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This thread is to learn of your greatest acts of ownage that you have made in your lives. Tell me what was your proudest moment of giving somone their comeuppance!

For me it was last year. I encountered an old school bully, one who had made my teenage years a misery. Now, I had changed a lot since then, and i'm no longer the coward I once was. He was alone, but still thought he could bully me.

(Just for note the next act was in self defence)

After missing me several times with his punches, for added humiliation, I slammed his head into the wall, breaking his nose. Bursting into tears, he ran off. I never saw him again. I tell you, I never felt so good in that moment than I ever did before. To finally own the bully who had taunted me for many years was a great feeling.

So how about you? Acts of ownage?

Guess none of you have any good stories...

*Tumbleweed rolls by*

none really. closest i can think of is when playing a LAN game of Red Alert years ago and two of my friends were owning me pretty badly. i asked if i could join their alliance and all three of us go after friend #4, but they kept on refusing and laughing about how much ass i sucked. long story short, i just managed to defend myself from their joint armies, build up huge defenses, and create a massive fleet of cruisers. the latter parked themselves just next to each of their bases and shelled ten shades of shit out of both of them, while my uber defenses easily mopped up their ground units when they came after my base as a last act of desperation.

it felt good ;)

i know its not much, but its the best story i got :(

Guess none of you have any good stories...

*Tumbleweed rolls by*

No not really any of my own, but I come from a large family, and I remember when my little brother Richard was 15, just before he left school.

He was beaten up by a group of about 6 kids, and over the course of the next 6 months tracked them down, waited until he could get each one in a one on one situation, and individualy kicked seven kinds of crap outa each of them, but then he was always angry(third child syndrome) which is why my dad made him take up boxing!

When I first started secondary school I flicked a coin that was in my hand and it hit this guy who was about 7 inches taller than me in the back of his head. I apologised and asked if it hurt. He said no. He then turned round and punched me in the face as hard as he could, which was very hard. He then said oh sorry, did that hurt. He obviously expected me to run off crying. Instead, I punched him back and his head smacked into a brick wall behind him. I carried on hitting him until he grabbed my wrists but I just grabbed his hair and pulled it as low as I could, then kneed him in the face. He ran off crying. It felt soooo good.

hee hee... thats more like it...

Heh strange innit that so far all tales have been about violent retribution. Umm is that a male thing I wonder, come on girls lets have your stories.

I was playing paintball in an indoor arena and the teams were 2 vs 2. One of our opponents had already been hit but the remaining guy was quite good. So my teammate stayed up on a tower and kept him distracted while I crawled slowly down the side of the arena, hiding in buildings and behind walls until I came up directly on his right. I paused to savor the moment before I let fly with a hail of shots that caught him completely by surprise.

pwned!

Heh strange innit that so far all tales have been about violent retribution. Umm is that a male thing I wonder, come on girls lets have your stories.

I love your cynisism. :D

I love your cynisism. :D

Not cynisism as such, more like appreciation of differant interpretations of the concept 'owned'.

I truely do wonder if there is a gender bias to this.:)

Who, me? But I'm so sweet and lovable. Clearly I would never engage in such mischief. ;)

While I was in the Marines, I participated in a joint exercise with the Army. We kicked a fair bit of ass, but they had this Ranger squad that kept on slipping through and nailing our CP.

On the last day of the exercise, our Lt and all of the non-coms got together to try and figure out where this bunch was going to try and run our lines, and we figured this deep wadi full of brush and thornbush was their most likely avenue of attack.

That wadi was hot, dusty, full of biting flies and scorpions - but it was all worth it when those Rangers walked straight into our gunsights!

Science class a couple of weeks ago. Really annoying girl is sitting behind me, and the teacher asks me jokingly if I ever listen to her taunts. My response:

"I always listen to [NAME CENSORED], because she's, you know, she's more of a man than I'll ever be."

Half a second for the pin to drop. Amusingly enough, the girl in question didn't get it till three minutes later. Felt soooo good.

I have too many.

Guess none of you have any good stories...

*Tumbleweed rolls by*
NSG isn't that active anymore, TIN Man.

Anyway, years ago I had this teacher for Biology at school, who was probably the worst teacher we ever had (except for the one who left after three hours). The class had made a test (part of the school exams) and according to her the lowest grade you could get was a 0. The entire class argued against her, saying the lowest grade had always been a 1. She didn't believe us and kept the grades as they were. The following day the lesson started with thesame argument, but this time I was prepared for it; I had the official program with all the examrules in it with me. In front of the entire class I walked up to her when she said she was allowed to give a 0 and laid the rulebook before her and poitned to the line saing 'The lowest grade one can get for an exam is a 1'. She fell silent and I walked back with part of the class laughing quietly.

Heh strange innit that so far all tales have been about violent retribution. Umm is that a male thing I wonder, come on girls lets have your stories.

I can tell of an odd story that happened some time ago when I was in school. One of the students in the middle of a class started banging his head against the table very violently, causing a lot of heads to turn his way. Shortly after that, he did a lot of wordless shouting, jumped up and challenging anyone who made eye contact with him with fists and a butterfly knife he had smuggled in. The class and teacher vacated at that point, leaving just that guy, and one other student.

Who sat there, and laughed.

Even after drawing the hostile attentions of the other student, she sat there, still laughing. And kept on at it after he threw a chair at her, though it narrowly missed. Shortly after that, the student seemed to calm down and was taken away by the teachers.

The laugher got some odd looks, but that was about it.

I truely do wonder if there is a gender bias to this.:)

I suppose that is true. Guys seem to be the ones with the concept of owned.

I apologise on behalf of my gender.

I suppose that is true. Guys seem to be the ones with the concept of owned.

I apologise on behalf of my gender.

Hah no need, suck it up and be a man, who cares what facless 'netheads think, right!:salute:

Hah no need, suck it up and be a man, who cares what facless 'netheads think, right!:salute:

I do. There's not enough respect in the world, and I intend to rectify that error.

I do. There's not enough respect in the world, and I intend to rectify that error.

Umm thats a tricky thing that, what exactly do YOU mean by respect, how should such a thing work, is it freely given, is it earned, do some not deserve it, do all need it?

What of the youth version, is it fine to knife a boy for a seeming lack of it?

Do such actions as stabing a disrespectful boy instantly earn one respect? Should it?

This exchange on facebook e-mail service. i got no idea who mister dove is, but hey


D***** Dove

prik

gothicbob

i think the word you looking for is prick. May i ask why? Are you just a illiterate asshole who likes insulting people or have i done anything to deserve such a title.

D***** Dove

no shit i no ow 2 spel it.its called slang u gimp.ye u av saying shit about people wiv different colour of hair uva than blonde or black.i wud luv 2 meet sum1 like u 2 giv u fukin smak in the face faggot

gothicbob

You know how to spell? I am sorry my uneducated friend but I need to see some evidence before I believe such a incredulous claim, even looking at your
profile there is still little evidence to back your claim, please provide some and I will recant saying you can't spell.
Let look at the definition of the word slang:
Slang (slng)
.
1. A kind of language occurring chiefly in casual and playful speech, made up typically of short-lived coinages and figures of speech that are deliberately used in place of standard terms for added raciness, humor, irreverence, or other effect.
2. Language peculiar to a group; argot or jargon
(Ref: www.thefreedictionary.com)

Well you fail to fulfill the first, as our discussion is anything but playful or casual so I must assume that the second definition is true in this case. Now with a little research, I have found only one social group that write like you. The group which is in political correct terms known as educationally sub-normal, you may have also heard this group rather crassly called the stupid. I must now assume, after following the evidence you have provide me with, that you number among this peculiar social group. Please if you do not, provide me with evidence and I will, of course, also recant this assumption.

Now I will try to answer your argument with me, as far as I am able to decipher it from your message, again, please correct me I make a false assumption at any point. You appear to believe I have a problem with people who hair differs in colour from blond or black. As I personally have brown hair and I am also in a relationship with a redheaded lady, I feel that you could only have come to such a conclusion from the groups I belong to. Looking at my group I find only two which mention hair colour explicitly. They are the difference between redhead and ginger which can be found at http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=7624596726 and Redheads are Gingers and they have no soul which can be found at http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2358025814. I shall refer to these as group 1 and group 2 respectfully. Now let check out group 1, in this it put out that ginger people are ugly or male but redheads are not. It also claims paradoxically, that the hair colour is the same. Group 1 is merely about creating system of labeling attractiveness, which, as also mention within the group, is personal taste, (hence the "WiFi test"). I can only assume that this group is not the group to cause you to draw your erroneousness conclusion. This of course leave group 2. Now this group claims a lack of soul in people of a certain hair colour, this group was created for comic effect and is not meant to offend but mere point out an obscure folk belief but you seem to miss the point. But I do ask you to prove the group wrong, or even that you or I have a soul. If you can do that conclusively, first contact the pope, he may want to speak to you and then tell me, and I will again recant all I have said. Though I do feel that belonging to group 1 dose rather contradict group 2.

Now for your threat, I would like to see you try to hit me, or anyone like me in fact, as I feel that you may be rather surprise at the consequences. All I will say is that any exchange of blow will be in my favor not your. I also feel that calling me fagot, is both homophobic and in error. I am not gay, I am in a relationship with a young lady and I even have a young child of 20 months, so I must refute this accusation. I must also advise you that homophobia is both a sign of low intellect and against the law. Please stop.

I am waiting with baited breath for your response
gothicbob

D***** Dove

all i can say is u must b 1 sad **** 2 write all that!and have no life all i can say is ur a weirdo and a gimp.dont message me again bkoz itz annoyin

gothicbob

You define being educated and literate as me being a sad ****! you poor man! Well my dear friend, (i call you friend as they say a person is judged by his enemy and i refuse to be judge as lowly as you) this is my last message, (as long as you don't message me back, as i will alway reply).
I think i can safely say that you are the gimp in this instance and proberly in life as well. I do not randomly send insulting, badly spelt messages to people i do not know. As for being a weirdo, well i am, it better then being the same as everyone else. You are a inbred arsehole who too scared to respond to any one who stands up and tells you to fuck off. Please do not procreate as the human race is in enough trouble and your off-spring could be the final blow to us
May you live in interesting times
gothicbob

it made me smile.

Umm thats a tricky thing that, what exactly do YOU mean by respect, how should such a thing work, is it freely given, is it earned, do some not deserve it, do all need it?

What of the youth version, is it fine to knife a boy for a seeming lack of it?

Do such actions as stabing a disrespectful boy instantly earn one respect? Should it?

I was refering to online sexism.

*snip*


Nicely done, but your finish needs work.


I think i can safely say that you are the gimp in this instance and proberly in life as well.

Spelling error here.


As for being a weirdo, well i am, it better then being the same as everyone else.

Should be "it being better than"

I was refering to online sexism.

Ahhhahhhh I see,then carry on!

Ahhhahhhh I see,then carry on!

What? You mean i'm actually right for a change?

One night in Germany in the late 1980s, I came out of a club to smoke (at about 2 AM - there was far too much smoke inside to taste my own cigarette).

It had been raining hard, and the rain had just stopped. I was standing in the street, and a young girl came out of the bar to smoke as well.

She asked me for a cigarette, and I told her, "You don't look old enough to smoke." Keep in mind that at the time, a 16 year old could buy beer, and there were plenty of 16 year olds hanging out there, trying to piss off their parents. I was 27, and not really interested in dealing with a 16 year old. She said, "I am old enough. I smoke, I drink, I do EVERYTHING."

I answered, "Bad things happen to people who hang around me. Accidents and incidents. You should watch out."

Now, I was standing out in the street, and she was standing under the awning over the front of the bar. Unbeknownst to either of us, the awning was full of water, and at the moment I stopped talking, the awning collapsed on her, drenching her from head to foot.

She took off running.

One night in Germany in the late 1980s, I came out of a club to smoke (at about 2 AM - there was far too much smoke inside to taste my own cigarette).

It had been raining hard, and the rain had just stopped. I was standing in the street, and a young girl came out of the bar to smoke as well.

She asked me for a cigarette, and I told her, "You don't look old enough to smoke." Keep in mind that at the time, a 16 year old could buy beer, and there were plenty of 16 year olds hanging out there, trying to piss off their parents. I was 27, and not really interested in dealing with a 16 year old. She said, "I am old enough. I smoke, I drink, I do EVERYTHING."

I answered, "Bad things happen to people who hang around me. Accidents and incidents. You should watch out."

Now, I was standing out in the street, and she was standing under the awning over the front of the bar. Unbeknownst to either of us, the awning was full of water, and at the moment I stopped talking, the awning collapsed on her, drenching her from head to foot.

She took off running.

That should be in a movie.

That should be in a movie.

That's one way to put it.

