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    82 KB IRL Random Encounters Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:06 No.13748932  
    So I had a IRL random encounter yesterday and thought I would share it with you /tg/.

    >walking home from a burger joint close to my apartment
    >walk past dark alley
    >homeless man stubles out and grabs my arm
    >puts something in my hand and mumbles something about "the motherland...you get it don't ya boy?"
    >stumbles off
    >look in my hand and it turns out to be this cool little red and gold soviet badge thing

    and it got me itching for a random encounter thread.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:09 No.13748961
    That's actually a pretty good way to start a story. Next thing you know, you'll be fighting for the Great State of Bearistan against the Mongrel Republic of Boaristan.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:14 No.13749012
    strangest part is I live in the deep south (Alabama) and the guy was obviously local
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:18 No.13749033
    I am a shopkeeper and i want to buy that badge.

    How much?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:23 No.13749090
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    That's probably the coolest story I've heard in a while, bro.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:24 No.13749103
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    I am keeping it cause I want to buy an ushanka to put it on. Also the badge looks something like this.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:28 No.13749145
    Damn it guys lets have a random encounter thread. Post your IRL random encounters
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:31 No.13749182
    Closest thing I've had that I can remember was a 15 minute stare off with a baby in a restaurant. Made eye contact and i refused to break it. I don't understand why, but I will never let a baby beat me at this.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:33 No.13749195
    Did someone archive the fuckheug epic thread from this weekend? Shit was so cash.
    >> Loch !!GzWmGH6V4eu 02/02/11(Wed)00:34 No.13749206
    Nice Lenin Youth pin.
    >> Ted 02/02/11(Wed)00:34 No.13749209
    Dude, you just met a coldwar spy.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:35 No.13749217


    Unless your job is to birth children and in turn continue the process of making them sleeper agents
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:36 No.13749225
    All kinds of little nick nack shops sell that badge. I have one one on my hat as well.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:38 No.13749252
    One time I was driving home from a D20 game at around 3am. I stopped at an intersection and as I was waiting, a slightly obese man wearing drag makeup, leopard print vest and pants, a pink feather scarf, and carrying a suitcase, angrily walked across the crosswalk. It should be noted that the nearest houses were about a mile away.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:49 No.13749370
    Lenin youth? Thats actually pretty cool.
    I wish god that would make my life a lot less boring
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:57 No.13749459
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    >> Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK 02/02/11(Wed)00:58 No.13749473

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)00:59 No.13749484

    Steiner. Kravchenko. Dragovich. ALL. MUST. DIE!
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:02 No.13749531
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:03 No.13749539
    I WAS an IRL random encounter once.

    I was at a little corner shop at about 3AM one night buying some ice cream. As I was leaving, I stop in the doorway. I turn to the clerk at the counter, we were the only people in the store, looking him dead in the eye I say "You should call her. She misses you."
    The guy recoiled like I slapped him in the face and sat there kinda stunned. Before he could say anything, I just turned and walked out.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:08 No.13749601
    IRL random encounters eh?
    Tweakers on skateboards attempting robbery (hilariously sad)
    Bikers with roman candles
    Crawfish swarm in a storm-drain
    Irate cat that must have fallen asleep in my toolbox
    Out of nowhere, drunk woman I've never seen before trying to gouge my eyes out
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:10 No.13749639
    I got a bum Story too

    >Walking in slum part of town with a bro at midnight
    >Come to a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change
    >Bum appears out of nowhere. Literally nowhere!
    >"It's a full moon tonight"
    >My friend being curious begins a conversation with him
    >He rambles on for an hour about the winter solstice and some prophecy
    >Me and bro are a little worried
    >He then eats one f his boogers
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:11 No.13749651
    I was hanging out at my desk here at home, and this creepy dude comes up to the window that looks out on my porch and hangs out, peering inside. I catch him, curse at him, and he leaves.
    A few hours later, he's cruising around outside on the street, walking aimlessly. I shut off all the lights, go grab my gun, and slip outside. I sit down on a lawn chair on the porch that is concealed from the street and wait.
    Sure enough, he comes up the steps and tries the front door. I lear my throat, lift my gun (it's unloaded and I hadn't bought any ammo for it at the time) and tell him "not a good idea." he jumps and runs off.

