Post your street fighting nightmare scenario and ill explain
Post your street fighting nightmare scenario and ill explain
Late at night in a path in the forest, four guys jump you. One has you in a headlock on the ground feeding you shots while the other 3 kick your ribs.
Shit myself and start laughing.
Som-Pong wrote:Shit myself and start laughing.
That is probably the correct answer, except for the shitting part
I have found that if someone reacts in a highly UN-expected manner (as long as it is genuine), people usually backdafuck up because they are confused and curiosity supercedes their violence
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Vutulaki-san
If any fully evolved humans have any questions let me know.
OK Vutu, let's test.
Here's some real scenarios that actually happened... (pretty mild so they should be easy):
You are buying $40 of weed on the street from some older dude you don't know. ($40 is a lot of money for you, you're pretty scraggly lol and need yo' weed) He convinces you to go do the deal in a parkade.
You follow him around, and when you find a good spot you make the rookie mistake of handing over the cash too soon. Suddenly out of nowhere he totally flips the switch and holds up a big rock, threatening to throw it or hit you with it lol, telling you to fuck off. He obviously has no weed.
You can see in his eyes the dude is WAY more hard up than you, and also looks way more nervous than you. Compassion strikes at your soul, though you know you could kick his ass.
You approach him, and he tosses a TWENTY on the ground and runs away. (half your money)
What do you do?
Here's some real scenarios that actually happened... (pretty mild so they should be easy):
You are buying $40 of weed on the street from some older dude you don't know. ($40 is a lot of money for you, you're pretty scraggly lol and need yo' weed) He convinces you to go do the deal in a parkade.
You follow him around, and when you find a good spot you make the rookie mistake of handing over the cash too soon. Suddenly out of nowhere he totally flips the switch and holds up a big rock, threatening to throw it or hit you with it lol, telling you to fuck off. He obviously has no weed.
You can see in his eyes the dude is WAY more hard up than you, and also looks way more nervous than you. Compassion strikes at your soul, though you know you could kick his ass.
You approach him, and he tosses a TWENTY on the ground and runs away. (half your money)
What do you do?
You are chilling in an apartment on a low-rider couch, trippin balls, late evening. 1 other guy is sitting next to you, and there is a girl in the room, who's apartment it is.
All of a sudden 4 street punk teenagers burst in the door, PUMPED up violent with rage thinkin they're badasses. They smash some shit and are yelling loudly/trashing the place. Apparently the girl ripped them off for something, and they came to sort it out. They are not hitting her (yet) just yelling but are super fuckin pissed. One has a stick.
The girl tries to talk her way out of it, defending whatever happened/not her fault etc.
You are super, super high, barely able to even understand what is happening, and you sense the dude sitting next to you is a coward.
All of a sudden 4 street punk teenagers burst in the door, PUMPED up violent with rage thinkin they're badasses. They smash some shit and are yelling loudly/trashing the place. Apparently the girl ripped them off for something, and they came to sort it out. They are not hitting her (yet) just yelling but are super fuckin pissed. One has a stick.
The girl tries to talk her way out of it, defending whatever happened/not her fault etc.
You are super, super high, barely able to even understand what is happening, and you sense the dude sitting next to you is a coward.
You are in the underground subway station in Paris, France with your wife and 2 young kids. Your french sucks.
You are looking for the right platform, tell your family to 'stay there' while you go up some stairs to look for platform numbers.
On your way up the stairs you pass by some kids hanging on the steps. You check the platform number and go back to get the fam, but the kids have blocked your way. The one in the middle smiles and pulls a shiny small knife out.
You are looking for the right platform, tell your family to 'stay there' while you go up some stairs to look for platform numbers.
On your way up the stairs you pass by some kids hanging on the steps. You check the platform number and go back to get the fam, but the kids have blocked your way. The one in the middle smiles and pulls a shiny small knife out.
You just hitchhiked with your girl for 2 days in the freezing cold winter across the rockies to meet up with someone, only when you get there it gets all fucked up and you have nowhere to stay. You have no money, have been done a serious injustice, its fucking cold, and you are out of drugs.
You are somewhere at a walking/bike path venting your frustrations and arguing with your girl about what to do, when a cyclist about your size and weight pedals past and says 'stay off the path, dipshit!'
You are somewhere at a walking/bike path venting your frustrations and arguing with your girl about what to do, when a cyclist about your size and weight pedals past and says 'stay off the path, dipshit!'
I guess these are not 'Nightmare Scenarios', lol
I'll step into fiction in honor of the thread title:
You are in Sao Paulo Brazil, at night, carrying about 10 metal poles you just bought for some fix-ups in the home of your inlaws. They are about 6 ft each, rather heavy, and awkward. You are wearing flip-flops but as a gringo you haven't really gotten used to them yet.
You are parked in a narrow dead end street (high wall), next to some fancy sports car.
Because of your stupid flip-flops, you accidentally stumble and drop 2 of the metal poles, smashing the windshield of the sportscar and scratchin up the hood. The noise draws the attention of 5 guys inside who are all BJJ cauliflower-ear roided lookin motherfuckers. Your Portuguese sucks. There is a smokin hot girl with them, and as you try to put down the rest of the poles, you impale her dress, ripping it and exposing 1 of her breasts and cutting her neck. She begins to cry.
One of them is going nuts, the others are trying to hold him back but OMG here he comes.
I'll step into fiction in honor of the thread title:
You are in Sao Paulo Brazil, at night, carrying about 10 metal poles you just bought for some fix-ups in the home of your inlaws. They are about 6 ft each, rather heavy, and awkward. You are wearing flip-flops but as a gringo you haven't really gotten used to them yet.
You are parked in a narrow dead end street (high wall), next to some fancy sports car.
Because of your stupid flip-flops, you accidentally stumble and drop 2 of the metal poles, smashing the windshield of the sportscar and scratchin up the hood. The noise draws the attention of 5 guys inside who are all BJJ cauliflower-ear roided lookin motherfuckers. Your Portuguese sucks. There is a smokin hot girl with them, and as you try to put down the rest of the poles, you impale her dress, ripping it and exposing 1 of her breasts and cutting her neck. She begins to cry.
One of them is going nuts, the others are trying to hold him back but OMG here he comes.
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Vutulaki-san
Sorry guys life has taken a sudden turn for the worse.
Promise to provide answers once I have handled my bizniz.
Promise to provide answers once I have handled my bizniz.
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