Real Life "Oh Shit" Moments.

[tsb247]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

God damn motherfuckers, what, were they colorblind? How do you out two guys on your own fucking team AND draw blood on one of them? Okay rage done, what do you run and where was this?

The scenario was set up so that teams were ambiguous. It was designed to instill a sense of fear when you encountered another player. The only reason I had that squad of 8 was because we stuck together from the start, and two of the others had radios as well, so we stayed in contact and knew who hadn't been killed yet.

It was a blast, and there were no hard feelings between me and the guy who shot me. It's all part of the game. I am, however, still upset that I left six guys in the treeline. I should have had us form a line and sweep through the field. We could have shot those two and then revived them later (per scenario rules), and had them join us once we figured out which side they belonged to.

This was at a place called Frog Holler paintball. I run a Marui G36C, but I am moving to a Magpull PTS SV this spring. I figured I needed something more 'Merican and I had some extra money from my tax refund.

But yeah, airsoft never stop producing those, "Oh sh.." moments. I am particularly fond of the grenade one as well, hearing the bang and not knowing who the hell threw it. Priceless!

Where my moments happened was the Battalion Airsoft Arena in Jacksonville FL and I run one of these babies:

I've faced a few WE GBBRs in the field. I also have a WE SCAR. It's a project, for sure.

EDIT: I have found that most WE GBBRs tend to have some problems somewhere, and they are usually in need of fixing. In the case of the SCAR, it's in need of a complete overhaul right out of the box. And that brings me to another, "Oh shit," airsoft moment...

There was that time when I went to fire my SCAR at several advancing enemies and all I got was a *click*.

My mag had leaked all of the gas out, and it left me in a nasty position. Needless to say, I had some marks on me for the next week or so from three people opening up on me at a moderate range.

 

[SadisticFire]

Hmph.I never really had one of those moments as I take most emergent dangerous situation with sarcasm.

Well, hmph. Alright so when I was in elementry school, I was getting off the bus, and as I was on the last step to get off, a car passed by the buss(illegal) going way past the speed limit, and passed to the right of the bus, infront of the door, and on the sidewalk. My foot brushed against the car side tearing some rubber off. I only though "Well that was illegal"

It happened twice. My bus driver stopped dropping me off there.

 

[The Funslinger]

Oh man do I have a few of those.

Biggest one would be the time I was in a heated argument with some other kid (we were around 13ish at the time) about some bullshit that is too stupid for me to ever admit.
All normal so far right?
We progressively got more heated until we were shouting and threatening each other.
Still normal I say.

Then he pushed me and as I was about to retaliate he pulled out a knife.

Now I didn't go "Oh shit" then. No, my mind didn't have thoughts for a few seconds after I saw the knife.

Then came my thoughts of "Ohshitohshitohshitohfuckshitohshitfuck" etc.

Wasn't the first time someone pulled a knife on me (though I'd like to think I'd go Oh shit no matter how often it happened) but it was the first time someone had done it purely from anger and it was the first time I 100% believed the person was going to stab me to death.

Similar situation, except rather than an argument between peers, it was a mugging.

I was stabbed in the leg. *****-ass didn't get my wallet, though.

I was crossing a road, when some old lady in a (parked) car started her engine, and regardless of me being right in front of her shot forward, and came within inches of slamming into me. Someone needs their license revoked.

Then, I remember when I was a kid, the mother of all fights broke out. Like... an outdoor riot. I was pretty much separated off from anyone who might help me, surrounded by people who decided they then all had some kind of personal beef with me. Got bum rushed by half a dozen or so people, and forced to my knees. Unfortunately, this was during a non-uniform day. Why is this unfortunate? Because two people held me down while the others whipped me with those big-ass pocket chains. Then there was the time I was tied to a tree and beaten with wooden stilts. The time I was assaulted en mass by every boy in my year and the years above me, including my supposed best friend.

Yeah, come to think of it, my school life was full of 'oh shit' moments, because for some reason after my sisters and their friends left the school, I became public enemy number one.

