BF2S Forums What's The Most Cold-Hearted Thing You've Ever Done?

stryyker wrote:

BUDFORCE wrote:

stryyker wrote:

lets see. Back in my younger years, (one year ago yesterday) I was in the desert with my cousin doing some shooting. Some redneck imbred fucks come over to our truck, and challenge us to a shooting match. We accept, we win (aiming does wonders for accuracy)

Dumbass hick #1 points his S&W at my cousins face (jokingly, apparently)

i told him to back the fuck up.

Dumbass #2 says "Dont use language here you prick"

Dumbass #1 goes back to his car, and drives off.

Dumbass #2, after talking with my cousin, turns around to go to his car. But suddenly he turns back, and suckerpunches my cousin in the stomach.

At this point, i lunge foward with my M1911, and lay the butt of my pistol onto his right ear. He goes down.

We leave.

He calls the police, But before he can press charges, he is arrested at his home for banned weapons and Meth in his garage.

I think I would have shot him in the face.

I am a very defensive person, but i am not insane or a killer.

I did wish that i had a rifle though, get some nice facebeating action

Last edited by d3v1ldr1v3r13 (2006-09-24 01:08:19)

JahManRed wrote:

Me, my dad and my neighbour are responsible for culling dear over a 700 000hec area. So I have sean allot of death. In Northern Ireland you are aloud 1 shot gun and 1, 22 rifle, thats it. We have a special permit so we have .38's and 5 guns. So the police call us to kill troubled dogs, cows, dear etc. Thew closest Ive been to death was involving a 2 tonne bull which didn't take lightly to me removing his new found bitches which we owned from a bunch of cows which he broke into in the next Field. It was 15 years ago, so its abut blurry. I remember walking between the cows to separate them and then hearing this snorting and noise of the earth shaking to see this mother fucker charging me down. I ran across the whole field and jumped clear over a 1.5m high fence , he ran straight through it, I cleared it, only for about 3 steps later to slip and fall, tripped fell, 2 tones of beef was about to come down on me...........my dad shot him straight between the eyes. I will never forget the look that bull gave me as his brain was mushed and he fell over and died about 6ft away from me. He looked annoyed that he didn't get the chance to kill me. And I know if my Dada hadn't denoted him with .38 in the head he would have kept going. (I have shot 7, .22 hollow tipped rounds into a bulls head and it has still walked on like nothings wrong.
Thats one of afew stories. Ive had a few pistols pushed to my head because of my religion.......im a fuckin athius, but because i spell my name a certain way in Northern Ireland...........it puts me on one side.....im told.

Cougar wrote:

What's the most cold hearted, mean, dastardly and down right wrong thing you've ever done?

I think this is probably the worst thing I've ever done...

When I was 17 I had a dog (Full blooded Pitbull) named "Lady" that I was real close too, like a best friend.  My neighbor who lived about a quarter of a mile down the road had a few male dogs that lady would go "see" (fuck) every now and then.  One day I noticed Lady walking down to his house, I didn't think much of it.  About 5 minutes later I hear a yelp and see Lady walking back down the road towards my house.  About half way she stops and lays down on the side of the road.  I'm yelling at her to come here but she just laid there.  So I go down to get her and by the time I get to her, she is dead.  My neighbor shot her through the heart with a pellet gun.

I'm pissed, probably more so than I ever have been in my entire life.  I carry the dog back to the house and grab a hatchet.  I walk down the road to his house with the hatchet slipped through my belt loop in the back and covered by my shirt.  As I walk up to the house I see this assholes 8 and 10 year old grandchildren playing with his dog.  I walk up all nice like and tell the kids to go get their grandpa, so they run inside to go get him.  As they go in, I grab the dog by the coller and pull the hatchet out of my belt loop.  About that time old man Turpin and his kids come out of the house, just in time to see me swing the hatchet down and literally split his dogs head in half.

All hell breaks loose.  My parents saw me walking down the road and had gotten in the truck to come get me, they get to his house about 30 seconds after I killed the dog and my Uncle runs over and pretty much tackles me.  Turpins kids are screaming bloody murder and old man Turpin is about to have a coronary, my mom is screaming....yada yada yada.   Lots of people yelled and cops came.  They ended up dropping the charges because he had killed my dog and I hadn't attacked anybody other than the dog.

So...lets here your stories.

daffytag wrote:

Cougar wrote:

What's the most cold hearted, mean, dastardly and down right wrong thing you've ever done?

I think this is probably the worst thing I've ever done...

When I was 17 I had a dog (Full blooded Pitbull) named "Lady" that I was real close too, like a best friend.  My neighbor who lived about a quarter of a mile down the road had a few male dogs that lady would go "see" (fuck) every now and then.  One day I noticed Lady walking down to his house, I didn't think much of it.  About 5 minutes later I hear a yelp and see Lady walking back down the road towards my house.  About half way she stops and lays down on the side of the road.  I'm yelling at her to come here but she just laid there.  So I go down to get her and by the time I get to her, she is dead.  My neighbor shot her through the heart with a pellet gun.

I'm pissed, probably more so than I ever have been in my entire life.  I carry the dog back to the house and grab a hatchet.  I walk down the road to his house with the hatchet slipped through my belt loop in the back and covered by my shirt.  As I walk up to the house I see this assholes 8 and 10 year old grandchildren playing with his dog.  I walk up all nice like and tell the kids to go get their grandpa, so they run inside to go get him.  As they go in, I grab the dog by the coller and pull the hatchet out of my belt loop.  About that time old man Turpin and his kids come out of the house, just in time to see me swing the hatchet down and literally split his dogs head in half.

