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

INFERNO552 wrote:

jord wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

so youd rather he beat an old man

A dog murdering old man,yes.

the man had legal right to shoot a dog on his propert,yes it was an asshole move on his part, the least he couldve done was shoot it twice rather than letting it suffer down the street, now this is the second day this has been argued,stop! all the people that think couger is sick you believe that but noone be so arrogant as to tell other people what they should think, or feel

sorry 4 the grammer....

INFERNO552 wrote:

Cougar wrote:

Jesus, if that story made people cry, good thing I didn't tell some stories of what I've done to women...

please dont.......i agree with u on the dog thing...dont make me think less of yuo

Cougar wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

Cougar wrote:

Jesus, if that story made people cry, good thing I didn't tell some stories of what I've done to women...

please dont.......i agree with u on the dog thing...dont make me think less of yuo

Ok.  They are kinda funny though.

Cougar wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

Cougar wrote:

Ok.  They are kinda funny though.

as long as it doesnt involve a hatchet

No hatchet's, I've never killed anyone before.  Broke a guys neck once, but never killed anyone.

jord wrote:

Cougar wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

as long as it doesnt involve a hatchet

No hatchet's, I've never killed anyone before.  Broke a guys neck once, but never killed anyone.

You broke a guys neck,was he paralyzed?

Cougar wrote:

Almost.  He still walks a little funny, but at least he can walk.

INFERNO552 wrote:

its more honorable to go out fighting rather than giving up

KEN-JENNINGS wrote:

Eh, something I'm not proud of...doesn't involve violence really, but

After a night of heavy drinking about 5 years ago, a buddy and I decided to go to a local cemetary and smoke some ganja at the grave of a friend.  I cut my jacket on the barbwire when we left, and it was a particularly cold night, so I wanted some type of jacket.  My friend and I started searching the cars on the street for a jacket, and I ended up finding a car with a video camera in it.  Now this was right around Christmas time, so I figured I had scored a new present.  A few days later we were watching the video in the camera and it turns out the couple I stole the camera from had a newborn who was celebrating his first Christmas.  In fact, the tape was named, "Baby's First Christmas."  (I can't remember the baby's name).  I felt like shit, and I'm sure that came back tenfold somewhere down the line.

Cougar wrote:

INFERNO552 wrote:

Cougar wrote:

Jesus, if that story made people cry, good thing I didn't tell some stories of what I've done to women...

please dont.......i agree with u on the dog thing...dont make me think less of yuo

Ok.  They are kinda funny though.

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.

Ty wrote:

Wow. I'd expect that type of shit from Cougar, but stealing baby's first christmas Ken?

Most coldhearted thing for me... well, most involve animals actually, one involves being drunk in a fruit and vege shop. The most coldhearted one is kind of like Cougar's dog thing, (although less brutal - I reckon it is at least. I didn't do it in front of the owners.)

I used to have a cat called Oskar. It used to always get in fights with the neighbors cat - a black thing called Snowey. I was working late quite a lot with schoolwork, (stuff which would take me five minutes now,) and these catfights at night were really getting to me. After a week of every night yowling I took action. I caught the cats in the back yard and they didn't notice me. I swiftly grabbed Snowey's tail and in blind rage swung the cat over my head and basicly broke it's head like an egg on the concrete thing my Dad uses as a chopping block. I was kind of caught up in the moment so didn't realise what I'd done. I found a place to bury the cat, hosed off the blood, brain and bits of bone and spoke of it to no-one until now. Thankfuly my parents and sister slept through it so they don't know either and could honestly answer when the neighbors went door-knocking to find their cat later in the week.