Do you have any idea why you were treated like this? It sounds like you were targetted? Was it racism? Or did you do something to them?

Well, I'm multiracial (mostly white, part Romani) but we only found that out a few months ago, and I look whiter than snow, so it can't have been that.

Probably just because I used to be smaller than everyone else, most likely.

Oh yeah, I got picked on for being skinny as well. Kids are such troublemakers.
When you say Romani do you mean Gypsy? Because I've heard people use that word in different meanings.

Yeah, I mean Romani as in Gypsy. I tend to stick to saying Romani, because Gypsy is also incorrectly used to refer to Irish Travellers, which would confuse people.

The rule of thumb is Romanian = to be from Romania. Romani = Gypsy. Though their roots are in Romania, but they've been declared their own ethnic group, due to how far separated they are.

 

[HoneyVision]

Oh man do I have a few of those.

Biggest one would be the time I was in a heated argument with some other kid (we were around 13ish at the time) about some bullshit that is too stupid for me to ever admit.
All normal so far right?
We progressively got more heated until we were shouting and threatening each other.
Still normal I say.

Then he pushed me and as I was about to retaliate he pulled out a knife.

Now I didn't go "Oh shit" then. No, my mind didn't have thoughts for a few seconds after I saw the knife.

Then came my thoughts of "Ohshitohshitohshitohfuckshitohshitfuck" etc.

Wasn't the first time someone pulled a knife on me (though I'd like to think I'd go Oh shit no matter how often it happened) but it was the first time someone had done it purely from anger and it was the first time I 100% believed the person was going to stab me to death.

Similar situation, except rather than an argument between peers, it was a mugging.

I was stabbed in the leg. *****-ass didn't get my wallet, though.

I was crossing a road, when some old lady in a (parked) car started her engine, and regardless of me being right in front of her shot forward, and came within inches of slamming into me. Someone needs their license revoked.

Then, I remember when I was a kid, the mother of all fights broke out. Like... an outdoor riot. I was pretty much separated off from anyone who might help me, surrounded by people who decided they then all had some kind of personal beef with me. Got bum rushed by half a dozen or so people, and forced to my knees. Unfortunately, this was during a non-uniform day. Why is this unfortunate? Because two people held me down while the others whipped me with those big-ass pocket chains. Then there was the time I was tied to a tree and beaten with wooden stilts. The time I was assaulted en mass by every boy in my year and the years above me, including my supposed best friend.

Yeah, come to think of it, my school life was full of 'oh shit' moments, because for some reason after my sisters and their friends left the school, I became public enemy number one.

Do you have any idea why you were treated like this? It sounds like you were targetted? Was it racism? Or did you do something to them?

Well, I'm multiracial (mostly white, part Romani) but we only found that out a few months ago, and I look whiter than snow, so it can't have been that.

Probably just because I used to be smaller than everyone else, most likely.

Oh yeah, I got picked on for being skinny as well. Kids are such troublemakers.
When you say Romani do you mean Gypsy? Because I've heard people use that word in different meanings.

Yeah, I mean Romani as in Gypsy. I tend to stick to saying Romani, because Gypsy is also incorrectly used to refer to Irish Travellers, which would confuse people.

The rule of thumb is Romanian = to be from Romania. Romani = Gypsy. Though their roots are in Romania, but they've been declared their own ethnic group, due to how far separated they are.

I thought that the Romani Gypsies had their roots in India.

 

[Linakrbcs]

Well, there was one incident during an organic chemistry lab. We'd been using chunks of sodium to dry solvents the week before. A few chunks were left over, and our supervisor was closing up for the day. There was a rule that any unlabelled equipment left lying around would be thrown out and we'd have to replace it with our own money, so I'd just put the bowl with the leftover sodium into my locker. A week later I found it, and it was covered with a white crust, so I assumed it had reacted with the moisture in the air to form sodium hydroxide and would be safe to throw out. I poured some water on it to dilute it. I then realized that only outermost layers of the sodium had reacted with the air and there was a good amount of elemantal sodium left underneath. This caught fire and exploded in my face. My safety googles were the only thing that saved me from going blind. Although at the time I was mostly panicking because I thought our supervisor would notice and kick me out of the lab for being such a monumental idiot, which would have meant repeating the entire lab course and losing a whole semester.

