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Everyone has those moments in their life when everything comes together, and they get to play the part of the hero. So, tell me a true story of a time you got to be a hero. Did you save a guy in a wheelchair from getting hit by a car? Fight off two firemen to rescue a child from a burning building? Foil a robbery? Maybe it wasn't a time when you decked out eleven Hell's Angels and saved the Swedish bikini team, but everyone has a moment where they channel their inner action hero, when they display nerves of steel, and either do something truly heroic, or just face a horrendous situation with the kind of courage that you normally only see in the movies. So, tell me about it.

Well, I was helping my father do some work on the house, and the ladder he was standing on collapsed. I managed to catch him and keep him from landing on it.

Keep in mind that I almost didn't realise what was going on until after it had all happened. I don't think it was very heroic, but it was the closest thing I could think of.

So I was walking around campus one day and I see this blind guy about to walk into a construction area where the sidewalk had been torn up. Our campus has a lot construction going on recently and it wasn't there the day before so I assumed he didn't know about it. I didn't want to yell out "Hey blind guy! Look out!" because I thought that would be a little tactless. So instead I yell "Hey, guy in the red shirt!"

I was in a resturant once and my dad started choking on something. A small panic begins and he runs into the restroom. I run after him and instincitivly do the Heimlich maneuver, causing him to spit up the object that was choking him, saving his life.

A Taliban fighter was brassing up a section of Gurkha engineers on an adjacent rooftop and i fired my UGL into his lap, grinned as he exploded into an immensley satsifying red mist and was back at base in time for tea, HUZZAH!

I saved a cat once! The cat was sitting on the street when a car came driving fast. The cat did not make any attemt to move so I trew my sandwich at it and it scared him of the street!

Oh and by the way, avantgarde; Why would you yell to a blind guy "Hey guy with RED shirt". How the hell should he know wich color shirt he has on?

I gave CPR to an overdosing heroine junkie once. And I beat up a neo-nazi for attacking my friend once. My friend was a badass but had a broken collar bone. That's about it for me.

I always stand up for my friends if they are in trouble. Apart from that, i'm not actually the hero type, i'm more like the villain

Hans_posthumus wrote:I saved a cat once! The cat was sitting on the street when a car came driving fast. The cat did not make any attemt to move so I trew my sandwich at it and it scared him of the street!

Oh and by the way, avantgarde; Why would you yell to a blind guy "Hey guy with RED shirt". How the hell should he know wich color shirt he has on?

Bloody good point!

Also, I love the fact that your heroic story consists of throwing a sandwich at a cat. Brilliant.

I once went on a galaxy wide mission to round up a new team, to help defens humanity from the evil alians...Or that could just be the plot of the video game im playing through.

Hans, what a waste of a perfectly good sandwhich.

A lot of blind people confine the clothes in their wardrobes to one color or two colors which go together, that way they can dress themselves without fear of putting on something that clashes.

I was doing rounds in an ER and was peed on by some illegal immigrant on coke while I was asking him what he had done in Spanish.

That's right, I was translating the spanish coming from a coke-head to a doctor who didn't speak it. I was 17 so I felt good.

Again, when I managed a comic store a guy came in and asked about Yugioh! cards. He wanted to get something "really special" for his nephew's birthday and feigned knowing nothing about the cards. In upselling him we got to a booster box, and that seemed to sound good to him. When I told him the price he acted really surprised and decided to go with an $8-$10 box set instead. While ringing him up his "girlfriend"/wife comes in and makes a scene by yelling impatiently and slams the door on the way out. He motions like he has to go, scoops up the bagged item and his change and takes off... with the booster box as well that was on the opposite side of the counter. Well played, sir. I irrationally ran past the counter, shoving one employee out of my way as I chased him down. The jeep outside was running and the door was open as he hopped in and they backed out quickly. I jumped on the step on the side of the jeep and said "You didn't pay for that" as he tucked the booster box under his leg and asked "what?" way too innocently. I reached under his leg, grabbed the box and said "THIS!" then crossed my arms and waited for them to drive off. It was an incredibly stupid move but I got a small applause when I walked back in the store, only to be mitigated by the yelling at I got later by the higher ups. I have a similar story at a flea market involving a family that swapped a $20 for a $100 by stacking lots of ones on top of it. For those into stereotypes, they were the only white customers I had that day and the only ones who tried to steal.