All hell breaks loose.  My parents saw me walking down the road and had gotten in the truck to come get me, they get to his house about 30 seconds after I killed the dog and my Uncle runs over and pretty much tackles me.  Turpins kids are screaming bloody murder and old man Turpin is about to have a coronary, my mom is screaming....yada yada yada.   Lots of people yelled and cops came.  They ended up dropping the charges because he had killed my dog and I hadn't attacked anybody other than the dog.

So...lets here your stories.

Thats sick, what did killing that dog acheive. Take out on the old bastard but not the dog.

DrunkFace wrote:

stryyker wrote:

eye for an eye. Any of you would have done the same thing.

Makes the world go blind.

This system of justice is primative and does not work.

INFERNO552 wrote:

cyborg_ninja-117 wrote:

stryyker wrote:

Cyborg Ninja [Japanese Steel] Lower Intestines ??????!

Hai. To perform seppeku is an honour, You have to stab yourself in lower intestines, then pull up towards your stomach.

killing yourself with a sword is the same as putting a bullet in your head either way killing yourself is a pussies way out

stryyker wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

cyborg_ninja-117 wrote:

Hai. To perform seppeku is an honour, You have to stab yourself in lower intestines, then pull up towards your stomach.

killing yourself with a sword is the same as putting a bullet in your head either way killing yourself is a pussies way out

Perhaps you should brush up on the history of Japanese warfare, before you speak. For a samauri, seppeku is the an honorable from of death.

INFERNO552 wrote:

JahManRed wrote:

Me, my dad and my neighbor are responsible for culling dear over a 700 000hec area. So I have sean allot of death. In Northern Ireland you are aloud 1 shot gun and 1, 22 rifle, thats it. We have a special permit so we have .38's and 5 guns. So the police call us to kill troubled dogs, cows, dear etc. Thew closest Ive been to death was involving a 2 tonne bull which didn't take lightly to me removing his new found bitches which we owned from a bunch of cows which he broke into in the next Field. It was 15 years ago, so its abut blurry. I remember walking between the cows to separate them and then hearing this snorting and noise of the earth shaking to see this mother fucker charging me down. I ran across the whole field and jumped clear over a 1.5m high fence , he ran straight through it, I cleared it, only for about 3 steps later to slip and fall, tripped fell, 2 tones of beef was about to come down on me...........my dad shot him straight between the eyes. I will never forget the look that bull gave me as his brain was mushed and he fell over and died about 6ft away from me. He looked annoyed that he didn't get the chance to kill me. And I know if my Dada hadn't denoted him with .38 in the head he would have kept going. (I have shot 7, .22 hollow tipped rounds into a bulls head and it has still walked on like nothings wrong.
Thats one of afew stories. Ive had a few pistols pushed to my head because of my religion.......im a fucking athius, but because i spell my name a certain way in Northern Ireland...........it puts me on one side.....I'm told.

wow thats suck how many guns you can have i have 15 rifles and 2 pistols, including a vintage lee enfield form ww1

JahManRed wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

JahManRed wrote:

Me, my dad and my neighbor are responsible for culling dear over a 700 000hec area. So I have sean allot of death. In Northern Ireland you are aloud 1 shot gun and 1, 22 rifle, thats it. We have a special permit so we have .38's and 5 guns. So the police call us to kill troubled dogs, cows, dear etc. Thew closest Ive been to death was involving a 2 tonne bull which didn't take lightly to me removing his new found bitches which we owned from a bunch of cows which he broke into in the next Field. It was 15 years ago, so its abut blurry. I remember walking between the cows to separate them and then hearing this snorting and noise of the earth shaking to see this mother fucker charging me down. I ran across the whole field and jumped clear over a 1.5m high fence , he ran straight through it, I cleared it, only for about 3 steps later to slip and fall, tripped fell, 2 tones of beef was about to come down on me...........my dad shot him straight between the eyes. I will never forget the look that bull gave me as his brain was mushed and he fell over and died about 6ft away from me. He looked annoyed that he didn't get the chance to kill me. And I know if my Dada hadn't denoted him with .38 in the head he would have kept going. (I have shot 7, .22 hollow tipped rounds into a bulls head and it has still walked on like nothings wrong.
Thats one of afew stories. Ive had a few pistols pushed to my head because of my religion.......im a fucking athius, but because i spell my name a certain way in Northern Ireland...........it puts me on one side.....I'm told.

wow thats suck how many guns you can have i have 15 rifles and 2 pistols, including a vintage lee enfield form ww1

In Britain in general its ok to collect guns. The Brits don't allow us Irish to have anymore than 2 guns. And at that you have be a farmer or justify you gun for pest control needs. I have to go out 2 times a year with  3-4 special cops with a scope only and show how every shot I "may" take has a back drop. This is only .22 bullet law. I couldn't believe it when I went to meet some buddies in the states. My dad would have cut my bollix off if I didn't. a. Point the gun upwards at all times. b. never ever point a gun at anyone loaded or not. Sorry but the basic disregard and respect for a fire arm docent exist in the USA in my experience.. It too common. Every one has a gun. I and my family go through tests and training every year to have the right to own a .38. In American a dumb ass hick can walk into a gun shop and buy a .50cal snipers rifle....why does he need  it?

INFERNO552 wrote:

stryyker wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

killing yourself with a sword is the same as putting a bullet in your head either way killing yourself is a pussies way out

Perhaps you should brush up on the history of Japanese warfare, before you speak. For a samauri, seppeku is the an honorable from of death.

and you care why?? are you by any chances a samurai??