What? You mean i'm actually right for a change?

Yeah I know, that happens to me from time to time too!

Yeah I know, that happens to me from time to time too!

What's it like?

What's it like?

It's nice, it boosts your ego and everything.

I was playing paintball in an indoor arena and the teams were 2 vs 2. One of our opponents had already been hit but the remaining guy was quite good. So my teammate stayed up on a tower and kept him distracted while I crawled slowly down the side of the arena, hiding in buildings and behind walls until I came up directly on his right. I paused to savor the moment before I let fly with a hail of shots that caught him completely by surprise.

pwned!

You bunkered him? Sweet.

Unfortunately, I was owned during an event. 3 vs 3 random tourney (just for fun, at an Automags Online event). My roommate was on the other team, and he was the first one eliminated. Shortly after I split my pants ducking behind a spool, my two teammates were eliminated in quick succession. I saw one of the guys moving to my left, trying to get a better angle on me, and I let out a burst from my B2K, eliminating him. The problem was, the other guy used that time to get on the other side of the spool I was behind, then hit me twice as he came around (once in the right wrist, and once in the right shoulder). No pain (due to the adrenaline), but I knew I was hit.

Did I mention that during that game, it was pouring rain out? In fact, it rained most of the day.

I hate paintball. In the mid-1990s, I had to play because our company was doing "team building".

A couple of notes:

No one ever seems to fall flat to fire. I got in this habit in the infantry. So I was shooting people, as short a distance as 15 feet, and they missed and I hit them in the balls.

This was called "unfair".

I also shot people in the face or head, when I had time (shots that went further than about 15 feet).

This was called "unfair".

On one scenario, I was up in a little "fort" and the other team had to run up and grab the flag (while trying to suppress us with fire).

The one guy who was the runner - as he approached (I was using a pump-action paintball gun) I hit him twice in the face, once on the side of the head as he ran past, and twice in the back of the head as he reached for the flag (why he kept running I don't know, so I kept shooting).

He threw the flag down and shouted, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YOU! FUCK!"

My actions were considered "unfair".

Sorry, I don't believe in "fair" when it comes to shooting people, and you shouldn't play games that involve shooting people, especially with people who did it for a living.

This thread is to learn of your greatest acts of ownage that you have made in your lives. Tell me what was your proudest moment of giving somone their comeuppance!

For me it was last year. I encountered an old school bully, one who had made my teenage years a misery. Now, I had changed a lot since then, and i'm no longer the coward I once was. He was alone, but still thought he could bully me.

(Just for note the next act was in self defence)

After missing me several times with his punches, for added humiliation, I slammed his head into the wall, breaking his nose. Bursting into tears, he ran off. I never saw him again. I tell you, I never felt so good in that moment than I ever did before. To finally own the bully who had taunted me for many years was a great feeling.

So how about you? Acts of ownage?

I was sick a lot during the year I was 14, so I missed a lot of class. I kept up as best I could, doing schoolwork when I was in hospital, or in recovery.

I get back to school just in time for a set of make-up tests. One other kid (the Math teacher's pet) is also making up a missed test.

We each miss one question, and the teacher decides this is evidence that I cheated (since - I guess, I've not been at school, so I must have been copying the other kid).

I objected strongly. Strongly enough that it escalates all the way to the Headmaster (principal, I guess, to our American cousins), letters to parents, etc. Teacher won't back down, I won't back down. Parents are called to school, etc.

My solution? Set me another test, right now, and we'll see how I do. Everyone agrees, test is set, it takes me five minutes to ace it - 100%.

I'm right, and looking good. Teacher is proved wrong, and proved to have jumped to an entirely unfair conclusion just because she didn't like me.

geekpwnage.

Yeah I have a good one

I moved to a new suburb which was apparently well known for it's local Blood gang. At a party some dude from high school spent a good hour telling me that the suburb was Crip territory and telling me how to do the Crip hand sign and say "Cs Up!" and all that. Obviously he wanted me to get my ass kicked. I should also add that he used to give me a hard time in highschool too.

Well I found this out a few months later, luckily nothing happened to me. But I wanted revenge. This guy was a reall whigger a-hole, btw. I believe he honestly thought he was black.

So I waited until someone we both knew threw another party (this was 2 years after highschool).

Before the party I obtained 4 doses of strong LSD (This guy had never touched the stuff before, neither had most of the others at the party, my longtime interest in psychedelics was the only reason I had the connections). I talked to him a bit like nothing had happened then put all 4 doses in his drink when he wasn't looking.

Now all I had to do was sit back and wait for the freak out.

Or that's what I thought, but as it turned out, the dude decided to leave for another party in his car (nissan skyline with the subwolfers, rims and all that crap)

The next week I heard that he had been arrested for driving his car through the front gate of the post depot, and punching out a delivery driver! He was hospitilzed and had his stomach pumped. Apparently he was yelling stuff about people trying to kill him the whole time.

He was charged with dangerous driving, criminal damage and assault, I believe.

I never lol'd so hard in my life when i first found out.

Before the party I obtained 4 doses of strong LSD (This guy had never touched the stuff before, neither had most of the others at the party, my longtime interest in psychedelics was the only reason I had the connections). I talked to him a bit like nothing had happened then put all 4 doses in his drink when he wasn't looking.
Not cool.

Not one bit.

Not cool.

Not one bit.And undoubtedly a criminal offense, as well.

And undoubtedly a criminal offense, as well.

Undoubtedly.

I have another good one.

There was this black kid who I didnt like. He lived with his parents in a nice house in a rich area. His dad marched with Dr King. This is in New Brunfelds Texas, btw.

One day I got two wooden beams and made a cross, I wrapped the cross in fuel rags. I waited till late at night, put the cross in my truck, drove to his house, dug a hole in the front yard and put the cross there. Then I soaked it in gas and set it on fire. I threw a rock through a downstairs window and took off.

I also made threatening racist phone calls

They moved out the following month.

I was caught and charged, so stfu about about the partyvan

I'll admit I don't have anything that fits with this current trend of ownage. I don't get into fights, and I don't have much of a social life so I really can't tell any stories related to those. And I am not going to go out and try to make some up (no offense to those who used beating someone up as an act of ownage but that is just not for me).

The closest thing I can think of to an act of ownage involved a Ron Paul fan (and we all know how fanatic they can be, though this was was relatively mild); I got them to admit they were wrong about something.

It was an internet forum, and therefore meaningless. It started when said fan mentioned that the 17th Amendment was stealing states rights and blah, blah, blah (I didn't care about the rest of the stuff because I didn't know much about it). I pulled out the Constitution (which we know they love so much), Article V and had to pretty much explain how amendments worked; to put it simple, amendments can only be enacted if 3/4 of the states approve of them (and the whole thing about conventions and such). Therefore, no amendment can be stealing states rights because the states have to approve of them. They voluntarily gave up their power to elect Senators to the people, which if I remember correctly, are theoretically the source of all governmental power anyways (remember, I sasid theoretically). Oh, and I found a law site which mentioned many states were in the process of making the election of Senators direct anways so the amendment just reiterated it.

The person eventually admitted that they were wrong. Now if only the rest of the Ron Paul fans could be like that (no offense to any Ron Paul fans).

...The person eventually admitted that they were wrong. Now if only the rest of the Ron Paul fans could be like that (no offense to any Ron Paul fans).

Don't worry. Neither of them are on NSG.

Not cool.

Not one bit.

And undoubtedly a criminal offense, as well.

Indeed.

Undoubtedly.

I have another good one.

There was this black kid who I didnt like. He lived with his parents in a nice house in a rich area. His dad marched with Dr King. This is in New Brunfelds Texas, btw.

One day I got two wooden beams and made a cross, I wrapped the cross in fuel rags. I waited till late at night, put the cross in my truck, drove to his house, dug a hole in the front yard and put the cross there. Then I soaked it in gas and set it on fire. I threw a rock through a downstairs window and took off.

I also made threatening racist phone calls

They moved out the following month.

I was caught and charged, so stfu about about the partyvan

That's assholery, not ownage.

Undoubtedly.

I have another good one.

There was this black kid who I didnt like. He lived with his parents in a nice house in a rich area. His dad marched with Dr King. This is in New Brunfelds Texas, btw.

One day I got two wooden beams and made a cross, I wrapped the cross in fuel rags. I waited till late at night, put the cross in my truck, drove to his house, dug a hole in the front yard and put the cross there. Then I soaked it in gas and set it on fire. I threw a rock through a downstairs window and took off.

I also made threatening racist phone calls

They moved out the following month.

I was caught and charged, so stfu about about the partyvan

Wow...you're just so cool, resorting to Klansman idiocy! :rolleyes:

Go back to Stormfront.

I hate paintball. In the mid-1990s, I had to play because our company was doing "team building".

A couple of notes:

No one ever seems to fall flat to fire. I got in this habit in the infantry. So I was shooting people, as short a distance as 15 feet, and they missed and I hit them in the balls.

This was called "unfair".

I also shot people in the face or head, when I had time (shots that went further than about 15 feet).

This was called "unfair".

On one scenario, I was up in a little "fort" and the other team had to run up and grab the flag (while trying to suppress us with fire).

The one guy who was the runner - as he approached (I was using a pump-action paintball gun) I hit him twice in the face, once on the side of the head as he ran past, and twice in the back of the head as he reached for the flag (why he kept running I don't know, so I kept shooting).

He threw the flag down and shouted, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YOU! FUCK!"

My actions were considered "unfair".

Sorry, I don't believe in "fair" when it comes to shooting people, and you shouldn't play games that involve shooting people, especially with people who did it for a living.

Wow. You claim to be military and yet completely failed at the rules of engagement for that game. It seems that you shouldn't play games that involve other people at all if you can't be arsed to follow the conventions of the game in question. What you did might not have been technically "unfair" -- I don't have a copy of your paintball provider's rules -- but it's clear that you were deliberately acting like an asshole to try and prove some irrelevant point about war games. It doesn't matter what you did for a living if all you can manage to do is antagonize the other players. If you can't tell the difference between a paintball game and a military operation, the problem is yours.

Yeah I have a good one

I moved to a new suburb which was apparently well known for it's local Blood gang. At a party some dude from high school spent a good hour telling me that the suburb was Crip territory and telling me how to do the Crip hand sign and say "Cs Up!" and all that. Obviously he wanted me to get my ass kicked. I should also add that he used to give me a hard time in highschool too.

Well I found this out a few months later, luckily nothing happened to me. But I wanted revenge. This guy was a reall whigger a-hole, btw. I believe he honestly thought he was black.

So I waited until someone we both knew threw another party (this was 2 years after highschool).

Before the party I obtained 4 doses of strong LSD (This guy had never touched the stuff before, neither had most of the others at the party, my longtime interest in psychedelics was the only reason I had the connections). I talked to him a bit like nothing had happened then put all 4 doses in his drink when he wasn't looking.

Now all I had to do was sit back and wait for the freak out.

Or that's what I thought, but as it turned out, the dude decided to leave for another party in his car (nissan skyline with the subwolfers, rims and all that crap)

The next week I heard that he had been arrested for driving his car through the front gate of the post depot, and punching out a delivery driver! He was hospitilzed and had his stomach pumped. Apparently he was yelling stuff about people trying to kill him the whole time.

He was charged with dangerous driving, criminal damage and assault, I believe.

I never lol'd so hard in my life when i first found out.

Undoubtedly.

I have another good one.

There was this black kid who I didnt like. He lived with his parents in a nice house in a rich area. His dad marched with Dr King. This is in New Brunfelds Texas, btw.

One day I got two wooden beams and made a cross, I wrapped the cross in fuel rags. I waited till late at night, put the cross in my truck, drove to his house, dug a hole in the front yard and put the cross there. Then I soaked it in gas and set it on fire. I threw a rock through a downstairs window and took off.

I also made threatening racist phone calls

They moved out the following month.

I was caught and charged, so stfu about about the partyvan

Dumb, racist troll is dumb and racist.

You bunkered him? Sweet.

Unfortunately, I was owned during an event. 3 vs 3 random tourney (just for fun, at an Automags Online event). My roommate was on the other team, and he was the first one eliminated. Shortly after I split my pants ducking behind a spool, my two teammates were eliminated in quick succession. I saw one of the guys moving to my left, trying to get a better angle on me, and I let out a burst from my B2K, eliminating him. The problem was, the other guy used that time to get on the other side of the spool I was behind, then hit me twice as he came around (once in the right wrist, and once in the right shoulder). No pain (due to the adrenaline), but I knew I was hit.

Did I mention that during that game, it was pouring rain out? In fact, it rained most of the day.

