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Post by Autobot Sonic on Jul 17, 2014 12:44:17 GMT
Just like the title says, feel free to talk about some of the most scariest moments of your life.
For me it was very recent actually; last night to be precise. Me my brother and two of my best friends were joking around in GTA V teaming up to kill one another when I accidentally kill a player by the name of l Mr Wolf l. Later on in the game, he starts killing us, so we fight back. My brother and I go into game chat to talk to him, when we find out he's an Australian using a voice modifier and claims to be a hacker. We disregard his "threat" and continue to kill him as long as he kills us. Several minutes later, my brother and I get disconnected from Xbox Live, and I go to my mom's computer to see if her's is working. Sure enough, it isn't. We try to unplug our router and fix the connection, but it does not work. Half an hour later, it's still not working, and I fear that Wolf actually hacked us. I call my friend iJimZard (Who is a tech wiz) to see if he can help fix my router. He walks me through some steps, but they are to no avail. The next day, I'm able to reset the router and fix my internet, when we found out it was just one giant coincidence that we lost internet. However, when I got back on the next day, Mr Wolf joined our game, and out of fear, I left. I'm kinda paranoid of going on Xbox now because of him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 13:04:41 GMT
I've told this story before, so I'll just copy-paste it from the other thread I posted it in.
Keep in mind that I had deleted the emulator and rom and redownloaded them, completely fresh, so this shouldn't have been possible.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 7:43:43 GMT
The scariest moment of my life... Ugh.
I was a little kid, maybe 12, or 11. On vacation with family on a lake that is not very crowded. We were having a barbeque on a natural dock, with my aunt's boat resting on the soft sand, when my uncle noticed a rope swing hanging off of a tree that leaned over a cliff face that was somewhat high above the water. If I had to guess, I'd say 20-30 feet. Naturally, he swung on the rope swing, jumped into the water, and did fine. My brothers both swung on it, and did fine as well. In no time at all, the swing became the main attraction of the barbeque. Everyone was going off of it. My aunts, uncles, mom, stepdad, everyone. Everyone except me. I was fucking terrified. I thought I was gonna slip, or maybe the rope was gonna break. My oldest brother (at the time, 6'3", >210 pounds, while I was 5'8", at maybe 160) said, "If it can carry me, it can carry you." I got comments like this for the rest of the barbeque. Finally, I was irritated by it, and I said, with my squeaky voice, "Fine. I'll do it."
I walked up the hill that led to the cliff, and I was looking for any way to get out of it. Looking down, I noticed that the rocks were pretty big, and were under very shallow water. I complained, "There are a bunch of big rocks here!"
To which my uncle responded, "Hold on tight for the first second or two!"
When I got there, I complained to all those below, "I can't reach it!" My oldest brother came up to me, and pulled the rope in for me, and I desperately hoped it would still be above my head. It wasn't.
"It's wet!" I tried to bother him some more.
"Just hold on tight until you start to slow down a little bit. That's when you let go. As long as you hold on tight, you won't slip, I promise." I repeated his advice in my head, when he said, "Alright, now wait a second. I wanna see this." That's when I noticed my whole vacation-attending family at the boat, watching me. My oldest brother joined them, and shouted up to me, "Alright, I'm ready!" I never really felt pressure under scrutiny, but since I didn't know any better, and I felt I normal people should feel pressure under scrutiny, I manufactured some, along with my natural fears of heights and death. I jumped off of the cliff, and as soon as my jump came down, I immediately felt the pressure of my weight pull on my shoulders and fingers. Less than a second into the swing, I slipped.
Heading face first into a shallow pool of rocks... Uh... I don't need to explain how fucking scary that is, right? That's the only thing that has ever made me close my eyes in fear. My fake front tooth hurt like a motherfucker. At the time, the natural front tooth was a little smaller than the fake one, that, combined with the fact that throughout the day, my irritating habbit of itching my chin, plus the rocking of the boat, and a few other isolated instances had led me to hammering that motherfucker all day. My fake tooth hurt like hell, but when I came up, people were looking at me in disbelief. Apparently, I slipped right between two of the rocks, and came up untouched. I contend to this day that that is the last of my luck. I am now the unluckiest person on earth. Every time luck is involved, I always lose, unless my odds are 90%.
Thankfully, the fake tooth was still there, and hasn't been checked or replaced. Not even since I broke the damn natural one in third grade.
