, and my brother both from being angry and kinda screwing around and snap-throws the keys down the hallway which is probably about 22 feet long and miraculously one of the keys happened to stick into the wooden door at the end and hang there. We laugh so hard we cried. I mean, what are the odds of that?

 

[Mariner]

Everyone in my highschool called me a ninja for appearing suddenly (I wasn't even trying they are just that blind)

 

[Sticky Squid]

I got an A* for insulting my teacher during a "things that affect your life" speech.