Gawd I miss paintball. I still have my paintgun (oh sorry, my marker)... And old style Spyder semi auto upgraded with a ported 14" barrel, vortex venturi bolt and HPA bottle (CO2 is for n00bs ;) ) I even had a laser dot sight on it but that was more for looks than anything else. Ain't like those suckers are precise enough to make a sight worth it...

I was a Junior in college and working as a zoology lab assistant. A young man who had made my high school years a pure living hell walked in the room as I was cleaning the snake cages, I had a gopher snake in one hand and a small mountain king snake around my neck (gopher snakes have markings similar to a variety of rattler and mountain king snakes are have colors similar to a coral snake). When he saw me, he turned a lovely shade of greenish-white and fainted.

Dumb, racist troll is dumb and racist.

Indeed. I was hoping this thread would be funny, not insulting... :(

don't consider it ownage... but when I was a boy scout, we were supervising a kid's camp. and like any other group, you have your knuckleheads who think that they were all tough and thus won't take crap from anyone. including the councilors who knew better. Now me, I tend to be soft spoken... and thus easily ignored. so you can imagine how easy it was for me to maintain order. :rolleyes:

One day, they were horsing around with someone's knife and just as we came around the corner (due to someone complaining) the knife slipped out of one's kids hand and flew right towards us.

Everyone just froze as that blade flew towards me. I just calmly reached out and caught the knife by the handle (honestly, I didn't see what it was that was coming towards me, but I didn't let them know that.) and I threw the knife into a block of firewood (more out of panic when I realized what I had in my hand.) and buried it deep into the wood (again, lets hear it for adrenaline.) all the time, keeping a straight face (too busy concentrating on NOT crapping my pants.)

you know... after that incident (which went unreported to the adults there) those kids were ALOT more respectful of me...

Then again, it could've been the 4 straight bulls-eyes I hit during their archery lesson... who knows...

In the online game Counter Strike (yes, I am a geek) I was playing with like thirty people from a computer camp that I was going to. All my teammates died in a snap, and it was me versus four. Everyone was placing bets that I was going down, but then I won. To make the story short.

No, I don't do a lot of butt-whooping.

I have another one.

My younger son is very skilled at FPS games. His specialty is Halo3. He loves the jumping and hitting from above. When he plays Unreal Tournament he likes to set the air control high and the gravity low.

I, on the other hand, despise that tactic. I would often point out that my weakness was my refusal to get used to the jumping around. He would insist that it's just because he was a better shot (although to his credit, he wasn't a jerk about it.)

So I challenged him to a few rounds of Call of Duty 4. No airtime on that game, baby!

I owned him horribly.

I have another one.

My younger son is very skilled at FPS games. His specialty is Halo3. He loves the jumping and hitting from above. When he plays Unreal Tournament he likes to set the air control high and the gravity low.

I, on the other hand, despise that tactic. I would often point out that my weakness was my refusal to get used to the jumping around. He would insist that it's just because he was a better shot (although to his credit, he wasn't a jerk about it.)

So I challenged him to a few rounds of Call of Duty 4. No airtime on that game, baby!

I owned him horribly.

I like the online experience, and my favorites are the sniper servers (because I'm old, and I twitch slowly), but I hate it when someone with more spare time than talent spends three weeks finding all the hiding spots (UT2k4) that are hidden from view (which you can only see if the guy in it is dumb enough to let his casings fall out of the spot) and then claims some kind of superiority for sniping while completely unseen. They come back with "stfu n lrn th maps n00b". I always love being called n00b when I've been on a server for three years.

I acknowledge my gaming limitations and play to my strengths in servers that are designed for sniping/camping, which is what I'm best at.

Sorry for the off-topic rant.

I've never pwnd anyone, as far as I know.

I only bring it up because the quoted post reminds me of all those trash-talking asshats who have somehow figured out a way to be semi-invincible by gaming the system to their advantage and deride anyone who calls them on it. I liked your leveling of the playing field.

I like the online experience, and my favorites are the sniper servers (because I'm old, and I twitch slowly), but I hate it when someone with more spare time than talent spends three weeks finding all the hiding spots (UT2k4) that are hidden from view (which you can only see if the guy in it is dumb enough to let his casings fall out of the spot) and then claims some kind of superiority for sniping while completely unseen. They come back with "stfu n lrn th maps n00b". I always love being called n00b when I've been on a server for three years.

I acknowledge my gaming limitations and play to my strengths in servers that are designed for sniping/camping, which is what I'm best at.

Sorry for the off-topic rant.

I've never pwnd anyone, as far as I know.

I only bring it up because the quoted post reminds me of all those trash-talking asshats who have somehow figured out a way to be semi-invincible by gaming the system to their advantage and deride anyone who calls them on it. I liked your leveling of the playing field.

Takes me back to the old days of Quake 2. I used to LAN it with a group of others, and we had one who was very much full of himself, derisive of everyone else, and LOVED camped kills. (He was also one of my most hated species - he would frag respawns). Having gotten intimate with the new arenas, he wanted to one-on-one me (since I usually beat him on a level playing field) and he owned my ass non-stop for about an hour.

Then I found a part of the arena you could pop through (back when rocket-jumping was revolutionary - showing my age now), and fragged him EVERY time he ran under me. It drove him crazy not to be able to find me, and he just kept jumping back into the same foodprocessor trying to spot me...

NationStates Mods PWN.

Some punk spammer decided to have fun on regional messageboards. We warned him, he refused to quit. Naturally, he got deleted.

So he starts to create a stream of spammer nations, and we set to deleting them. He's taunting us via Getting Help that "this is the Internet and I can do anything I want, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!!!1!one!"

His first nation was a UN member. He used his school email address to register. So when I wrote him an email to that address and told him that I could track him if he continued to be an ass, we would take real world steps and contact his principal and his teachers. He informed us that we couldn't possibly have any idea who those people were.

Did he really think I couldn't puzzle out <student_surname,initial>@<school>.edu? Maybe visit <school>'s website and find useful info? Heaven forbid that he might have trackable IP addresses.

When I sent the email to his principal, the head of technical services at the school, and his class teacher, the email that included NS Terms of Service, a link to the schools Computer Use Policy, and detailed info on the abuse policies for the ISP that the school used ... it got results. His school computer account was removed for a year, he got a three day suspension, and I got a lovely apology via email as his last act on the school computers. Oh, and we IP banned him from home, of course.

That was fun.

Gawd I miss paintball. I still have my paintgun (oh sorry, my marker)... And old style Spyder semi auto upgraded with a ported 14" barrel, vortex venturi bolt and HPA bottle (CO2 is for n00bs ;) ) I even had a laser dot sight on it but that was more for looks than anything else. Ain't like those suckers are precise enough to make a sight worth it...

I miss it too (I haven't had the opportunity to play in a while, due to both knee problems and financial issues). I still have my equipment too, and am hoping to play again soon. I've got a B2K4, an Ion, a Phantom, I just got a PGP2, and I used to have a lot more.

NationStates Mods PWN.

Some punk spammer decided to have fun on regional messageboards. We warned him, he refused to quit. Naturally, he got deleted.

So he starts to create a stream of spammer nations, and we set to deleting them. He's taunting us via Getting Help that "this is the Internet and I can do anything I want, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!!!1!one!"

His first nation was a UN member. He used his school email address to register. So when I wrote him an email to that address and told him that I could track him if he continued to be an ass, we would take real world steps and contact his principal and his teachers. He informed us that we couldn't possibly have any idea who those people were.

Did he really think I couldn't puzzle out <student_surname,initial>@<school>.edu? Maybe visit <school>'s website and find useful info? Heaven forbid that he might have trackable IP addresses.

When I sent the email to his principal, the head of technical services at the school, and his class teacher, the email that included NS Terms of Service, a link to the schools Computer Use Policy, and detailed info on the abuse policies for the ISP that the school used ... it got results. His school computer account was removed for a year, he got a three day suspension, and I got a lovely apology via email as his last act on the school computers. Oh, and we IP banned him from home, of course.

That was fun.

:hail: I lub mod pwnage... :salute:

what was that thread... the poster who ranted about an unoffical warning and ended up going up through the entire heiarchy (yes, I know there isn't one, but if there was, he went through it) of punishments from Unoffical warning to warning to three day ban to a week ban to deat to dos...

I could picture all the mods involved just shaking their heads on that one...

Takes me back to the old days of Quake 2. I used to LAN it with a group of others, and we had one who was very much full of himself, derisive of everyone else, and LOVED camped kills. (He was also one of my most hated species - he would frag respawns). Having gotten intimate with the new arenas, he wanted to one-on-one me (since I usually beat him on a level playing field) and he owned my ass non-stop for about an hour.

Then I found a part of the arena you could pop through (back when rocket-jumping was revolutionary - showing my age now), and fragged him EVERY time he ran under me. It drove him crazy not to be able to find me, and he just kept jumping back into the same foodprocessor trying to spot me...

Spawnkillers are scum of the Earth. Good on ya for pwning one.

NationStates Mods PWN.

Some punk spammer decided to have fun on regional messageboards. We warned him, he refused to quit. Naturally, he got deleted.

So he starts to create a stream of spammer nations, and we set to deleting them. He's taunting us via Getting Help that "this is the Internet and I can do anything I want, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!!!1!one!"

His first nation was a UN member. He used his school email address to register. So when I wrote him an email to that address and told him that I could track him if he continued to be an ass, we would take real world steps and contact his principal and his teachers. He informed us that we couldn't possibly have any idea who those people were.

Did he really think I couldn't puzzle out <student_surname,initial>@<school>.edu? Maybe visit <school>'s website and find useful info? Heaven forbid that he might have trackable IP addresses.

When I sent the email to his principal, the head of technical services at the school, and his class teacher, the email that included NS Terms of Service, a link to the schools Computer Use Policy, and detailed info on the abuse policies for the ISP that the school used ... it got results. His school computer account was removed for a year, he got a three day suspension, and I got a lovely apology via email as his last act on the school computers. Oh, and we IP banned him from home, of course.

That was fun.

Have you done Breemer, too, or is your guy and Breemer the same person?

Once on a CS server, a map had just restarted and there was a shout to have the first round as knife-only. So I proceed to knife people to death, even those who ignored the request and used their pistols, and ended that round with about 6 kills on a 16 player server and about 8hp left :)

Few other times I went for something like 30 kills without dying, but that sometimes depends on the other players present.

And when I played WoW, I was a rogue...

Once on a CS server, a map had just restarted and there was a shout to have the first round as knife-only. So I proceed to knife people to death, even those who ignored the request and used their pistols, and ended that round with about 6 kills on a 16 player server and about 8hp left :)

That's just plain sad. For the other players.

This:
http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j142/Amarana_Bloodfang/Funny_Images/Fun_Cat_Pwned_Dog.jpg

But seriously, my best "Owned" moment was back 'bout a year ago.This one VERY violent kid in my class started just randomly talking about he could beat me up. He was saying it loud enough so everyone could hear (Teacher was out of the room). I, being the good little kid that I am, merely rolled my eyes and continued on my *ahem* game. He said "What, you wanna go? I'll take you after school boy!" I responded by shaking my head and saying "Whatever you say", since he had proved himself(So I thought) to be all bark and no bite. Sure enough, about halfway home to school, with a small group of kids behind me (Not following me, and not with me), the kid comes out of an alleyway, and tries to hit me, ducking, a punched him on the nose, and sent him to the ground. He has yet to hassle me again.:D

I once annihilated 50-odd Soviet divisions, about a third of their remaining forces, in Hearts of Iron 2 by pinning them down in Leningrad. It took a good six months of bombardment, constant attacks and 75 of my own divisions to eventually destroy them but it was well worth it. The Bitter Peace is easily the most satisfying event in the game...taking Leningrad was the last objective left. From there, Britain was a walk in the park thanks to a beefed-up Kriegsmarine.

Other than that, nothing too much. Starcraft tends to be more along the lines of being owned rather than owning.

Other than that, nothing too much. Starcraft tends to be more along the lines of being owned rather than owning.
Rush turtleling with Terrans FTW!

Rush turtleling with Terrans FTW!

Protoss rushes do me in most of the time. Not Zerg, Protoss.

Protoss rushes do me in most of the time. Not Zerg, Protoss.
Hmmm... *Makes note*

A few years ago, some good friends and I were involved in a stun gun tag war. The gist of it was to find the least opportune and expected moment to zap your target. We absorbed a lot of voltage before that war got old. One of the highlights of this event was when I bought a duplicate of one of my best friend's stun guns and modified it to add a pair of terminals on the handgrip. Then, during one of our monday night get togethers, I switched stun guns and went about the night. He goes to the bathroom(or so I thought) and when I went to get some pizza, he crawled out of a closet in my kitchen and attempted to zap me in the back of the knee(a great way to make your victim collapse to the ground) and my first warning he was there was "TAC-TAC-TAC-TAC- ... AAAHHH!! Fuck!"