I saved a girl and her brother from drowning once. I was learning to windsurf and they were caught in a rip. So I took them in on my board. Not stylishly though I couldn't surf them back in we just paddled.

There was this one time when the battlecruising battlecruisers were closing in. I got on my unicorn and, while flying to intercept them before they reached nemesis point, I had to call in for backup. I got put on hold, so I rigged the unicorn to self destruct and flew right into their floatilla and blammo! I regained consciousness in a hospital and was told I really should back off on the whiskey. I puked and went back to sleep.

@ Catyrpelius

Yeah but I had some tasty Fried Kitty that evening so the sandwich I could sacrifice!

One time, my roomate hid some primo smoke under the dining room table while on holiday, but I found it before the closing ceremonies of the 2000 olympics. Although AC DC did not appear (SHAME ON AUSTRALIA! SHAME! SHAME!) me and my burn out friends had a great time. I think we rounded out the day with Long Island Ice-Ts and Tekken 3.

That is my hero day. Very lame and un-heroic to say the least.

There was this one time at band camp. These four guys were trying to hit on the assistant band director, who was a hot chick fresh out of music school. I was only nine, so I couldn't take 'em in a fight. Instead I whipped out my trombone and threw it at the lead high-school kid while yelling "THATS INNAPROPRIATE!" (yes I yelled with nine-year-old-spelling) just to distract them and give her a chance to get away. Then I grabbed the getaway vehicle and she hopped in the other seat and we drove like crazy all over town trying to lose these kids with their bikes. I stopped by Jay's house real quick to grab my AK and MAC10, and then she started making out with me! So now I'm driving underaged, firing an AK one handed out the window... and have the assistant band director all getting naked and trying to feel up my nine-year-old peepee... I kind of rocked that day. It was rather difficult to explain to my parents when I got sent home from band camp though.

The only time I really tried to be the hero, was forever ago when I was still in school. This nerdy kid was getting his ass kicked by a couple of those rich snotty kids that look down at everyone? So I ran over, kicked one of the rich kids off, and shoved the other rich kid off. Sadly, the shoved rich kid, somehow fell into a locker and managed to break his damn shoulder. SO my parents were sued for it.

i haven't done anything worthwhile. But I am considering joining the armed forces.

When i ran a club in Manchester we had a band called the drainpipes play. They thought it would be a great laugh to get all their mates onto the stage at the end of their gig to pose about with the instruments the other bands had left on stage... Some of these instruments got broken and the other bands, being rightly upset, started a fight :( My bouncer had his collar broken, and i had about £2000 worth of damages to sort out the next morning.

A couple of months later, the band that caused all the trouble (Drainpipes) were interviewed by a local paper where they took credit for causing a 'riot' and bragged shamelessly about 'the venue having to call the police' because they were, clearly 'too cool for us to handle'.

The Drainpipes were booked in to play at another venue the next day (heavily plugged by the local paper); me and a couple of cohorts thought it would be fun to turn the tables and invaded the stage during the first song, spilling beer into their amps and putting our feet through anything that had their logo on, then quickly high-tailing it into the night

The Drainpipes have not been heard of since 2007 Sorted.

It wasn't me, but I think it needs mentioning. A friend of mine works for a tree service and they were clearing sections of a rather large tree trunk. However, while they were bringing it down the site owners daughter ran out under the trunk. My friend grabbed her and dove out of the way with her. He ended up breaking his knee in three places and tearing some ligaments and tendons.

All in all, he saved the girl's life, but lost his job.

