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I have hit my head to concrete :headbang: wrestling two other big guys,add 3 big guys weight together and imagine them flying to a wall with one guys head hitting only, it hurt but I was alive. Got attacked by 6 guys but not even strached by their fists and kicks(all hitting but no no effect) then slapping them until they ran off. Another time me and 15 students under my lead got attacked by 40-50 other students, 20 of them were not students but street thugs called by them. They had iron pipes, screwdrivers etc. my leather jacket protected me from being stabbed once and one of my right hand guys blocked another. I counterattacked a group of street dogs with my school bag to get a girl to safety of school bus and got away with it without getting bitten :D
Of course the fights I didn't involve myself are a greater feat but unfortunately I can't boast by those tales of running away :D Running away is 9/10 of manhood and the 1/10 is not to be seen they say :D


What have you survived so far? Accidents, fights, riots etc...

I fell off a motorbike travelling at ~60km/h once and survived unscathed, except for a minor scratch on my chin.

I fell off a motorbike travelling at ~60km/h once and survived unscathed, except for a minor scratch on my chin.

I crash a mo-ped into a hedge at 30 miles an hour. I wasn't pleasant.

We all know that this thread will just turn into a Lunatic Goofballs wank fest as everyone gets amazed by his story.


Hopefully it'll be a new one, because he's going to win this thread regardless.




(apologies to LG for any pressure to perform that this puts on him)

Uh... where do you live? Getting attacked by mobs of fifty people?

I have hit my head to concrete :headbang: wrestling two other big guys,add 3 big guys weight together and imagine them flying to a wall with one guys head hitting only, it hurt but I was alive. Got attacked by 6 guys but not even strached by their fists and kicks(all hitting but no no effect) then slapping them until they ran off. Another time me and 15 students under my lead got attacked by 40-50 other students, 20 of them were not students but street thugs called by them. They had iron pipes, screwdrivers etc. my leather jacket protected me from being stabbed once and one of my right hand guys blocked another. I counterattacked a group of street dogs with my school bag to get a girl to safety of school bus and got away with it without getting bitten :D
Of course the fights I didn't involve myself are a greater feat but unfortunately I can't boast by those tales of running away :D Running away is 9/10 of manhood and the 1/10 is not to be seen they say :D


What have you survived so far? Accidents, fights, riots etc...

I have a new hero. :rolleyes:

Uh... where do you live? Getting attacked by mobs of fifty people?

Well, that happened to me when I was 10, and nearly again when I was about 13. Except in both incidents they were unarmed.

We all know that this thread will just turn into a Lunatic Goofballs wank fest as everyone gets amazed by his story.


Hopefully it'll be a new one, because he's going to win this thread regardless.

And then we tell stories about how we survived jacking off LG without breaking our arms?

You know.. because of the high-velocity bowling balls and other heavy stuff within proximity of his genetalia..

I have no tales of surviving unscathed after losing a fight. I have not lost.

Trilby63;11742974']And then we tell stories about how we survived jacking off LG without breaking our arms?

You know.. because of the high-velocity bowling balls and other heavy stuff within proximity of his genetalia..



Spread eagled on a bowling lane and getting nailed in the nuts with a bowling ball. Fking classic.

Spread eagled on a bowling lane and getting nailed in the nuts with a bowling ball. Fking classic.

No matter how close you get, you just can't knock down that particular pin...

http://www.leaderpromos.com/images/catalog/bowlingpinstressreliever_big.jpg

Twang.

Spread eagled on a bowling lane and getting nailed in the nuts with a bowling ball. Fking classic.

And with the whole of NSG taking turns with the hand cream...

I was bought up in the Yakuza. I'm tuff. :rolleyes: :p

Hit three times in the head with a wooden pole nearly three inches in diameter. Pole broke on the third swing. no damage to me whatsoever. I didn't charge in and stab the dude though because he was holding the broken pole like he wanted to use it like a spear and all I had was a pocket knife. Never had to tap out on an Achilles lock in grappling, and never tapped on a guillotine choke. Never been knocked out ever.

I counterattacked a group of street dogs with my school bag to get a girl to safety of school bus and got away with it without getting bitten :D

I would wish I was you other than the fact that you wear a leather jacket and are thus bad to the bone

I once ran into the corner of a brick wall when I was 4 I have a scare on my forehead but I’m still alive which is a miracle:)

Some guy jumped me from behind then punched and kicked me for a few minutes and all I got was a small bruise on the back of my head.

I'm so invulnerable I don't get into fights, wrestle, hit my head off hard solid objects, or get hit in the balls with a bowling ball.

I'm so invulnerable I don't get into fights, wrestle, hit my head off hard solid objects, or get hit in the balls with a bowling ball.

Me neither. I have quite an adversion to pain.

Though I often suffer from serious friction burn.

We all know that this thread will just turn into a Lunatic Goofballs wank fest as everyone gets amazed by his story.


Hopefully it'll be a new one, because he's going to win this thread regardless.