:D

Nicely done, but your finish needs work.

Well i did not put a lot of work in and was getting bored by that point

Spelling error here.

sorry, my spell check not picking it up and I'm dyslexic, so will miss the odd mistake.



Should be "it being better than"

Prob, but i don't think he noticed :p

Wow. You claim to be military and yet completely failed at the rules of engagement for that game. It seems that you shouldn't play games that involve other people at all if you can't be arsed to follow the conventions of the game in question. What you did might not have been technically "unfair" -- I don't have a copy of your paintball provider's rules -- but it's clear that you were deliberately acting like an asshole to try and prove some irrelevant point about war games. It doesn't matter what you did for a living if all you can manage to do is antagonize the other players. If you can't tell the difference between a paintball game and a military operation, the problem is yours.

Wasn't against the rules to shoot people in the balls.

Wasn't against the rules for me to fall into the prone.

If all they offer as a target is the head, that's what I'll shoot (not against the rules).

Also not against the rules to shoot people multiple times if they fail to stop and "be dead" when hit the first time. He kept running, so I kept shooting.

I didn't get hit once all day. I can't help it if they're playing at a game that I did for real, and they suck completely at it.

I didn't get hit once all day. I can't help it if they're playing at a game that I did for real, and they suck completely at it.

Shoot, I always make sure to keep my head and balls well protected during paintball. Those little bastards sting.

Shoot, I always make sure to keep my head and balls well protected during paintball. Those little bastards sting.

I couldn't believe how stupid the players were. The idea of taking cover, or fire and maneuver were alien to them.

I couldn't believe how stupid the players were. The idea of taking cover, or fire and maneuver were alien to them.

We were able to consistently encircle and wipe them out because they never found it suspicious that our flag was unguarded. They sent almost everybody out to attempt to get our flag, and from there it was just a matter of closing in.

I stopped playing when it started to cost a lot of money...

We were able to consistently encircle and wipe them out because they never found it suspicious that our flag was unguarded. They sent almost everybody out to attempt to get our flag, and from there it was just a matter of closing in.

I stopped playing when it started to cost a lot of money...

I think what bothered the other team was that we were playing as guests, and had these lame pump action paintball guns, and most of them had these long barrelled semi-automatics that had a really high rate of fire.

Didn't seem to do them much good. I think they thought all of their expensive gear was going to "teach us a lesson".

Wasn't against the rules to shoot people in the balls.

Wasn't against the rules for me to fall into the prone.

If all they offer as a target is the head, that's what I'll shoot (not against the rules).

Also not against the rules to shoot people multiple times if they fail to stop and "be dead" when hit the first time. He kept running, so I kept shooting.

I didn't get hit once all day. I can't help it if they're playing at a game that I did for real, and they suck completely at it.

"I did it anyway" =/= "not against the rules"

Every place I've even talked to about paintball has been pretty clear on the 'no headshots', 'stop shooting once they're hit' rules, at least.

"I did it anyway" =/= "not against the rules"

Every place I've even talked to about paintball has been pretty clear on the 'no headshots', 'stop shooting once they're hit' rules, at least.

Those weren't the rules at the Sterling location.

Everyone had full face masks - no rules against headshots. You were allowed to keep shooting until people threw down their weapon.

It was in the rules. Headshots allowed. Shoot until they drop their weapon.

I can't help it if the other players can't read, and have no idea how to engage in combat, even with a play weapon.

Wow...you're just so cool, resorting to Klansman idiocy! :rolleyes:

Go back to Stormfront.

You've obviously never been on Stormfront....

Those weren't the rules at the Sterling location.

Everyone had full face masks - no rules against headshots. You were allowed to keep shooting until people threw down their weapon.

It was in the rules. Headshots allowed. Shoot until they drop their weapon.

I can't help it if the other players can't read, and have no idea how to engage in combat, even with a play weapon.

Everyone wears facemasks. That's because stray shots can blind you just as easily as deliberate ones. It's not a declaration of 'hey, shoot me in the face'.

I doubt you can provide the rules for your location. Maybe you're right. I doubt it, but the law of averages....

Everyone wears facemasks. That's because stray shots can blind you just as easily as deliberate ones. It's not a declaration of 'hey, shoot me in the face'.

I doubt you can provide the rules for your location. Maybe you're right. I doubt it, but the law of averages....

None of the referees had a problem with it either - they said the other team was pretty stupid.

The rules said "Headshots allowed". And if that's all you offer me...

NationStates Mods PWN.

Some punk spammer decided to have fun on regional messageboards. We warned him, he refused to quit. Naturally, he got deleted.

So he starts to create a stream of spammer nations, and we set to deleting them. He's taunting us via Getting Help that "this is the Internet and I can do anything I want, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!!!1!one!"

His first nation was a UN member. He used his school email address to register. So when I wrote him an email to that address and told him that I could track him if he continued to be an ass, we would take real world steps and contact his principal and his teachers. He informed us that we couldn't possibly have any idea who those people were.

Did he really think I couldn't puzzle out <student_surname,initial>@<school>.edu? Maybe visit <school>'s website and find useful info? Heaven forbid that he might have trackable IP addresses.

When I sent the email to his principal, the head of technical services at the school, and his class teacher, the email that included NS Terms of Service, a link to the schools Computer Use Policy, and detailed info on the abuse policies for the ISP that the school used ... it got results. His school computer account was removed for a year, he got a three day suspension, and I got a lovely apology via email as his last act on the school computers. Oh, and we IP banned him from home, of course.

That was fun.

Lol owned!!!!

But suspended, seems a bit far...

Spawnkillers are scum of the Earth. Good on ya for pwning one.

Just because someone close to a spawn point gets sniped, doesn't mean that the sniper is a spawnkiller or son of a bitch though, even if that's what I hear from the other room, when my roommate's on the receiving end of a .50 cal round (it's his fault for being on the other team :D).

What I hate in in BF:1942 (Desert Combat mod) is when a helo hangs around a spawn point (with absolutely no intention of taking it), shredding enemies before they're completely spawned.

Just because someone close to a spawn point gets sniped, doesn't mean that the sniper is a spawnkiller or son of a bitch though...

What about when you get gibbed while spawning a half-dozen times by the same player? Especially if you're not the only one on your team it happens to?

Some games have dealt with this quite well with their spawnpoints, but - especially 'in the day', some unscrupulous players would take advantage of the fact that a Q2 level might only have 4 spawn points to stake them out for easy kills.

Those weren't the rules at the Sterling location.

Everyone had full face masks - no rules against headshots. You were allowed to keep shooting until people threw down their weapon.

It was in the rules. Headshots allowed. Shoot until they drop their weapon.

I can't help it if the other players can't read, and have no idea how to engage in combat, even with a play weapon.

Whenever I've played, I was told to raise my hand up and call "hit" or "out". I've never been told to throw down or drop my marker (probably has something to do with the high pressure cylinders paintball markers use). BTW, I've played in CT, Mass, and PA.

What about when you get gibbed while spawning a half-dozen times by the same player? Especially if you're not the only one on your team it happens to?

Some games have dealt with this quite well with their spawnpoints, but - especially 'in the day', some unscrupulous players would take advantage of the fact that a Q2 level might only have 4 spawn points to stake them out for easy kills.

I've had that happen a lot in BF:1942 Desert Combat. My roommate and I try to keep on the same team as much as possible, and we usually work together to take or hold a spawn point. We've had helicopters cut us in half dozens of times (there was one time, I had over 50 deaths in 1 hour long map, and my roommate had the same or more). Most of the time, it was 1 guy, taking the MH-500 helo and spiraling around the spawn point (he was too high to take it), shredding us. IIRC, he had over 100 kills that map. The only thing could stop him is, occasionally, he'd miss my roommate or myself, and we'd pop off a Stinger or 2 into him.

I won't snipe someone that just spawned. I'll wait for them to move around for a bit (made it more challenging), or for 4 seconds. Once they've moved away from the spawn point, they're considered fair game (my roommate and I both have this rule). And if they're still standing there after 4 seconds, then they deserve to get sniped. The best is when they're running towards a vehicle (like an aircraft, tank, or other piece or armor that you can't snipe them from), and right before they get into the vehicle, your sniper round takes them out.

I've had that happen a lot in BF:1942 Desert Combat. My roommate and I try to keep on the same team as much as possible, and we usually work together to take or hold a spawn point. We've had helicopters cut us in half dozens of times (there was one time, I had over 50 deaths in 1 hour long map, and my roommate had the same or more). Most of the time, it was 1 guy, taking the MH-500 helo and spiraling around the spawn point (he was too high to take it), shredding us. IIRC, he had over 100 kills that map. The only thing could stop him is, occasionally, he'd miss my roommate or myself, and we'd pop off a Stinger or 2 into him.

I won't snipe someone that just spawned. I'll wait for them to move around for a bit (made it more challenging), or for 4 seconds. Once they've moved away from the spawn point, they're considered fair game (my roommate and I both have this rule). And if they're still standing there after 4 seconds, then they deserve to get sniped. The best is when they're running towards a vehicle (like an aircraft, tank, or other piece or armor that you can't snipe them from), and right before they get into the vehicle, your sniper round takes them out.

I can feel some pity for the guy standing there four seconds and then watching his brains bounce over the pavement, I had a crappy connection when I played whichever Jedi game it was I played, and I'd be waiting for my lag to catch up to the spawn.... 'pop'.

I have camped our own spawn points just to protect the recently resurrected. You can usually tell if someone really is just hunting spawns, if your 'protection' is getting you better kills than your running around did. :)

I can feel some pity for the guy standing there four seconds and then watching his brains bounce over the pavement, I had a crappy connection when I played whichever Jedi game it was I played, and I'd be waiting for my lag to catch up to the spawn.... 'pop'.

I have camped our own spawn points just to protect the recently resurrected. You can usually tell if someone really is just hunting spawns, if your 'protection' is getting you better kills than your running around did. :)

In the old Team Fortress, I used to hate enemy medics who waited just outside the spawn room door to tag you with poison the moment the door opened. It isn't just snipers who camp spawn points.

Not to mention engineers who set up sentry guns right outside the spawn door...

In the old Team Fortress, I used to hate enemy medics who waited just outside the spawn room door to tag you with poison the moment the door opened. It isn't just snipers who camp spawn points.

Not to mention engineers who set up sentry guns right outside the spawn door...

Heh. Back in the old days (Remember Golden Eye on the N64?) we had one guy who would tripmine the spawn points. Not the point itself, usually - but juuuust round the corner... Bastard.

Heh. Back in the old days (Remember Golden Eye on the N64?) we had one guy who would tripmine the spawn points. Not the point itself, usually - but juuuust round the corner... Bastard.

There was one map in Team Fortress where I would set up the sentry gun on the edge of the second floor where it would shoot anyone coming into the first floor area below, and could hit people as they came out of the opposite ground floor spawn room. It was hard to see from the ground, and you might take a second to realize you're being shot, and then you died...

There was one map in Team Fortress where I would set up the sentry gun on the edge of the second floor where it would shoot anyone coming into the first floor area below, and could hit people as they came out of the opposite ground floor spawn room. It was hard to see from the ground, and you might take a second to realize you're being shot, and then you died...

I've never met the equal of Duke Nukem.

You get up in a high window, drop your holo-duke, and then start raining pipebombs the second they open fire.

Hey, you can't be accused of spawnsquatting if they shot first...

A few years ago, some good friends and I were involved in a stun gun tag war. The gist of it was to find the least opportune and expected moment to zap your target. We absorbed a lot of voltage before that war got old. One of the highlights of this event was when I bought a duplicate of one of my best friend's stun guns and modified it to add a pair of terminals on the handgrip. Then, during one of our monday night get togethers, I switched stun guns and went about the night. He goes to the bathroom(or so I thought) and when I went to get some pizza, he crawled out of a closet in my kitchen and attempted to zap me in the back of the knee(a great way to make your victim collapse to the ground) and my first warning he was there was "TAC-TAC-TAC-TAC- ... AAAHHH!! Fuck!"

:D

You know, there are times when I think your life story was scripted by Bill Waterson. You just can't have this many wild and crazy stories and still be alive. . .

I don't have any real ownage stories of my own, aside from a geeker ownage story or two here and there. I do recall this one time on World of Warcraft, I noticed that a subtlety rogue (and for those of you who do not know, a subtlety rogue is the ultimate tool of the camper or cheap shot pond scum, since they don't have much in the way of weaknesses, they can take most other toons down in seconds, and they usually do it by stun-locking the character so they can't return damage) was running rampant in our Warsong Gulch matchup and was singlehandedly preventing us from capturing flag. So I made it my mission to mess up his day with my 70 arms/fury warrior.