In my junior year of high school we were playing football in the first round of the playoffs against a heavily favored team. We played a great game into the 4th quarter and managed to keep the score tied, but they were on our 30 with 2 minutes left. At this point they were just running dives to eat clock, as they had a very good kicker. I was playing weak side 1 teachnique, and on second down I jumped the snap and came through the center relatively clean. It was a straight dive play, so I ran directly into the running back as he was securing the ball. I managed to get my hands on the ball, spin off of the running back, and then run it back for a touchdown.

Not really heroic, but I like this story, and it features violence: In college we were playing rugby against a team full donkey-caves. I was the assistant captain, and after a scrum devolved into a fist fight the sir called the captain and myself to the center of the field to speak with our opposites regarding whether or not we wished to continue the game.

We approached each other, and my captain responded to the officials question by stating that he wanted to keep playing. The opposing captain (a prop, compared to our captain as a scrumhalf) called him a queer and punched him in the face; leaving myself and the sir dumbfounded. At that point the sir called the game a victory for us, even though we had been down a try. This incensed the other team who immediately started damaging the facility by tearing down signs, ripping up the turf, and generally being pricks.

On his way out of the stadium the opposing captain decided it would be a good idea to steal one of the bikes left near the field. This bike belonged to my then girlfriend. I confronted him about it, and he tried to pull the same gak he did with our captain. I sidestepped his punch, kicked him in the balls (dude was about 100 pound heavier than me), and proceeded to punch him in the head until my teammates pulled me away. Apparently I gave him a concussion, as he was listed as 'injured' on their roster thereafter.

This one time, there was like, a spider on my friend's shoulder. And I was like, "Ahhhh Spiderrr". And he was like, "Duuuude where"

And I like, pointed it out to him. And he was like, "Ahhhh spiderrr"

And then I was like, "Duuuude get it off man"

And he was like, "Yeahhhh I should"

And then I was like, "Good idea brosefffff"

And then he like brushed the spider off and stuff.

I woke up with a hatchet once under my sleeping bag and yelled at the dude in the next squat over under the bridge "HEY SHUT THE feth UP YOU'RE WAKING MY BAND UP AND WE HAVE A fething GIG TOMORROW" while waving the hatchet in the air. good times. good times. They shut up. People don't argue with drunk people carrying hatchets as a general rule.

I really liked J.Black's club band story by the way. That's the inside of rock, innit?

Guitardian wrote:I woke up with a hatchet once under my sleeping bag and yelled at the dude in the next squat over under the bridge "HEY SHUT THE feth UP YOU'RE WAKING MY BAND UP AND WE HAVE A fething GIG TOMORROW" while waving the hatchet in the air. good times. good times. They shut up. People don't argue with drunk people carrying hatchets as a general rule.

That would've been like ironic and all if you would've like you know woken up your band and stuff, y'know?

Never was there such a gathering of two fisted internet posters.

The best gig I ever did was to literally three people in a tiny place in Hull called The Adelphi. We decided to give them the best show they'd ever seen and smashed up all our gear within 4 songs.

Later that night, our guitarist was chatting up some girl. Whilst they were talking he threw up on himself, then told her he thought Hitler was a genius. She threw a glass ashtray at his head - he ended up covered in cigarette butts, puke and blood. All of this is significant because he STILL managed to get her number!

After the club we ended up at this sort of bondage party at a flat with a load of goths. Our singer basically got raped by this HUGE (I'm talking 25 stone, easily) goth chick - she literally hurled him into her room and started pulling his clothes off, whilst he was pleading with me to come in and save him. Anyway, somehow we got out at around 4 in the morning, although I don't remember how. The last thing I remember was being jolted awake as the car I was in was fething ZIG-ZAGGING along the motorway. The driver had never driven before and was on ecstasy.

All true. Best night ever.

I think Alba gets the win for that one. and I believe it is all true, for I have seen many of those kind of nights too. Always interesting, never the same one twice.

That's why I love being in a band. It's never a good night unless you've tried to break in to a girl's school or an abandoned funfair.