(apologies to LG for any pressure to perform that this puts on him)

I have a hard time remembering which tales of my wild youth I have told before, and which I haven't. Suffice to say that you have heard most of the really good ones. :p

I belong to the "Evasion"-School of Invulnerability, so I haven't taken a lot of beatings. I've been shot at once, but that guy was drunk and stupid, so he missed. I've also had a firearm "discharged" in my general direction, but he wasn't really aiming (fucking hicks and their "unloaded" guns, goddammit).
I do, however, have a lot of falls to my record. Three out of 2nd story windows and one out of a 3rd, as well as more stairway falls (1-3 flights) then I care to remember (and, no, no of these were jumps, I just have some difficulties dealing with the whole "gravity" thing).
That's all more due to luck than constitution, but being lucky is better than being healthy anyway, so I take what I get.

Driving my car at 120 km/hr on wet roads (ahh...the foolish of youth!), I came round a corner and found a bus stopped right in the middle of the road. With a drainage ditch on one side and oncoming traffic the other, the only option was rear-ending the bus.
Except I didn't rear-end it.
I went under it.
Took the roof off the car.
Through dumb luck more than anything, I hit the back wheel of the bus which stopped my progress. Ended up with the rear of the bus a few cms away from my face.
Got out of the car with nothing more than a tiny scratch on my left thumb - somehow even all the broken glass being thrown back in my face managed to miss cutting me.
A fireman found my radiator cap about 30 feet in front of the bus - that's how large the force of impact was.


Other car accident I've had, I went over a bank, flipped, and slid down 20 feet on the roof. I had to crawl out the passengers door as mine was crushed in. The roof was crushed to only a couple of cms above the dash, but again I walked away with nothing more than a slight cut on my forehead.

Fiddlebottoms, why is it you have no post count and no link on your name?

I got run over by a dump truck once while being shot 7 times by a mob of angry pengiuns. I walked away with only a collapsed lung, 6 broken bones, and 2 weeks in a coma. I'm like superman:D

Fiddlebottoms, why is it you have no post count and no link on your name?
Your questions are one of the many things that I am invulnerable to.
One of the others is prohibitions against ending a sentence on a preposition.

Fist-sized rock from a water balloon launcher hit me in the face, I've got a little scar under my eye from it.

I once jumped off a twelve foot wall and landed on my face... I thought it was only about two foot tall...

And I had a lolly-pop in my mouth (I was about eight) at the time so that whacked straight down my throat.

Apart from that I've had a relatively pain-free life. I've never even broken a bone.

EDIT: Oh yeah, I've had a few beatings aswell, the biggest being in aught-three at an anti-war march.

I'm not invulnerable :(

*remembers hospital trip & stitches from going laser-questing*
But the upside was that even leaving half way through, I still didn't lose the game :)

When I was in first grade I kicked the crap out of a 3rd, 5th and 6th grader with my lunch box. My first day of school and my first (but certainly not last) day seeing the principal.

In my youth, I was a pretty tough Mofu. Which was good, because I was also a clumsy oaf. I've slammed car doors on my finger, jumped off high garage roofs (once onto concrete *ouch*), fell on ice, and tripped over my own large feet during a race and landed on asphalt *ouch*. With all that, I've never broke any bones. A lot of bruises and a few scars, but no serious injuries.

I was once in a tree chopping an old tree house down. It put the axe clean through the fleshy end of my thumb. I did not feel anything until the doctor in A&E said 'this might hurt a bit....'

I fainted (I was only 13 at the time though)

I have two tales of invulnerability.

I was downtown during a big car show checking things out. On the way home I got hit by a drunk driver from behind. I was launched through an intersection in the air, hit the ground rolling and right up onto my feet. I suffered no injury from that, and the drunk got away because the two breathalyzers the police used broke during his test. What garbage. At any rate, sweet outcome considering.

The second was when I was driving my sportbike through some intense twisties in a rural area (a really rural area, as I am in Atlantic Canada). Come around a sharp corner and behold, a massive spill of gravel over the entire road. I jam the brakes to try to come to a stop or at least try to pull into the other lane (less gravelly) but my rear locks up - the road was a bit wet and that probably didn't help. The bike slides out from underneath me as it hits the gravel and I am thrown off. I am thrown directly into one of those 8"x8" guard rail posts sunk into the ground. I pull it out of the ground before continuing on through the air - off a cliff. It was a 60ft cliff and I went straight to the bottom *head first*. All I suffered was a minor concussion, though they kept me in the hospital for observations that night. Sweet.

Uh... where do you live? Getting attacked by mobs of fifty people?

Getting attacked by 50 people isn't any worse than getting attacked by 5 people. Only so many people can get to you at a time, and most of them take turns.

I would wish I was you other than the fact that you wear a leather jacket and are thus bad to the bone

I once ran into the corner of a brick wall when I was 4 I have a scare on my forehead but I’m still alive which is a miracle:)
Uh... where do you live? Getting attacked by mobs of fifty people?

I have a new hero. :rolleyes:

My school was in another area of city far from my home. Around the prison area, depots, factories spewing filth to this ugly mess of concrete and steel. Basement factories with illegal workers. The people looked to you if you are gay, just because your face was clean. The entire area was full of immigrants from poor regions, some of them didn't even knew turkish. Transexuals, homeless, gangs, drug addicts... There were rotten parks around.

Everyday coming to school, going out to lunch and finally returning to home, I felt God rolling on the random encounter table for me. It is not a nice experience but after you survive you can at least feel yourself good.