What I remember most about it wasn't that I beat the hell out of him; he was better geared than I was so I could really just keep even with him. But I do remember that he got genuinely pissed that 1) he couldn't just run roughshod through our backfield without a warrior suddenly popping up and systematically screwing up his gameplan, and 2) I wouldn't immediately go down like everyone else (although he was better geared, a goodly amount of Season 3 arena gear has its advantages, and my warrior is pretty resistant to stuns). So he and I would see each other, and we'd go right at each other because he was furious at me and I was determined to ruin his game. We won the game, and I went about 4 kills for 3 deaths against a master cheap shot artist. While that's not epic ownage, it was immensely satisfying.

I've never met the equal of Duke Nukem.

You get up in a high window, drop your holo-duke, and then start raining pipebombs the second they open fire.

Hey, you can't be accused of spawnsquatting if they shot first...

the old Duke Nukem game with the rocket. stand infront of the portal and toss in 5 - 10 pipe bombs then press that remote's button.

step through and look at all the pretty red designs on the walls! :D

the old Duke Nukem game with the rocket. stand infront of the portal and toss in 5 - 10 pipe bombs then press that remote's button.

step through and look at all the pretty red designs on the walls! :D

Hehe... *sigh* I loved that game...

I'm a bit obsessive when it comes to airsoft, I play with a bunch of guys with full mil-sim gear, BDU's, real-cap mags, ect. So anyways, we were at a 50+ person war, and for one part of it , my team had to defend a hill. After about an hour long fight, it was me and another guy versus six, and through a bit of poor planning on their part, they had all taken cover in one section of creek bed. I was out of ammo, and my teammate was down to his pistol. I took out the last weapon I had left, a claymore mine, threw it into the trench, and hit the trigger. Ownage ensued.

Rolling squid;13864857']I'm a bit obsessive when it comes to airsoft, I play with a bunch of guys with full mil-sim gear, BDU's, real-cap mags, ect. So anyways, we were at a 50+ person war, and for one part of it , my team had to defend a hill. After about an hour long fight, it was me and another guy versus six, and through a bit of poor planning on their part, they had all taken cover in one section of creek bed. I was out of ammo, and my teammate was down to his pistol. I took out the last weapon I had left, a claymore mine, threw it into the trench, and hit the trigger. Ownage ensued.

That's awesome. Here's one that's not mine: One of my co-workers (who's in his early 40's, IIRC) is into airsoft, as well as his father (his father was also one of my co-workers until he retired). He told me about a battle they had on his father's farm, where they had to complete a certain scenario. They completed the mission without the other team finding them, and without firing a shot.

Rolling squid;13864857']I'm a bit obsessive when it comes to airsoft, I play with a bunch of guys with full mil-sim gear, BDU's, real-cap mags, ect. So anyways, we were at a 50+ person war, and for one part of it , my team had to defend a hill. After about an hour long fight, it was me and another guy versus six, and through a bit of poor planning on their part, they had all taken cover in one section of creek bed. I was out of ammo, and my teammate was down to his pistol. I took out the last weapon I had left, a claymore mine, threw it into the trench, and hit the trigger. Ownage ensued.

not my tale, but one someone told me.

they were engaged in paintball in one of the many valleys here on the island. and during a session, my co-worker ran out of ammo. completely out of ammo.

As the enemy was moving into his posistion, he started shooting off air. forcing the enemy to dive for cover. for a while he had them pinned down with completely dry guns until he heard from the other side... "wait a minute... he's dry!"

:D

Wasn't against the rules to shoot people in the balls.

Wasn't against the rules for me to fall into the prone.

If all they offer as a target is the head, that's what I'll shoot (not against the rules).

Also not against the rules to shoot people multiple times if they fail to stop and "be dead" when hit the first time. He kept running, so I kept shooting.

I didn't get hit once all day. I can't help it if they're playing at a game that I did for real, and they suck completely at it.

Fair enough.

Be proud. You schooled people who've never seen combat. Whatever boosts your ego.

Just because someone close to a spawn point gets sniped, doesn't mean that the sniper is a spawnkiller or son of a bitch though, even if that's what I hear from the other room, when my roommate's on the receiving end of a .50 cal round (it's his fault for being on the other team :D).

What I hate in in BF:1942 (Desert Combat mod) is when a helo hangs around a spawn point (with absolutely no intention of taking it), shredding enemies before they're completely spawned.

Oh, I completely understand coming around a corner and double-tapping the guy who you're not expecting to be there, newly-spawned or not. I'm talking the guy who camps behind the spawn point's facing and waits for your spawn shield to wear off as you look for cover and tags you from behind or from cover himself. Dishonorable cowardice, pure and simple.

I've had that happen a lot in BF:1942 Desert Combat. My roommate and I try to keep on the same team as much as possible, and we usually work together to take or hold a spawn point. We've had helicopters cut us in half dozens of times (there was one time, I had over 50 deaths in 1 hour long map, and my roommate had the same or more). Most of the time, it was 1 guy, taking the MH-500 helo and spiraling around the spawn point (he was too high to take it), shredding us. IIRC, he had over 100 kills that map. The only thing could stop him is, occasionally, he'd miss my roommate or myself, and we'd pop off a Stinger or 2 into him.

I won't snipe someone that just spawned. I'll wait for them to move around for a bit (made it more challenging), or for 4 seconds. Once they've moved away from the spawn point, they're considered fair game (my roommate and I both have this rule). And if they're still standing there after 4 seconds, then they deserve to get sniped. The best is when they're running towards a vehicle (like an aircraft, tank, or other piece or armor that you can't snipe them from), and right before they get into the vehicle, your sniper round takes them out.

I love that. Agreed on spawners, too. If I've got a decent field of vision, I'll watch the spawner move and plug him only when it's clear he's found his spot. If he moves out of my FOV, he gets away, and I look for other angles.

Aside from tagging right before a vehicle entry (which is satisfying), I like being able to see someone who's found a good spot and is not looking remotely close to where I am. I will draw a niiice looong bead on his head and wait for him to start shooting. Then I take the headshot before he claims his kill. Like I said, I'm not a mass-kill specialist, I don't play for huge totals. I like the hunt...and God bless the teleporter.

Heh. Back in the old days (Remember Golden Eye on the N64?) we had one guy who would tripmine the spawn points. Not the point itself, usually - but juuuust round the corner... Bastard.

Ah, the GoldenEye proximity mine. *moment of silence*

Throw them a bit in front of you when being chased. Loved that.

I love that. Agreed on spawners, too. If I've got a decent field of vision, I'll watch the spawner move and plug him only when it's clear he's found his spot. If he moves out of my FOV, he gets away, and I look for other angles.

Aside from tagging right before a vehicle entry (which is satisfying), I like being able to see someone who's found a good spot and is not looking remotely close to where I am. I will draw a niiice looong bead on his head and wait for him to start shooting. Then I take the headshot before he claims his kill. Like I said, I'm not a mass-kill specialist, I don't play for huge totals. I like the hunt...and God bless the teleporter.


Anyone remember the big teleport-and-jumper space level in Q3? Oh, the satisfaction of a railgun hit from mid-nowhere...


Ah, the GoldenEye proximity mine. *moment of silence*

Throw them a bit in front of you when being chased. Loved that.

Another of those great games. And a surprise too, realy not a franchise (or console) I'd have normally been interested in.

Telling kids in my class they have to do whatever I've assigned them because "I've gone through 18 years of school and you haven't. When you finish 18 years of school, you can say 'because I said so'."

You'd think the enjoyment would be diminished since they're only little kids, but it's really just as fun every time.

You know, there are times when I think your life story was scripted by Bill Waterson. You just can't have this many wild and crazy stories and still be alive. . .

My ultimate goal is for people to look back on my life and be amazed that I never did drugs. :D

Goldeneye proximity mines

Ah, the proximity mines in Goldeneye. I was a master of doing evil things with those. In some multiplayer maps, there were destructible crates and other things. I'd blow them up, then toss a mine on the remains. You see, when crates respawned, the mine would still be there, only you couldn't see it.

They never saw it coming. Eventually, the other guys I played with would shoot the crates, or toss a mine of their own (since the motion would set off the mine I'd placed), so I would ambush them and chase them into the trapped crates.

I would also pick up ammo crates and armor, and toss a mine directly underneath that item's spawn point. Occasionally this made people paranoid enough to shoot at items before collecting them, which was hilarious because armor could be destroyed by gunfire, and they'd have to wait for it to respawn again. If I caught someone doing this, I'd try to sneak up on them, and toss a mine at them from a distance and watch them explode.

In the Cavern map, there was a spawn point in a tiny, dark room filled with exploding barrels. I'd toss a mine in there and kill people until someone spawned there and got blown up. I thought it was funny as hell, until other people started doing it.

I am a very bad person.

My greatest pwnage (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12614186&highlight=Evolution#post12614186)

I got to the end of the page two, before I had to stop reading, while some where true 'owns' others were more of a time when they got someone, (not necessarily back) and this thread seems like it has been made so a couple of eggheads can sit back and laugh with a smirk at how they 'owned' someone back in their younger years even when it may have done very little to the other person, but hey whatever keeps you happy.

I could tell a couple of stories where I really 'owned' someone and I could tell a couple of stories where I got someone over something petty like some people have why don't I? Because I am not an arrogant prick like some people on here who still goes on about the time they did something years ago that is small and insignificant, if it is the highlight of your life then I suggest you get off your high horse and get out more.

Since BF1942 was mentioned, I'd like to share this short Youtube video. It involves ownage and a Kübelwagen:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZJp3_Pbfrk

Oh, I completely understand coming around a corner and double-tapping the guy who you're not expecting to be there, newly-spawned or not. I'm talking the guy who camps behind the spawn point's facing and waits for your spawn shield to wear off as you look for cover and tags you from behind or from cover himself. Dishonorable cowardice, pure and simple.



I love that. Agreed on spawners, too. If I've got a decent field of vision, I'll watch the spawner move and plug him only when it's clear he's found his spot. If he moves out of my FOV, he gets away, and I look for other angles.

Aside from tagging right before a vehicle entry (which is satisfying), I like being able to see someone who's found a good spot and is not looking remotely close to where I am. I will draw a niiice looong bead on his head and wait for him to start shooting. Then I take the headshot before he claims his kill. Like I said, I'm not a mass-kill specialist, I don't play for huge totals. I like the hunt...and God bless the teleporter.



Ah, the GoldenEye proximity mine. *moment of silence*

Throw them a bit in front of you when being chased. Loved that.

You just had to mention prox mines. :D

My friends hated prox mines, simply because I was evil with them. Mining the body armor, mining the prox mine boxes, hiding prox mines among bullet holes, the undersides of walkways, on the ceilings, and doing the tactic you mentioned.

I like the online experience, and my favorites are the sniper servers (because I'm old, and I twitch slowly), but I hate it when someone with more spare time than talent spends three weeks finding all the hiding spots (UT2k4) that are hidden from view (which you can only see if the guy in it is dumb enough to let his casings fall out of the spot) and then claims some kind of superiority for sniping while completely unseen. They come back with "stfu n lrn th maps n00b". I always love being called n00b when I've been on a server for three years.

I acknowledge my gaming limitations and play to my strengths in servers that are designed for sniping/camping, which is what I'm best at.

Sorry for the off-topic rant.

I've never pwnd anyone, as far as I know.

I only bring it up because the quoted post reminds me of all those trash-talking asshats who have somehow figured out a way to be semi-invincible by gaming the system to their advantage and deride anyone who calls them on it. I liked your leveling of the playing field.

Hehe thanks. Somebody's gotta stick up for us old timers who cut our teeth on a single joystick and one red button!

Anyone up for some Atari Combat?

Hehe thanks. Somebody's gotta stick up for us old timers who cut our teeth on a single joystick and one red button!

Anyone up for some Atari Combat?

I cut my teeth on a single joystick with one red button, but it wasn't an Atari. I had a TI 99/4A, followed later by a Commodore 64.

Hehe thanks. Somebody's gotta stick up for us old timers who cut our teeth on a single joystick and one red button!

Anyone up for some Atari Combat?

Nothing - and I mean that - has ever come close to the Invisible Tank Pong maze levels on Combat. Greatest wargame ever. :)

I cut my teeth on a single joystick with one red button, but it wasn't an Atari. I had a TI 99/4A, followed later by a Commodore 64.

I didn't own an Atari myself I played at a friend's house but I did have a ColecoVision and later had a Commodore 128.

Nothing - and I mean that - has ever come close to the Invisible Tank Pong maze levels on Combat. Greatest wargame ever. :)

Now THAT is a game that needs remaking.