 

[cojo965]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

God damn motherfuckers, what, were they colorblind? How do you out two guys on your own fucking team AND draw blood on one of them? Okay rage done, what do you run and where was this?

The scenario was set up so that teams were ambiguous. It was designed to instill a sense of fear when you encountered another player. The only reason I had that squad of 8 was because we stuck together from the start, and two of the others had radios as well, so we stayed in contact and knew who hadn't been killed yet.

It was a blast, and there were no hard feelings between me and the guy who shot me. It's all part of the game. I am, however, still upset that I left six guys in the treeline. I should have had us form a line and sweep through the field. We could have shot those two and then revived them later (per scenario rules), and had them join us once we figured out which side they belonged to.

This was at a place called Frog Holler paintball. I run a Marui G36C, but I am moving to a Magpull PTS SV this spring. I figured I needed something more 'Merican and I had some extra money from my tax refund.

But yeah, airsoft never stop producing those, "Oh sh.." moments. I am particularly fond of the grenade one as well, hearing the bang and not knowing who the hell threw it. Priceless!

Where my moments happened was the Battalion Airsoft Arena in Jacksonville FL and I run one of these babies:

I've faced a few WE GBBRs in the field. I also have a WE SCAR. It's a project, for sure.

EDIT: I have found that most WE GBBRs tend to have some problems somewhere, and they are usually in need of fixing. In the case of the SCAR, it's in need of a complete overhaul right out of the box. And that brings me to another, "Oh shit," airsoft moment...

There was that time when I went to fire my SCAR at several advancing enemies and all I got was a *click*.

My mag had leaked all of the gas out, and it left me in a nasty position. Needless to say, I had some marks on me for the next week or so from three people opening up on me at a moderate range.

Mine wasn't leaky enough for that problem in game but shortly after getting the gun the firing pin came out. After it was returned it has worked without problems ever since, shame the same can't be said about the mags but admittedly I blame WE for that. For one, why two parts for one gas chamber? And two, there has to be a better way to get BBs into the mag that what they went with because it takes quite a bit of force just to get one BB in. It really does strike me as putting too much thought into a simple concept.

 

[The Funslinger]

Oh man do I have a few of those.

Biggest one would be the time I was in a heated argument with some other kid (we were around 13ish at the time) about some bullshit that is too stupid for me to ever admit.
All normal so far right?
We progressively got more heated until we were shouting and threatening each other.
Still normal I say.

Then he pushed me and as I was about to retaliate he pulled out a knife.

Now I didn't go "Oh shit" then. No, my mind didn't have thoughts for a few seconds after I saw the knife.

Then came my thoughts of "Ohshitohshitohshitohfuckshitohshitfuck" etc.

Wasn't the first time someone pulled a knife on me (though I'd like to think I'd go Oh shit no matter how often it happened) but it was the first time someone had done it purely from anger and it was the first time I 100% believed the person was going to stab me to death.

Similar situation, except rather than an argument between peers, it was a mugging.

I was stabbed in the leg. *****-ass didn't get my wallet, though.

I was crossing a road, when some old lady in a (parked) car started her engine, and regardless of me being right in front of her shot forward, and came within inches of slamming into me. Someone needs their license revoked.

Then, I remember when I was a kid, the mother of all fights broke out. Like... an outdoor riot. I was pretty much separated off from anyone who might help me, surrounded by people who decided they then all had some kind of personal beef with me. Got bum rushed by half a dozen or so people, and forced to my knees. Unfortunately, this was during a non-uniform day. Why is this unfortunate? Because two people held me down while the others whipped me with those big-ass pocket chains. Then there was the time I was tied to a tree and beaten with wooden stilts. The time I was assaulted en mass by every boy in my year and the years above me, including my supposed best friend.