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Post by Autobot Sonic on Jul 18, 2014 17:13:56 GMT
The scariest moment of my life... Ugh. I was a little kid, maybe 12, or 11. On vacation with family on a lake that is not very crowded. We were having a barbeque on a natural dock, with my aunt's boat resting on the soft sand, when my uncle noticed a rope swing hanging off of a tree that leaned over a cliff face that was somewhat high above the water. If I had to guess, I'd say 20-30 feet. Naturally, he swung on the rope swing, jumped into the water, and did fine. My brothers both swung on it, and did fine as well. In no time at all, the swing became the main attraction of the barbeque. Everyone was going off of it. My aunts, uncles, mom, stepdad, everyone. Everyone except me. I was fucking terrified. I thought I was gonna slip, or maybe the rope was gonna break. My oldest brother (at the time, 6'3", >210 pounds, while I was 5'8", at maybe 160) said, "If it can carry me, it can carry you." I got comments like this for the rest of the barbeque. Finally, I was irritated by it, and I said, with my squeaky voice, "Fine. I'll do it." I walked up the hill that led to the cliff, and I was looking for any way to get out of it. Looking down, I noticed that the rocks were pretty big, and were under very shallow water. I complained, "There are a bunch of big rocks here!" To which my uncle responded, "Hold on tight for the first second or two!" When I got there, I complained to all those below, "I can't reach it!" My oldest brother came up to me, and pulled the rope in for me, and I desperately hoped it would still be above my head. It wasn't. "It's wet!" I tried to bother him some more. "Just hold on tight until you start to slow down a little bit. That's when you let go. As long as you hold on tight, you won't slip, I promise." I repeated his advice in my head, when he said, "Alright, now wait a second. I wanna see this." That's when I noticed my whole vacation-attending family at the boat, watching me. My oldest brother joined them, and shouted up to me, "Alright, I'm ready!" I never really felt pressure under scrutiny, but since I didn't know any better, and I felt I normal people should feel pressure under scrutiny, I manufactured some, along with my natural fears of heights and death. I jumped off of the cliff, and as soon as my jump came down, I immediately felt the pressure of my weight pull on my shoulders and fingers. Less than a second into the swing, I slipped. Heading face first into a shallow pool of rocks... Uh... I don't need to explain how fucking scary that is, right? That's the only thing that has ever made me close my eyes in fear. My fake front tooth hurt like a motherfucker. At the time, the natural front tooth was a little smaller than the fake one, that, combined with the fact that throughout the day, my irritating habbit of itching my chin, plus the rocking of the boat, and a few other isolated instances had led me to hammering that motherfucker all day. My fake tooth hurt like hell, but when I came up, people were looking at me in disbelief. Apparently, I slipped right between two of the rocks, and came up untouched. I contend to this day that that is the last of my luck. I am now the unluckiest person on earth. Every time luck is involved, I always lose, unless my odds are 90%. Thankfully, the fake tooth was still there, and hasn't been checked or replaced. Not even since I broke the damn natural one in third grade. Goddamn...Closest thing that's ever come close to that was when I was five and fell off my porch into my backyard and cut my mouth open. Luckily I didn't lose any teeth though.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 21:39:34 GMT
So today I had a really scary experience of almost being robbed or worse.
My dogs where out in this closed of part of the garden (which also has a door directly into the house) which is separated by 2 gates and we usually just have both of them open, but when i looked out the window the dogs where closed in farther back and the door into the house was ajar (i think thats the word) so i closed it, and let the dogs into the house then looked about a bit, after a while i just thought it was bad memory or someone else in the house so I went up to play the PS4 and I heard a noise in my room (which has the PS4 my TV all my games etc) so I grabbed a metal pole-like thing and cautiously went up the stairs and entered the room and, at first it seemed no one was there but then someone bolted out of the room from behind me and down the stairs I went after them but lost sight of them when the ran out of my house all I caught a glimpse of is they had a black hoodie, but fuck the thought that he could have knocked me out or worse from when i didn't see him is fucking terrifying, as is the whole situation. Really paranoid now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 21:46:51 GMT
So today I had a really scary experience of almost being robbed or worse. My dogs where out in this closed of part of the garden (which also has a door directly into the house) which is separated by 2 gates and we usually just have both of them open, but when i looked out the window the dogs where closed in farther back and the door into the house was ajar (i think thats the word) so i closed it, and let the dogs into the house then looked about a bit, after a while i just thought it was bad memory or someone else in the house so I went up to play the PS4 and I heard a noise in my room (which has the PS4 my TV all my games etc) so I grabbed a metal pole-like thing and cautiously went up the stairs and entered the room and, at first it seemed no one was there but then someone bolted out of the room from behind me and down the stairs I went after them but lost sight of them when the ran out of my house all I caught a glimpse of is they had a black hoodie, but fuck the thought that he could have knocked me out or worse from when i didn't see him is fucking terrifying, as is the whole situation. Really paranoid now. They probably won't come back if they know there's a risk of that happening again.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 21:52:50 GMT
So today I had a really scary experience of almost being robbed or worse. My dogs where out in this closed of part of the garden (which also has a door directly into the house) which is separated by 2 gates and we usually just have both of them open, but when i looked out the window the dogs where closed in farther back and the door into the house was ajar (i think thats the word) so i closed it, and let the dogs into the house then looked about a bit, after a while i just thought it was bad memory or someone else in the house so I went up to play the PS4 and I heard a noise in my room (which has the PS4 my TV all my games etc) so I grabbed a metal pole-like thing and cautiously went up the stairs and entered the room and, at first it seemed no one was there but then someone bolted out of the room from behind me and down the stairs I went after them but lost sight of them when the ran out of my house all I caught a glimpse of is they had a black hoodie, but fuck the thought that he could have knocked me out or worse from when i didn't see him is fucking terrifying, as is the whole situation. Really paranoid now. Damn. Yeah, that's pretty scary. For some reason, recently I've been daydreaming about being in similar situations- someone breaking into my house at night, and me going into the room the noise came from to investigate while holding something I can use as a weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 21:57:33 GMT
One time, there was a crazy guy who wanted to beat the shit out of me because I accidentally injured his little brother. Pretty fuckin' scary trying to avoid that guy. Then another time, there was a guy who wanted to beat the shit out of me for fun. I ran faster then than I ever have before or since. I feel like a lot of people want to beat the shit out of me...