I got to the end of the page two, before I had to stop reading, while some where true 'owns' others were more of a time when they got someone, (not necessarily back) and this thread seems like it has been made so a couple of eggheads can sit back and laugh with a smirk at how they 'owned' someone back in their younger years even when it may have done very little to the other person, but hey whatever keeps you happy.

I could tell a couple of stories where I really 'owned' someone and I could tell a couple of stories where I got someone over something petty like some people have why don't I? Because I am not an arrogant prick like some people on here who still goes on about the time they did something years ago that is small and insignificant, if it is the highlight of your life then I suggest you get off your high horse and get out more.

Wow. Where did that come from? Jeez, pal, lighten up why don'tcha? I'm sure that had the OP decisively defined what "pwnage" means in this thread's context, you might have a leg to stand on. As it is, your screed kinda makes you sound a bit petulant -- as if you were someone victimized in some petty fashion and declared as "pwnd". Well it happens to everyone. Nobody is "pwn-proof", karma sees to that.

So relax. Nobody here strikes me as arrogant, save perhaps Hotwife, but he's just parading around in the skin he's chosen. The rest of us are merely regaling one another with tales of very minor glory. Surely there's no harm in that. Nobody's being mocked or even mentioned by name. Good grief, if a bunch of people can't sit by the metaphorical campfire and relive some interesting times, what's NSG come to?

Blouman doth protest too much, methinks.

Hehe thanks. Somebody's gotta stick up for us old timers who cut our teeth on a single joystick and one red button!

Anyone up for some Atari Combat?

I had the Intellivision. My parents both worked for GTE, and their subcontractor, Sylvania so we got a discount on the console. To me, it didn't get better than Armor Battle, Sea Battle and especially Sub Hunt. Many hours spent in giddy, advanced-graphics (for its day) destruction.

I had the Intellivision. My parents both worked for GTE, and their subcontractor, Sylvania so we got a discount on the console. To me, it didn't get better than Armor Battle, Sea Battle and especially Sub Hunt. Many hours spent in giddy, advanced-graphics (for its day) destruction.

You know, I forgot to mention I had the Odyssey 2 by Magnavox.

Lots of great knock-offs of great games on that machine.

But it did have the joystick and single red button :)

How did this thread turn into a video game discussion?

How did this thread turn into a video game discussion?

Read the thread. It's kinda helpful when looking for how discussions evolve over time and others' posts. See, what happens is, someone posts something that reminds someone else of something different, and the subject shifts, either subtly or radically. Pwnage is a very common concept in the world of online/multiplayer/live action (aka paintball/airsoft) games. So it's not that much of a stretch to tell stories about such events.

Conversation: it's what everyone's talking about.






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How did this thread turn into a video game discussion?

Because these days, that's where 99% of all the WTFPWNage takes place.

Because these days, that's where 99% of all the WTFPWNage takes place.

I like videogames as much as the next guy, but that's just sad. :(

I like videogames as much as the next guy, but that's just sad. :(

While I agree with you, Clown King, I have to say that "pwnage" IRL is largely a game for bullies. Getting one back is more revenge than anything else and lowers the revenger to the offender's level.

Forgive the Gandhi-ism, but my stepfather had his windshield shattered by a rock thrown from an overpass in downtown Seattle on his way home from work last night. Police were already in the area, and when he pulled over to inspect the damage, the State Patrol told him to wait in his car, which he did. It was while waiting to talk to the police that my stepfather, his window rolled down, was hit in the head with a rock. This was out in the open freeway, no cover, and it couldn't have come from the overpass. No leads, nobody saw a damned thing.

Now I mention this because I have absolutely no doubt that in their own thuggish manner, those who assaulted one of my favorite people on Earth were regaling themselves with phrases similar to "did you see that shit? I totally PWND that guy!"

So please forgive me if I'm not really on board with the concept taken out in public. I'd rather see it online. Escalation is human nature, and pixels don't bleed like my stepfather, on the day after his 58th birthday, did -- profusely.

I like videogames as much as the next guy, but that's just sad. :(

Reality is a bitter pill, my friend.

...unless taken rectally. Then it's still bitter, but nobody has to taste it.

While I agree with you, Clown King, I have to say that "pwnage" IRL is largely a game for bullies. Getting one back is more revenge than anything else and lowers the revenger to the offender's level.

Forgive the Gandhi-ism, but my stepfather had his windshield shattered by a rock thrown from an overpass in downtown Seattle on his way home from work last night. Police were already in the area, and when he pulled over to inspect the damage, the State Patrol told him to wait in his car, which he did. It was while waiting to talk to the police that my stepfather, his window rolled down, was hit in the head with a rock. This was out in the open freeway, no cover, and it couldn't have come from the overpass. No leads, nobody saw a damned thing.

Now I mention this because I have absolutely no doubt that in their own thuggish manner, those who assaulted one of my favorite people on Earth were regaling themselves with phrases similar to "did you see that shit? I totally PWND that guy!"

So please forgive me if I'm not really on board with the concept taken out in public. I'd rather see it online. Escalation is human nature, and pixels don't bleed like my stepfather, on the day after his 58th birthday, did -- profusely.

Damn is he alright?

While I agree with you, Clown King, I have to say that "pwnage" IRL is largely a game for bullies. Getting one back is more revenge than anything else and lowers the revenger to the offender's level.

Forgive the Gandhi-ism, but my stepfather had his windshield shattered by a rock thrown from an overpass in downtown Seattle on his way home from work last night. Police were already in the area, and when he pulled over to inspect the damage, the State Patrol told him to wait in his car, which he did. It was while waiting to talk to the police that my stepfather, his window rolled down, was hit in the head with a rock. This was out in the open freeway, no cover, and it couldn't have come from the overpass. No leads, nobody saw a damned thing.

Now I mention this because I have absolutely no doubt that in their own thuggish manner, those who assaulted one of my favorite people on Earth were regaling themselves with phrases similar to "did you see that shit? I totally PWND that guy!"

So please forgive me if I'm not really on board with the concept taken out in public. I'd rather see it online. Escalation is human nature, and pixels don't bleed like my stepfather, on the day after his 58th birthday, did -- profusely.

What you described is not pwnage. Now if it had been birthday cake, that would have been pwnage. *nod*

Damn is he alright?

He's okay. This is the kind of thing that sets me off and makes me understand vigilantism. I want to hide out in the area, watch the overpasses, and plug the mental midgets that think dropping rocks on random drivers is a cool thing to do. What the fuck.

He's okay. This is the kind of thing that sets me off and makes me understand vigilantism. I want to hide out in the area, watch the overpasses, and plug the mental midgets that think dropping rocks on random drivers is a cool thing to do. What the fuck.

I hear ya. If you decide to do it and need a spotter give me a call ;)

He's okay. This is the kind of thing that sets me off and makes me understand vigilantism. I want to hide out in the area, watch the overpasses, and plug the mental midgets that think dropping rocks on random drivers is a cool thing to do. What the fuck.

I hear ya. If you decide to do it and need a spotter give me a call ;)

I bet I can get hold of some police grade pepper balls for a paintball marker. :)

Three cases, a little bit of everything, so you boyz can gloat and rejoice:

1.- A professor, in the university, for some reason, says "After the romans invented the wheel..." I was pretty absent during class, thinking about something else, but I reacted after hearing this. I just raise my hand and say. "Sorry, professor, but I don't believe you just said that the roman invented the wheel".

He asks why do I think that, and I tell him that I can't believe he is a professor and can say in front of the class that the romans invented the wheel. He asks me to explain myself and I answer that I don't need to explain such an obvious fact. Then he tells me to get out of his class, and do not return until I am willing to explain myself. Next week I went to his class with a huge image of an egyptian war chariot hanging from my neck and over my chest, with a phrase saying "Ramses II riding BEFORE the romans". It was complete pwnage because the professor left the classroom in rage and never attended to classes again. (He was either fired, or he quitted. We were never told what happened).

2.- Paintball: I am trapped in a small room, like a bathroom, after one guy with one of those fully automatic paintguns entered the house were my team was and wasted my two teammates. Of course, I have a breastarmor and a mask, so he really doesn't know who is it, (he never saw my face before the match). Between his bursts, I just take a single shot as to persuade him to maintain a distance, and he is like three times close to hit me. He keeps maintaining cornered for like 5 minutes, screaming all the time "Come out little girl, I gotcha, come out little girl, sissy girl, grow some balls and come out. Are you going to hide forever little girl?".

After a while I recover some sense, drop a shot to keep the distance, climb silently to the only small window in my trap, surround the house, and take a shot at his back at a pair of meters. As he turns around, I take off my mask and tell him. "Do not complain, little and sissy girl came out for ya". His own team mates made fun of him even more than us. (I'm a 1.50 meters, 40 kilos, female).

3.- A former couple of mine told one of his friends that I was really good at SoulCalibur, and that I was able to kick his ass. He says that girls can't play fight games and goes for a night. After the first match, pretty contested because he was quite good with Astaroth and I had Sophitia, he tells me that he feels confident in crush me at the best of 5 matches. I answer that I need to see money to play for that. He agreed, and after some sweet Xiangyua action, everything was over pretty quickly in the next two matches, with even a perfect in one round.

Overall in the night, I won more than 20 matches, and he was barely able to win 5.

I bet I can get hold of some police grade pepper balls for a paintball marker. :)

Score!

Score!

For reasons I'm not entirely sure of, my wife won't get me any. Maybe if it's for a good cause though, I can convince her. :)

For reasons I'm not entirely sure of, my wife won't get me any. Maybe if it's for a good cause though, I can convince her. :)

I have complete faith in you.

For reasons I'm not entirely sure of, my wife won't get me any. Maybe if it's for a good cause though, I can convince her. :)

I love the idea. If I weren't almost certain that it would result in someone bringing real guns (with real bullets) to the scene once my revenge was dished out, I'd do it tonight.

This is one of my uncontrollable-rage pet peeves. It's basic consideration. It's like those assholes who misuse paintball markers by drive-by shooting people on bikes or walking at night, and then filming it for their ant-brained friends to chuckle at later. There's absolutely no excuse or defense for that shit. We all got bored as kids, and maybe, maybe we egged or TP'd a house or dented a mailbox. But never ONCE did we endanger anyone's life. I look back to that time and regret it because I know as an adult that someone has to repair or replace whatever some thoughtless trouser stain of a human being destroys "in fun". You get some of your own property damaged or destroyed or someone you love assaulted in some cowardly chickenshit manner, and "fun" is the last thing you're thinking about.

You start thinking about bringing back public humiliation like the stocks. What was so cruel or unusual about that? Lunch hour, downtown, the latest miscreants are on display in a public square with their crime clearly spelled out on a placard. A small police presence is on hand, dispensing soft, overripe fruits and veggies to throw. No spitting or actual hand-to-person contact is allowed, and the criminal is given goggles. When the hour is up, the douchebag is let out of the stocks and cleaned off with a hose to rousing applause from the crowd for being a decent human being after all for taking the punishment he deserves. Jails uncrowd, and maybe, just maybe thoughtless cowardly horseshit like this lessens. I don't know if it would work, but dammit, having a cop tell you there's nothing they can do, not even taking in as evidence the rock that split my stepfather's scalp, that's clearly not fucking effective enough.

Apologies for the rant.

I love the idea. If I weren't almost certain that it would result in someone bringing real guns (with real bullets) to the scene once my revenge was dished out, I'd do it tonight.

This is one of my uncontrollable-rage pet peeves. It's basic consideration. It's like those assholes who misuse paintball markers by drive-by shooting people on bikes or walking at night, and then filming it for their ant-brained friends to chuckle at later. There's absolutely no excuse or defense for that shit. We all got bored as kids, and maybe, maybe we egged or TP'd a house or dented a mailbox. But never ONCE did we endanger anyone's life. I look back to that time and regret it because I know as an adult that someone has to repair or replace whatever some thoughtless trouser stain of a human being destroys "in fun". You get some of your own property damaged or destroyed or someone you love assaulted in some cowardly chickenshit manner, and "fun" is the last thing you're thinking about.

You start thinking about bringing back public humiliation like the stocks. What was so cruel or unusual about that? Lunch hour, downtown, the latest miscreants are on display in a public square with their crime clearly spelled out on a placard. A small police presence is on hand, dispensing soft, overripe fruits and veggies to throw. No spitting or actual hand-to-person contact is allowed, and the criminal is given goggles. When the hour is up, the douchebag is let out of the stocks and cleaned off with a hose to rousing applause from the crowd for being a decent human being after all for taking the punishment he deserves. Jails uncrowd, and maybe, just maybe thoughtless cowardly horseshit like this lessens. I don't know if it would work, but dammit, having a cop tell you there's nothing they can do, not even taking in as evidence the rock that split my stepfather's scalp, that's clearly not fucking effective enough.

Apologies for the rant.

