Well, a friend of mine was jumped yesterday. Her name doesn[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t matter. all that matters is that she is a little 105 pound sweetie of a girl, and she was brutally beaten by 4 aboriginals. She will need reconstructive surgery.

This has happened to her before, same people, but not as severe. Polive havent done anything, nor will they.

I became a vigilante today ladies and gentlemen.

I became the swift hammer of justice.

I tracked them down to their usual hangout at the train station. Appraoched them, and had a short coversation with them that went something like this:

"Hey, you the guys that beat up a chick yesterday?"
"FUCK YEAH! We BEAT that little preppy whore!!"
"That 'Preppy whore' happens to be a good friend of mine. Done do it agian. Or else."
"Or else what mother fucker? I think we gotta teach you a lesson not to talk to us like that on our turf!"
"Back off fucker. I don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t want trouble. BUt I swear it. If you touch her again, there wont be enough flesh left on your body for a skin graft."
"Big words from big man. You wanna fight, huh? We'll give youa fight"
"Uh, You really don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t want that. Serious. don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t do it. Your gonna get hurt."
"Fuck you, get em guys!"

So, at this point, 4 natives are going to try to beat the shit otu of me.

I grabbed the one closest to me, swept out his feet and flipped him onto his face. Still holding his arm, I rotated it 180degrees and snapped his elbow, breaking his arm.

Second guy, rushing at me, I threw him over my shoulder, hit his elbow in midair, breaking his arm.

Third guy pulls out a butterfly knife, and starts slashing at me. I grab his arm, hit his elbow, break his arm, and sweep out his legs, sending him to the ground.

Fourth guy starts swearing at me, don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t remember what he said cause of the adrenaline. Anyways, he charges me, I kick his knee and flip him onto his back.

I plant my foot on his chest we sort of had a Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels scene. It went something like this.

Me:"Allright, listen you dirty cock smoker. I want to know your names. And if your lying, or I think your lying, I'll break your arm. If your bending the truth, or I think your bending the truth, I'll break your arms. In fact, your going to have to wrk very hard to keep your arm intact. Now enlighten me."
Him:"Uh, uh.... um... uh-"*Crack*"-HOLY FUCKING JESUS YOU BRO-"
Me:"don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t touch her, or anyone agian. Next time it'll be BOTH arms and a leg."

so, yeah. I taught those fuckers some manners... I hate fighting... but,... it was required...

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My god man.


<hides from Distorted, as he is apparently some kind of Bruce Lee thingy>


Don't hurt me?

Also, very good. Yes, violence is bad, but this seemed to be well deserved. Kudos.

eep?

[s]

Yeah...

Seriously, I cant believe what I did. I mean... its so not me. I'm a fucking pussy!

but whatever. they made me mad.

And judo rocks!

I never understand how human being can hurt other human beings.

or other beings even..

We can hurt them given the proper motivation.

They were 20 years old. And they attacked a 15 year old girl.

They needed discipline. I'm just sorry I had to be the one to give it to them. THe police should have sorted it out the first time.

distorted, I was referring to the ones who attacked the girl in the first place. I understand what you did.

You are stupid. what if they had a gun and shot you? I woulda just blasted their heads off anyway, but seriously, you are dumb. Don't do that again or you'll end up dead.

Chivelry. I love it. Makes guys so sexy.

If they would have had a gun and shot me...

So, they had a gun and shot me. that[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]s life. People die, people get hurt. Its sad and it sucks, and if it happens to me, it happens to me. Nothing I can do about it.

Walking into that situation was risky, and the one did actually have a knife.

I've got a little scratch on my hand from it.

But getting shot... I'm not scared of death. Actually, I used to try to bring it about for myself something I regret now, but I do look at life differently. Its fragile, beautiful; and can end at any time, but theres nothing we can do about that. It ends when it ends. SO make the best out of your time. Be a lover, not a fighter. I prefer being the former, but those bastards turned to the latter for a while.


Spunky, chivalry is something that comes naturally to me. I don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t think its somethign out of the ordinary. Or, at least, it shouldn[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t be.

But I guess I'm sexy!

Unless your being sarcastic, in wich case, I'll cry. a lot.

If you live in New York City, this is a normal accurance..
I'm sorry if it happened to your friend. I hope she's okay.
And who says that death is the absence of life?

Nah, I don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t live in New York, thank God.

Yeah, its pretty bad. I mean, a girl? that[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]s low. Not meaning to sound sexist, but when 4 guys beat on a girl, that[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]s sick. She cant even defend herself. She doesn[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t know how to fight.

I seriously cant believe I had to do that.

Death isnt really the abscence of life. The abscence of life is merely a state of grey. Death is a state of perfect oblivion, occuring after you have ceased to exist as a concious person, and are present on earth as an empty shell.

at lunch i was sitting with two friends of mine. i went away to get a coke, and when i came back one boy was sittign in my seat and the other next to it. the one in my seat was taking the piss out of my friend. my friend is very very quiet, so she can't tell them to piss off. anywa. i walk up to them, and knowing he wont move if i asked him nicely, grab his collar and throw him halfway across the dinnerhall and into a pile of his little hanger ons, then calmly sit down while the boy next to me is looking at me in surprise. he then gets up, and joins the group of friends sayign "shiiiiit"

who says girls cant fight?

he was in my seat anyway.

riff - where the hell were you and your lobster when i needed you?

not the wisest course of action, but, having done similar things (resulting in getting escorted out of Polo Park) i totally empathize.

just make certain you don't get busted for assault

*hearty chuckle* well done arse goblin. Us guys can be real assholes. Sorry about their behavior. Good job straightening them out though!