Yeah, come to think of it, my school life was full of 'oh shit' moments, because for some reason after my sisters and their friends left the school, I became public enemy number one.

Do you have any idea why you were treated like this? It sounds like you were targetted? Was it racism? Or did you do something to them?

Well, I'm multiracial (mostly white, part Romani) but we only found that out a few months ago, and I look whiter than snow, so it can't have been that.

Probably just because I used to be smaller than everyone else, most likely.

Oh yeah, I got picked on for being skinny as well. Kids are such troublemakers.
When you say Romani do you mean Gypsy? Because I've heard people use that word in different meanings.

Yeah, I mean Romani as in Gypsy. I tend to stick to saying Romani, because Gypsy is also incorrectly used to refer to Irish Travellers, which would confuse people.

The rule of thumb is Romanian = to be from Romania. Romani = Gypsy. Though their roots are in Romania, but they've been declared their own ethnic group, due to how far separated they are.

I thought that the Romani Gypsies had their roots in India.

For a variety of reasons, many Romanies choose not to register their ethnic identity in official censuses. There are an estimated four million Romani people in Europe (as of 2002),[40] although some high estimates by Romani organizations give numbers as high as 14 million.[41] Significant Romani populations are found in the Balkan peninsula, in some Central European states, in Spain, France, Russia and Ukraine. Several million more Romanies may live out of Europe, in particular in the Middle East and in the Americas.
The Romani people recognize divisions among themselves based in part on territorial, cultural and dialectal differences and self-designation. The main branches are:[42][43][44][45]
Roma, concentrated in central and eastern Europe and central Italy, emigrated also (mostly from the 19th century onwards) to the rest of Europe, but also on the other continents;
Iberian Kale, mostly in Spain (see Romani people in Spain), but also in Portugal (see Romani people in Portugal), Southern France and Latin America;
Finnish Kale, in Finland, emigrated also to Sweden;
Welsh Kale, in Wales;
Romanichal, in the United Kingdom, emigrated also to the United States and Australia;
Sinti, in German-speaking areas of Europe and some neighboring countries;
Manush, in French-speaking areas of Western Europe;
Romanisæl, in Sweden and Norway.

Though according to Wikipedia, prior to all this crap, they did migrate from a region in India.

Fair enough. As I said, I've only known about this a short time

I suppose that's why they would have their own ethnic identity.

 

[shadyh8er]

Some idiot stopped in the middle of the road when my brother was driving. He only decided to continue moving forward at the exact moment my brother passed him. So this asshole has the balls to pull into my driveway and hurl accusations that my brother "almost wrecked them."

Luckily my dad came outside wearing his creepiest grin, and they high tailed it out of there.

 

[Ironbat92]

Pretty much when I saw a car crash happen right in front of me.

 

[Alex Graves]

Oh joy an oh shit thread, where to begin. Let's see the time I was nearly set on fire because my brother threw gasoline on the bon fire I was standing in front of. No, how about the whole taking a rake to the face and having ten doctors hold down the four year old to give him stitches, na I tell that one to much. Rusted metal fence to the leg, no? Then how about the four car reacks? Or the brakes going out as we head down a 65-75 degree angled hill missing a car on both sides so close the air should have scratched the paint on all three cars, na to boring. The other time I was set on fire? shot? stabbed? stabbed again? blunt force trama? survivors guilt knowing you are alive because of the Oklahoma city bombing that allowed you to not be hung? blacking out for three seconds to find your about to remove someones face with your fist? having a loaded gun waved in your face for no other reason then because it is loaded? over-dosed on pain pills? seventy-five counts of suicide brought on by mental breakdowns and crushing depression?

...man...my life has been so boring...guess the worst was going from just starting a nice new job saving up money up for your first place and then being droped off in the country side at a half way house for convicts. That was a fun "Oh shit" moment, goes from "well fuck I'm getting sent back half-way cross country to a place where there is no work" to "Oh shit how many of these guys have killed people...I don't want to get stabbed again that isn't fun". Oh and before anyone asks, family....yup...family. >.>

Uh, wow?