There's no need to apologize, especially because, in a weird way, I think this is completely relevant to the OP.

Here's why:

When we talk about owning somebody, especially in the context of a video game, we're talking about something that is essentially a fair fight and whomever does the owning is generally the one with more ass time in the chair playing the game or greater raw skill. It's a fair contest, and owning somebody feels good because it's done more or less fair and square.

This is how we define true and honorable "owning." A level playing field. Not even necessarily in a video game. When a former victim of a bully comes back and gets paybacks, that's fair. That's what we're talking about in this thread.

By contrast, what you described with the miscreants and the rocks is an act of cowardice. You're right, they probably went on to brag to each other about "owning" drivers who passed by but they're deluding themselves. In an honest stand-up confrontation with a level playing field they'd probably be sent home crying like babies and on some level they know it-which is why they resort to this sort of garbage.

I think it's important to point out the difference.

Three cases, a little bit of everything, so you boyz can gloat and rejoice:

1.- A professor, in the university, for some reason, says "After the romans invented the wheel..." I was pretty absent during class, thinking about something else, but I reacted after hearing this. I just raise my hand and say. "Sorry, professor, but I don't believe you just said that the roman invented the wheel".

He asks why do I think that, and I tell him that I can't believe he is a professor and can say in front of the class that the romans invented the wheel. He asks me to explain myself and I answer that I don't need to explain such an obvious fact. Then he tells me to get out of his class, and do not return until I am willing to explain myself. Next week I went to his class with a huge image of an egyptian war chariot hanging from my neck and over my chest, with a phrase saying "Ramses II riding BEFORE the romans". It was complete pwnage because the professor left the classroom in rage and never attended to classes again. (He was either fired, or he quitted. We were never told what happened).

2.- Paintball: I am trapped in a small room, like a bathroom, after one guy with one of those fully automatic paintguns entered the house were my team was and wasted my two teammates. Of course, I have a breastarmor and a mask, so he really doesn't know who is it, (he never saw my face before the match). Between his bursts, I just take a single shot as to persuade him to maintain a distance, and he is like three times close to hit me. He keeps maintaining cornered for like 5 minutes, screaming all the time "Come out little girl, I gotcha, come out little girl, sissy girl, grow some balls and come out. Are you going to hide forever little girl?".

After a while I recover some sense, drop a shot to keep the distance, climb silently to the only small window in my trap, surround the house, and take a shot at his back at a pair of meters. As he turns around, I take off my mask and tell him. "Do not complain, little and sissy girl came out for ya". His own team mates made fun of him even more than us. (I'm a 1.50 meters, 40 kilos, female).

3.- A former couple of mine told one of his friends that I was really good at SoulCalibur, and that I was able to kick his ass. He says that girls can't play fight games and goes for a night. After the first match, pretty contested because he was quite good with Astaroth and I had Sophitia, he tells me that he feels confident in crush me at the best of 5 matches. I answer that I need to see money to play for that. He agreed, and after some sweet Xiangyua action, everything was over pretty quickly in the next two matches, with even a perfect in one round.

Overall in the night, I won more than 20 matches, and he was barely able to win 5.

Good show. I had a similar thing with a teacher, except it was at a younger grade and the mistake was "Romans would have Wooly Mammoths in the Colosseum". And now for two "war" stories, one on the paintball field and one online.

1.) Last match of the day in paintball, and I've been acquiring a bad habit of getting knocked out early each round. Well, we start off in a forested area split into a top and bottom level. Me and three friends are teamed up with a bunch of 10-year olds(not that I have anything against 10-year olds, but you'll find out about that) against some rather solid players who know their business. Right before it starts, me and my three friends tell the rest of the team, "Hold them off right here, we're gonna sneak down into the lower level, flank behind them, and hit them while they are attacking you, ok?". Now, the thing with these 10-year olds are, they couldn't follow orders. They suddenly started yelling about themselves being the ones who "save the day" and hit them from behind. Before it is settled, the match starts, and we are almost instantly under heavy fire. Me and my friends go ahead with our plan....when the 10-year olds start breaking rank and try to follow us. Needless to say, although the enemy doesn't see us, the 10-year olds are pretty much decimated. Me and my friends are the only guys left. Now, we spend the next 10-15 minutes slowly crouching and walking along the underbrush, trying not to be seen. Eventually, after going up a slick-slope to get top-side again, we find ourselves behind the other team. Carefully selecting targets, we begin to open up on them, and are engaged in a fierce firefight. Luckily, our surprise attack helps even it out, until I hear my friend next to me yell, "LEFT! LEFT!!!". I turn to find around 5 people on the other team have followed us and are now going up the slope, firing all the way. I quickly turn, and open up on them. Somehow, I'm not sure how, I hit all of them. We win the game, amazingly. It was a great feeling to end the day.

And now for the shorter, more vulgar, second story:

2.) I am playing some Team Deathmatch on Call of Duty 4, when I enter a game. When the sides are chosen, the other team begins to rant the following:

"Ha, its a bunch of damn gays on the other team, lets rape their queer asses. We're coming for you faggots!"

I've never been one for such sayings online. I say you just play the game, and congratulate the other team if they win, and say "good game" if you win. Now, we enter the game. And let me put it this way. We dominate their arses into oblivion. It wasn't a match, it was a slaughter. We win 750(10 points per kill) to 380. It's now in the after-game lobby, where both teams can talk to each other again. It's silent for a few seconds, before I clear my voice and say:

"Well....looks like you just got your asses handed to you by a bunch of gays."

They immediately errupt into unintelligible muttering and cursing, and the only thing I can make out is, "Back out, back out, back out!". The players on the other team all quit. It felt good smashing a bunch of homophobes who couldn't back up their pre-game smack talk. It's always good.

I'm really diggin' all the paintball stories.

Here's one that I didn't do the owning in.

I was in a corridor in an indoor paintball arena and there was this 10 year old kid behind me (Why is it always 10 year olds?)

Well, ahead of us is a sharp left turn and I saw through viewports that the other team had sent several guys down that corridor, coming right at us. They took a couple of potshots at us through the windows so they knew we were there. I realized we needed to retreat and so I turned to the kid and said "Ok we need to fall back. I'll cover you, just go." "Ok." He said.

A couple seconds later, after I'd decided to risk sacrificing myself so this kid could make his escape, I turn around and he's still there. "Hey. Go on, head back. We're gonna get hit." I tell him. "Ok." He says. And doesn't move.

So I'm trying to decide what to do next, knowing the enemy is about to pounce on us, when I feel a it in my back. I turn around, and this kid has just TK'ed me. I just look at him and he says "Sorry..." So I shout "I'm out!" in accordance with the rules and as I walk away, paintgun over my head I say to him "Good luck" derisively, because I have a pretty good idea what's about to happen.

Sure enough, about 10 seconds later, I heard a hail of gunfire and the kid start screaming.

OWNED!

As he turns around, I take off my mask and tell him. "Do not complain, little and sissy girl came out for ya". His own team mates made fun of him even more than us. (I'm a 1.50 meters, 40 kilos, female).


I used to run a lasertag venue. Among our regular members, we had a group of little teen girls - I doubt if any of them were much over 100 lbs who basically existed for the purpose of just this kind of pwnage.

A group of lads would come in and be wayyy too much. Loud, obnoxious, taunting the other players. Bad form.

So I'd offer them a free game, and send them in against 5 or 6 of our girls...

There's no need to apologize, especially because, in a weird way, I think this is completely relevant to the OP.

Here's why:

When we talk about owning somebody, especially in the context of a video game, we're talking about something that is essentially a fair fight and whomever does the owning is generally the one with more ass time in the chair playing the game or greater raw skill. It's a fair contest, and owning somebody feels good because it's done more or less fair and square.

This is how we define true and honorable "owning." A level playing field. Not even necessarily in a video game. When a former victim of a bully comes back and gets paybacks, that's fair. That's what we're talking about in this thread.

By contrast, what you described with the miscreants and the rocks is an act of cowardice. You're right, they probably went on to brag to each other about "owning" drivers who passed by but they're deluding themselves. In an honest stand-up confrontation with a level playing field they'd probably be sent home crying like babies and on some level they know it-which is why they resort to this sort of garbage.

I think it's important to point out the difference.

The difference is - everyone in Unreal Tournament (or whichever) is there by choice, and realises that 'it's on'.

Some dumbass hoisting rocks (I remember a story like that near here, except it ended in a fatality, because they thought a bowling ball would be so much fun) isn't owning anyone - they're just being a prick at a distance.

The difference is - everyone in Unreal Tournament (or whichever) is there by choice, and realises that 'it's on'.

Some dumbass hoisting rocks (I remember a story like that near here, except it ended in a fatality, because they thought a bowling ball would be so much fun) isn't owning anyone - they're just being a prick at a distance.

Agreed.

Undoubtedly.

I have another good one.

There was this black kid who I didnt like. He lived with his parents in a nice house in a rich area. His dad marched with Dr King. This is in New Brunfelds Texas, btw.

One day I got two wooden beams and made a cross, I wrapped the cross in fuel rags. I waited till late at night, put the cross in my truck, drove to his house, dug a hole in the front yard and put the cross there. Then I soaked it in gas and set it on fire. I threw a rock through a downstairs window and took off.

I also made threatening racist phone calls

They moved out the following month.

I was caught and charged, so stfu about about the partyvan

Thank you for bringing back bad memories of a black kid torturing me in school simply because I accidentally threatened him racially.

I used to run a lasertag venue. Among our regular members, we had a group of little teen girls - I doubt if any of them were much over 100 lbs who basically existed for the purpose of just this kind of pwnage.

A group of lads would come in and be wayyy too much. Loud, obnoxious, taunting the other players. Bad form.

So I'd offer them a free game, and send them in against 5 or 6 of our girls...

Yeah, it happens. I'm not extraordinarily good in paintball. Actually, to be frank, I am closer to suckage than to pwnage.

Yet, This guy was specially obnoxious. All of them had special equipment. Motocross suits, special automatic guns, knee , elbow and wrist protectors, custom masks...My team and me only had the guns and the masks that rented at the court. One-shot, short range things against their burst and automatic weapons. It was a miracle that was only one guy left in that shootout. And it was a miracle that he didn't heard me going out and surrounding him. And he tried to insult me calling me a "girl", thinking that I was a boy, which made me mad.

When I was younger and braver, my gang of friends used me in the games I was good at when they faced a stupid or rather too confident, abusing opponent. Some times I wasn't good enough as to win, but other times it was sheer brilliance. This is Latin America, we are filled with boys that are sure girls can't play their games.

Happened a few times in the cyber café where I learned to play computer games. I used to play Day of Defeat, and managed to be quite good with the machine gun. I always got the irate response of one guy standing from the computer screaming..."OK, who's the fucking faggot with the motherfucking camping MG42?"

I always raised my hand and said as softly as I could. "I am, why?".

He's okay. This is the kind of thing that sets me off and makes me understand vigilantism. I want to hide out in the area, watch the overpasses, and plug the mental midgets that think dropping rocks on random drivers is a cool thing to do. What the fuck.

That's not pwnage, that is aggression and assault.

Pwnage, for me, is taking down someone trying to abuse or to impose himself in a smart or rather inventive manner, without making overlasting damage...

Undoubtedly.

I have another good one.

There was this black kid who I didnt like. He lived with his parents in a nice house in a rich area. His dad marched with Dr King. This is in New Brunfelds Texas, btw.

One day I got two wooden beams and made a cross, I wrapped the cross in fuel rags. I waited till late at night, put the cross in my truck, drove to his house, dug a hole in the front yard and put the cross there. Then I soaked it in gas and set it on fire. I threw a rock through a downstairs window and took off.

I also made threatening racist phone calls

They moved out the following month.

I was caught and charged, so stfu about about the partyvan

Wow, your kind of a jerk.

Don't worry. Neither of them are on NSG.

Ahem. :D

Wow, with that cross thing, you managed to give your town a bad name. That wasn't pwnage, that was abuse. And you crossed the line clearly there.

Wow, with that cross thing, you managed to give your town a bad name. That wasn't pwnage, that was abuse. And you crossed the line clearly there.

I'm pretty sure we're looking at a wannabe, actually. It comes across more like trolling, than real recounting of historical events.

I could be wrong of course. It's possible that someone like that could be able to type without a grown-up pointing to the next button each time...

I love the idea. If I weren't almost certain that it would result in someone bringing real guns (with real bullets) to the scene once my revenge was dished out, I'd do it tonight.