Nukelavee, I was probably playing my guitar or cookign some fine lady dinner, thinking about how much I prefer being with women to fighting.

what happened at polo park?

And I cant get busted for assault. they attacked me first. so it was self defense. Though one may question the force I used

I'm actually pretty strong. Swimming for 12 years helps that out a lot. Yup.
Being strong also really helped when some creep was following me from a distance in Downtown Louisville.
One thing to do when you know you're being followed: take your keys and put them between your fingers.
And also: Always, always go for the groin whenever possible. Unfortunately, they usually cover that part up, but after you slash their hand with those keys between your fingers, you can kick them a good one. I like being able to kick hard. I've disendowed many a creep.
Sharp nails also help. I don't clip my nails often, but they always grow back very fast and sharply whenever I do. Heehee. I've made people bleed from scratching them.
Yay for power!

My friends face for smushed up pretty bad. broken nose, 2 black eyes, broken jaw, fractured cheek... like I said, she'll need reconstructive surgery for her face. Shes so beautiful... its a shame. I'm glad I put more value on personality than looks.

As well, she has a broken rib and a fractured femur, plus a hairline fracture extending 3 vertabrea... Its no cool.

Thanks.

As for you, Dsukiki, swimming does help. It also makes you very toned and sexy. Wich confirms my theory about you.

Now, guys who stalk and attack girls piss me off, and I'm gladd you descrotified that fucker. I'm happy to hear you kicked him in the dick pouch. Makes me happy that does.

Ouch about the nails though. That sounds really really painful. I don[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t wanna feel that...

Oh, and one more thing... If someone is following you, and attacks you form behind, grab his sleeves, (Or arms) and get a good grip. From there, kick one of his knees, HARD, and push your butt backwards into him. If you did that right, he'll go flying over your head and head first onto the ground. SO ou can kick him and run.

that[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]s really crap for your friend. I hope she gets better soon.

Me and a friend we attacked by a gang of 9 girls just before Xmas last year. They were all around 4/5 years younger than us (Im 21), and they put my friend in hospital. She still has problems breathing through her nose most of the time. We have to go to court in August, because the ring leader of this gang (the one who did most damage to my friend) has stabbed a dutch tourist and kicked the crap out of a guy one Saturday night as well as a million other offences. So, because of us reporting her theyve caught up with her and now shes in the shit. Haha. I doubt shell get much though, probably just a fine.

yeah, its stupid.

I doubt if she'll even get a fine. Probably just a few hundred hours of community service...

I believe that whats goes around, comes around. So if its not this time, shell get hers eventually. I just hope its painful and lingering...

I also am quite strong for a girl, but I get my strength from my job and previous jobs. I was in the army, and not only in the army, but a Military Police Officer in the army for 3 years. That builds up a lot of strength. Now I drive a mule and buggy all day and give tours, so my arms are very strong from having to control my mule and dress him, and undress him. The worst amount of violence I have ever had to deal out really did not require a lot of physical strength, and the emotional courage did not occur to me until long after the incident. This is ultimately one of the reasons I had to get out of the army and the only time in my life I was suicidal. My partner and I were called to a domestic disturbance call. We arrived and we paused at the door to work out our plan on how to handle the situation. He got an ego trip and rushed in without me and left me standing there wondering if I should wait for back up like Im suppossed to do, or go in and make sure hes okey. So I went in to find him on the floor unconcious and the husband waving a gun around. I gave my 3 warnings, with each one preparing my weapon for a shot. On the 3rd warning he turned the gun onto his daughter and I fired without a moments hesitation. From 6 feet away, I shot the man in the center of his chest and killed him. That doesn[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t quite apply to this forum though, as it was a job requirement.

Off duty, I lost my temper once in my life. I was sleeping soundly in my bed when my 2 friends came in and woke me up telling me about all this crap this one girl was saying about me. Well I decided to ignore it, and we went to the bar behind the barracks to drink instead. Well I was the designated driver, so I drank coke all night. So while Im there, I have to pee and go to the bathroom. Some jerk followed me in, grabbed my arm, and tried to take my shirt off. Infuriated, I went out of the bathroom and told my friends, who told my squad leader (who just happened to be there the same night). He approached the guy and tried to ask him about it, and this fucker tried to pretend he didn[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]t speak english. As the guy lifted his beer to his mouth for a drink, I lost it and locked a hard punch on his jaw with my right hand while shoving the bottom of the bottle up his mouth with my left. The bottle busted in his mouth and I stormed out. I got into the barracks and ran into the snotty little bitch who had started rumours about me. She oh so sweetly said hi, and I threw her against a wall and went straight into my room. Of course, I had the roomate from HELL then, so she started bitching about something, and at this point 3 sergeants showed up investigating the commotion, and it took all 3 of them to drag me out of the barracks and sit me down to calm me down. Everyone was shocked as hell at my behavior, including me, but all I told them was "I have put up with more shit than any of you in my life, and I[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]ve smiled and not said a word about it once. You know what they say, beware the quiet ones."

I havent lost my temper since then, whenever I get extremely pissed off it takes all my self control and a reminder of that night to calm myself down again.

Self control. Oh how I love it. Spunky seems sweet and nice sure. But once she almost killed her brother. People should know not to shoot crazy girls with water guns, or they will hold you under water for a few minutes until they are dragged off of you. Really. I very have much self control now.

I relate to both of you... that[I AM TOO STUPID TO USE AN APOSTROPHE]s the only time in my life that I've ever actually been violent... And I regret... It sucks...

Sounds like a big load of bullshit to me. I'm not as easy to impress as some of these kids are.