How you are still alive is just baffling.

The only reason I can come up with is I'm immortal/unkillable in any way that isn't stupid/hilarious(most likely death by flaming banana turds). That or I'm not human and just get killed in a different way...still not sure how I survived a lot of it let alone the fact I am still breathing, sane, and not in a coma.

Edit: The double post sent me a second notification to this quote. XD

 

[Jewrean]

I put a pitchfork through my foot. I ingested my grandfather's heart medicine, thinking it was vitamin C, and had to be rushed to the hospital, red as a tomato. Was in the passenger seat of a car that went of a cliff, and a tree went through the windshield and just missed my face. I was playing on the playground on a wet day, I slipped off the top platform and landed comically with my legs apart, 5 metres down, on a pole. I've had testicle torsion, and almost lost a testicle... funny, I had only just slept on it weird.

 

[TheHighDino]

Mine isn't very spectacular, but a while ago, at school these two big guys - I think they were 18 at the time- started beating the crap out of each other in front of everyone. One of them got some good hits in and the other one ended up lying on the ground covered in blood before the fight was broken up.
It was an "Oh Shit" moment because, growing up where I am is pretty uneventful, it was the first real fight I'd seen and definitely the most blood I've seen in real life.

 

[Dethenger]

Waking up in the morning to a single indigestion burp.
The foul, putrid taste of your own ill flatulence fills and then escapes your mouth and you know that something is wrong. You know what the day has in store: Constant trips to the bathroom. Perpetual queasiness. Violent expulsions--from which end you can only guess at.

Similarly, the introductory sore throat. You feel fine the majority of the day, but sometime in the afternoon your throat starts to hurt a little bit; swallowing is a bit of a chore. You think it's just a little thing, that you'll be fine, but deep down you know that it will escalate overnight and by the time you awake your sinuses will be clogged, your nose runny, your voice gone, and your throat--sore? Ha. If only.

So yes: For me in any case, my "oh shit" moments come usually from my first sign of being sick.

Another one I had recently, though: Realizing that something doesn't support your weight. I went hiking with a few friends recently. Well, "hiking" isn't really the word: We went adjacent to the trail, largely freerunning up the river instead. I felt like Connor from Assassin's Creed III, man. But when you're walking across a tree branch that you thought was solid footing... man, hearing that creak--God forbid crack--is a definite "oh shit" moment.

 

[triggrhappy94]

Any sportsman or archer is going to call me an idiot for this and I deserve it, but I was like 13 and dumb.

My friend had recently gotten a cheap recurve bow and some range arrows, and we really got into shooting at stuff in his backyard (in our suburban neighborhood). I decided one afternoon, that I really wanted to shoot an apple with an arrow. This really isn't an easy thing to do, at least not that day. After missing a couple times and getting frustrated, I tried standing right over the apple on the ground and shooting straight down. While it was sitting on bricks. Without wearing glasses or goggles. Yes, I was that dumb. After missing again, the arrow bounced back and zoomed inches from my face. I was done with archery for the rest of that day, it was a little too close for comfort.


In addition to that, I've had a couple close calls while driving, but who hasn't?
I've never gotten into an accident; I'm actually a really nervous driver.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Twice, both with the same thing happening. First time was in high school. I was goofing off a bit, preparing for a sketch in drama class. Walking backwards, fell to the ground. Friends asked if I was all right, and I realized "Oh, shit, I can't move my knee."

Second time, I was stepping over a low brick wall to prepare to help my grandma pick oranges from her orange tree, and I felt my leg give out under me, and my "Oh shit" moment was when I looked at my leg.

Both times, my knee had dislocated. The second time basically required surgery.

 

[Nouw]

"The vocal auditions are today."

-insert oh shit here-

On the bright side, it saved me from a day of worrying >.>.