This is one of my uncontrollable-rage pet peeves. It's basic consideration. It's like those assholes who misuse paintball markers by drive-by shooting people on bikes or walking at night, and then filming it for their ant-brained friends to chuckle at later. There's absolutely no excuse or defense for that shit. We all got bored as kids, and maybe, maybe we egged or TP'd a house or dented a mailbox. But never ONCE did we endanger anyone's life. I look back to that time and regret it because I know as an adult that someone has to repair or replace whatever some thoughtless trouser stain of a human being destroys "in fun". You get some of your own property damaged or destroyed or someone you love assaulted in some cowardly chickenshit manner, and "fun" is the last thing you're thinking about.

You start thinking about bringing back public humiliation like the stocks. What was so cruel or unusual about that? Lunch hour, downtown, the latest miscreants are on display in a public square with their crime clearly spelled out on a placard. A small police presence is on hand, dispensing soft, overripe fruits and veggies to throw. No spitting or actual hand-to-person contact is allowed, and the criminal is given goggles. When the hour is up, the douchebag is let out of the stocks and cleaned off with a hose to rousing applause from the crowd for being a decent human being after all for taking the punishment he deserves.

I love it. Add bare feet and long feathers on sticks and we have a full fledged form of interactive entertainment for the masses. :)

So I'm trying to decide what to do next, knowing the enemy is about to pounce on us, when I feel a it in my back. I turn around, and this kid has just TK'ed me. I just look at him and he says "Sorry..." So I shout "I'm out!" in accordance with the rules and as I walk away, paintgun over my head I say to him "Good luck" derisively, because I have a pretty good idea what's about to happen.

Sure enough, about 10 seconds later, I heard a hail of gunfire and the kid start screaming.

OWNED!

TK? Traitor Kill? What a little turd!

I used to run a lasertag venue. Among our regular members, we had a group of little teen girls - I doubt if any of them were much over 100 lbs who basically existed for the purpose of just this kind of pwnage.

A group of lads would come in and be wayyy too much. Loud, obnoxious, taunting the other players. Bad form.

So I'd offer them a free game, and send them in against 5 or 6 of our girls...

Q-Zar, by any chance? LOVED that game. Sorry to have seen it disappear.

Thank you for bringing back bad memories of a black kid torturing me in school simply because I accidentally threatened him racially.

Uh...wha? How do you accidentally threaten someone, racially or otherwise?

I love it. Add bare feet and long feathers on sticks and we have a full fledged form of interactive entertainment for the masses. :)

Frankly, I'm surprised it hasn't happened already. With all the TV "judges" and other reality programming, how has "punishment" escaped the same attention that "crime" has already received?

Q-Zar, by any chance? LOVED that game. Sorry to have seen it disappear.


This, actually: http://www.laserquest.com/

Yeah - I miss playing it. I kicked ass at that game so hard.

This, actually: http://www.laserquest.com/

Yeah - I miss playing it. I kicked ass at that game so hard.

There's one in Spokane! Guess I'll be re-acquainting myself with the game I thought was over 15 years ago. Cool.

There's one in Spokane! Guess I'll be re-acquainting myself with the game I thought was over 15 years ago. Cool.

Get some practise in. If I'm ever up that way (and I actually almost was, the start of this year), I'll make sure I have something for the next 'acts of ownage' thread.

Or you will, now, since I talked all tough... :D

TK? Traitor Kill? What a little turd!

TK = Team Kill. It's a common online video game expression.

TK = Team Kill. It's a common online video game expression.

I've only ever played UT2k4. I guess they don't use it there since you can't frag teammates on team deathmatch and the like. I'd never heard it until now.

Wow. Where did that come from? Jeez, pal, lighten up why don'tcha? I'm sure that had the OP decisively defined what "pwnage" means in this thread's context, you might have a leg to stand on. As it is, your screed kinda makes you sound a bit petulant -- as if you were someone victimized in some petty fashion and declared as "pwnd". Well it happens to everyone. Nobody is "pwn-proof", karma sees to that.

So relax. Nobody here strikes me as arrogant, save perhaps Hotwife, but he's just parading around in the skin he's chosen. The rest of us are merely regaling one another with tales of very minor glory. Surely there's no harm in that. Nobody's being mocked or even mentioned by name. Good grief, if a bunch of people can't sit by the metaphorical campfire and relive some interesting times, what's NSG come to?

Blouman doth protest too much, methinks.

Yes you are quite right, I was a bit pissed off yesterday evening and I took it against some people on here, while I don't mind telling tales around the campfire, just some of these stories really were not proper pwnage such as the guy who hit someone and then when that guy tried to defend himself the poster beat him up (really pwnage?) or the guy who decided to light up a cross out the front of some rich black house is a bit different to talking about some stuck up prig who boasted about how good he is at say BF1942 and no one can beat him and you walk up and blitz his arse, now that would be proper pwnage.

Now yes I have been pwned but I have pwned many people in my own time not just in games but in real life over many situations. As I say I don't mind people talking about how they got some wanker back, but they are some stories in here which really is not real pwnage but more of a boast.

Yes you are quite right, I was a bit pissed off yesterday evening and I took it against some people on here, while I don't mind telling tales around the campfire, just some of these stories really were not proper pwnage such as the guy who hit someone and then when that guy tried to defend himself the poster beat him up (really pwnage?) or the guy who decided to light up a cross out the front of some rich black house is a bit different to talking about some stuck up prig who boasted about how good he is at say BF1942 and no one can beat him and you walk up and blitz his arse, now that would be proper pwnage.

Now yes I have been pwned but I have pwned many people in my own time not just in games but in real life over many situations. As I say I don't mind people talking about how they got some wanker back, but they are some stories in here which really is not real pwnage but more of a boast.

Well, I hope whatever happened yesterday was not permanent or too awful. I know how a blue funk affects my posting style. The "cross burner", Breemer, was full of shit, so no worries there, and I think he was also the guy in your first example. He's a really amateurish troll, nothing more.

Well, I hope whatever happened yesterday was not permanent or too awful. I know how a blue funk affects my posting style. The "cross burner", Breemer, was full of shit, so no worries there, and I think he was also the guy in your first example. He's a really amateurish troll, nothing more.

Oh ok sure well then carry on good people. No it wasn't permanent nothing that can't be solved with a few debates and telling a certain someone where to go, thanks for caring and your understanding.

This, actually: http://www.laserquest.com/

Yeah - I miss playing it. I kicked ass at that game so hard.

Haven't been to one in years, but it was always good fun, and less messy than paintball.

I once had a moment of minor pwnage in lasertag. There was one part of the arena where several enemies were hiding around a corner. I knew this due to a conveniently placed mirror.

I took advantage of the fact that we were playing laser tag, as opposed to paintball or nerf wars. I fired at their reflections in the mirror, and tagged them.

I once had a moment of minor pwnage in lasertag. There was one part of the arena where several enemies were hiding around a corner. I knew this due to a conveniently placed mirror.

I took advantage of the fact that we were playing laser tag, as opposed to paintball or nerf wars. I fired at their reflections in the mirror, and tagged them.

Angle of Incidence = Angle of Reflection, FTW.

I'm not entirely sure if this would count as ownage but one of the trainning sessions my rowing club would do would be hill sprints. It's pretty much just sprinting up a hill and jogging back down for 45 minutes and is fairly brutal.

I had a repuatation for being pretty fast and was probably the best at the hill but there was a new guy who thought he was really fit and a really good runner. He spent a couple of weeks telling me about how he was going to "destroy me" and that "he was racing now " and was "out there to win". It wasn't the most inspiring trash talk I had ever hard but was fairly tedious.

The day that we were doing the hill sprints, he spent most of the time in the changing room, bragging about how fast he was and how good a runner he was, etc, etc. Plus a couple of guys were beginning to agree with him and were telling me to prepare to lose and stuff.
By the time we were jogging up to the hill, I wanted to win and really couldn't face the prospect of losing to him. By the time the coach shouted go, I was pretty psyched and absolutely sprinted off the start line and the guy couldn't handle me at all. When I reached the top of the hill, I was absolutely wrecked and was only about 2 minutes into a 45 mintue session and was a little worried I was going to blow myself out but I ended up pulling away from him every sprint and he eventually had to give up.

To put the icing on the cake, I already had the club record of 9 sprints but by the end of that session, I had the managed 12 sprints. Thats not only the club record but the best of any lagan rower on that hill.

I was playing FEAR Online (The free multiplayer, of course) and I was in a CTF server. Our teams were rather evenly matched, not to mention tied, right up to the time limit. In the last minute one of their guys grabbed our flag just before I could grab theirs, so instead of grabbing it immediately I decided to hide in a corner.

Thankfully everyone else was so busy fighting over the flag carrier that as soon as he showed up I was able to shoot him, return our flag, and get the enemy flag before the other team realized what was going on.(Mainly because I knew the map so well that I took a typically unused side passage.) I got it home with two seconds to spare.

I have one, from when I used to play a fair amount of Starcraft.

I was on battle.net, playing a 1v1 game. I was Protoss, playing against a Terran player. Now, having done some scouting, I noticed that one side of my opponent's base wasn't well guarded-- he just had a cluster of supply depots set there, but didn't bother to put significant defense there because it was one of those maps with beginning bases set on higher ground with only one ramp to get up there, and the area between our bases was patrolled by Valkyries, so he figured air approach would be difficult. The approach by land was also blocked-- he had bunkers and supply depots blocking the ramp up into his base.

Anyway, a bit into the match, I got attacked by a large force of Goliaths and Science Vessels. After a moment, I realized defense was futile-- he had far too many forces for me to fight. At this point, he started sending victory messages, like "Heh. Bye bye!" and whatnot.

But I had one last desperate idea--
I loaded most of my remaining forces--a handful of dragoons, archons, and dark templar-- into a few shuttles, and, using my observer to watch the Valkyries, managed to sneak around them and drop all my forces into his base.

I quickly managed to take out all of his missile turrets and his comsat station, and most of his defending forces, which pretty much only consisted of the units he unloaded from his bunkers plus one or two siege tanks (since the bulk of his army being used to attack my base-- an attack that was going quite well, my base having only a few photon cannons left and what few troops I'd managed to train after sending the attacking force off.)

As I predicted, he rushed his army back to defend his base-- but couldn't get in because his own elaborate bunker defenses blocked the land route! At this point, almost all I had left were my dts-- most of the visible units having been killed. Before he cleared the ramps, I quickly slaughtered all his SCVs and destroyed his command center.

At this point, he conceded defeat.

Funny thing is, if he'd just pressed his attack, he probably could have destroyed my base before I did his.

Well, I'm going paintballing this Thursday, so I'll come back with stories of ownage performed by me, or me getting owned in amusing ways(it. always. happens!).

I've got one from the good 'ole days of Red Alert. My buddy and I used to play often 2v2 and whatnot. Got to be pretty decent until we ran up against these two girls who beat us decisively a couple days in a row. They were very well coordinated and always managed to rush one of us well enough to really give us the stop before we start. On the third day of playing them they rushed my buddy and wiped him out, however he managed to get one single infantry trooper to my base, which I had managed to defend rather well with teslas. His trooper magically found a glorious box with an MCV.

So while he hid in my base I managed to fend of the two girls while he built up his navy (allies). I imagine they thought he was dead because when he started shelling the shit out of them they were not too happy about where the shells were coming from. That was far from our last game with them but it is the one I remember most fondly.

When I first started secondary school I flicked a coin that was in my hand and it hit this guy who was about 7 inches taller than me in the back of his head. I apologised and asked if it hurt. He said no. He then turned round and punched me in the face as hard as he could, which was very hard. He then said oh sorry, did that hurt. He obviously expected me to run off crying. Instead, I punched him back and his head smacked into a brick wall behind him. I carried on hitting him until he grabbed my wrists but I just grabbed his hair and pulled it as low as I could, then kneed him in the face. He ran off crying. It felt soooo good.I did the same thing once. Oh wait, I was the tall guy. So that was you!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? You JERK!!?!?!?!?!?!


*Grabs battle axe and summons a horde of Vikings to carry Adunabar off to a lifetime of torture and to spend the rest of his unnatural life with Tom Cruise.*

Who's crying now>

well for me it was actually last night. i'm working at a scout camp near where i live. so during the last week there is somthing called staff wars where the different areas declare war on other areas and start pulling pranks back and forth. so me and 3 other people made the 3/4 mile walk around the lake at 1:30 in the morning. we snuck up and then got into an area's storage locker re organized it then his a picnic table in side of it. then paddled a canu(sorry for the spelling) to the other side at 3:00 to go back to bed.

the directors reaction the next morning was great. especially cuz he recived 2 different delcarations of war from 2 different areas that he didnt see until he woke up. :p

Not cool.

Not one bit.
Oh, don't be a spoilsport. Perhaps one or two tabs less would be more humane, but as soon as anyone mentions drugs to me it gets funny (oh yeah, someone's pulled one on me too. I think i put that on an anecdote thread)
that whole racist thing bites baculum, though.