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Oct 12, 2014 22:00:44 GMT
Well a couple of weeks ago I got flagged by the FBI for supposedly watching child porn, turns out it's just a really, really, really awful virus trying to force me to pay money, but my god, my heart stopped for a solid minute.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 22:01:55 GMT
Well a couple of weeks ago I got flagged by the FBI for supposedly watching child porn, turns out it's just a really, really, really awful virus trying to force me to pay money, but my god, my heart stopped for a solid minute. Well, you should only really be worried about that if you really did watch child porn. I mean, it's not like you actually... watch........ Bio, I'm ashamed.
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Oct 12, 2014 22:06:01 GMT
Well a couple of weeks ago I got flagged by the FBI for supposedly watching child porn, turns out it's just a really, really, really awful virus trying to force me to pay money, but my god, my heart stopped for a solid minute. Well, you should only really be worried about that if you really did watch child porn. I mean, it's not like you actually... watch........ Bio, I'm ashamed. Trust me when I say this, I DON'T EVEN WATCH PORN! Let alone that kind, you know how much I despise R34, ugh, the way I even found out was actually going to the FIB's own site, and looking for my name and stuff that was claimed to be posted there, and then I found out there was a warning out for that type of virus, and the rest is history, thank god.
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Post by Autobot Sonic on Oct 12, 2014 22:09:25 GMT
So today I had a really scary experience of almost being robbed or worse. My dogs where out in this closed of part of the garden (which also has a door directly into the house) which is separated by 2 gates and we usually just have both of them open, but when i looked out the window the dogs where closed in farther back and the door into the house was ajar (i think thats the word) so i closed it, and let the dogs into the house then looked about a bit, after a while i just thought it was bad memory or someone else in the house so I went up to play the PS4 and I heard a noise in my room (which has the PS4 my TV all my games etc) so I grabbed a metal pole-like thing and cautiously went up the stairs and entered the room and, at first it seemed no one was there but then someone bolted out of the room from behind me and down the stairs I went after them but lost sight of them when the ran out of my house all I caught a glimpse of is they had a black hoodie, but fuck the thought that he could have knocked me out or worse from when i didn't see him is fucking terrifying, as is the whole situation. Really paranoid now. Jesus. This is why I have a cat who prefers to stay in doors. I'm glad he didn't take anything or worse.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 22:16:07 GMT
So today I had a really scary experience of almost being robbed or worse. My dogs where out in this closed of part of the garden (which also has a door directly into the house) which is separated by 2 gates and we usually just have both of them open, but when i looked out the window the dogs where closed in farther back and the door into the house was ajar (i think thats the word) so i closed it, and let the dogs into the house then looked about a bit, after a while i just thought it was bad memory or someone else in the house so I went up to play the PS4 and I heard a noise in my room (which has the PS4 my TV all my games etc) so I grabbed a metal pole-like thing and cautiously went up the stairs and entered the room and, at first it seemed no one was there but then someone bolted out of the room from behind me and down the stairs I went after them but lost sight of them when the ran out of my house all I caught a glimpse of is they had a black hoodie, but fuck the thought that he could have knocked me out or worse from when i didn't see him is fucking terrifying, as is the whole situation. Really paranoid now. Jesus. This is why I have a cat who prefers to stay in doors. I'm glad he didn't take anything or worse. Thanks, and yeah I got pretty lucky going up to my room when I did.
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Post by IDEK on Oct 12, 2014 22:18:30 GMT
uh...
nothing scary's actually happened to me, actually..that's kind of weird.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 22:18:54 GMT
One time, there was a crazy guy who wanted to beat the shit out of me because I accidentally injured his little brother. Pretty fuckin' scary trying to avoid that guy. Then another time, there was a guy who wanted to beat the shit out of me for fun. I ran faster then than I ever have before or since. I feel like a lot of people want to beat the shit out of me... I know what that's like, there was an asshole in School who wanted to beat the shit outta me because I accidentally empty an entire ketchup packet over his shirt, I always narrowly avoided it though.
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