    random encounter FTW.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:15 No.13749692
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    Saw a guy wearing a morphsuit hauling ass down the street couple days ago around 3 in the morning. It's not that he was wearing the morphsuit that was strange. It's that he was carrying a slab of meat and was being chased by a pack of dogs that was the insane part.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:22 No.13749768
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    >walking home from school
    >pass by someone
    >all of a sudden my face is jerked from the side
    >mfw i got punched by a short, black person.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:27 No.13749817
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    >walk down 16th street at Valencia in San francisco
    >passing by notorious tranny bar, Este Noche
    >see people playing craps in the alley nearby
    >one of them is a scary looking convict tranny
    >he has a pistol stuck in the front of his hotpants
    >blows me a kiss as I walk by
    >walk faster and never look back
    I'm sure he had class levels
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:33 No.13749854
    >Mother's shopping, she's about 60
    >Ancient shirt of a band she knew when she was tiny-the Eazy Beats
    >Man wearing is a beardy guy, on retrospection probably high, stoned, and/or drunk all at once
    >Mum says, 'That's a bit of an heirloom?'
    >'Oh, you like them?'
    >She discusses bands with him for a short time whilst waiting in queue
    >as leaving, she hears "Yeah, you rock baby! Go baby! You rock!" and assorted other 'hip to the jive' slogans
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:36 No.13749884
    за Родину
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:36 No.13749886
    >out of night shift at Oxxo, about to go home
    >come across a guy in a gasmask doing some sort of strange dance with a pair of ropes like if it was Majora's Incarnation or something

    Couldn't be a street performer, it was the dead of night, in a completely dead area, and he didn't lit the ropes or anything.


    >gasmask guy notices me
    >removes his gasmask and bellows out "DO NOT LOSE FAITH COMRADE WE SHALL NEVER LEAVE YOU BEHIND" in a thick Russian accent.

    I'm sure that was one of you guys doing silly things in the middle of the night for no actual reason.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:37 No.13749893

    Fue un punk tratando de asustar a los emos
    >> Rotor !!UxKnt3NwiBG 02/02/11(Wed)01:40 No.13749914
    A man with a large bag approached me. He asked for a phone.
    >Hand strange man your cellphone? Y/N
    He makes a call.
    "Yeah I'm here. Uh-huh. What? But- Well you can fuck yourself!"
    The man almost throws it.
    "I have more sense than that."
    He hands it back. Now he is silent.
    The phone rings.
    "Ignore it."
    >Answer it? Y/N
    I silence it.
    He goes through his large traveler's bag and then presents something to me.
    "Here, take this."
    >Accept Earrings of Sadness? Y/N
    "No, I insist. This is for your trouble and I really don't need them anymore."
    >Acquired Earrings of Sadness
    The phone rings throughout the night...
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:42 No.13749935

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:44 No.13749956
    A gay guy I knew in college was big into the Illuminati and Cthulhu mythos stuff. This was a big midwest university, well known for football teams and frat houses, and the week before the college Republicans got permabanned for anti-gay sidewalk chalk messages.

    One night we wandered out really late with some chalk and did a bunch of sidewalk graffiti, all ominous shit with pyramid eyes and Cthonic(?) speech, wierd symbols and whirling circles with eyeballs. We were pretty high, so we got coffee at an all night diner, and then walked out into the morning, ready to see our handiwork.

    It was gone, all of it. A groundskeeper standing near the middle of campus just looked at us for an uncomfortable period of time, and then nodded.

    I won't play Call of Cthulhu anymore.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:44 No.13749964
    >A little girl wearing tight leather
    >holds a plush toy
    I was sure she was NPC. It's kinda hard to describe but it looked really macabre.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:46 No.13749981
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    I once was the random encounter for someone else

    >come back home from Atlus-O-Weenie
    >waiting for a train dressed like Matador from SMT (pic related)
    >a couple of black guys get on the bus and start staring at me
    >start badgering me about my costume
    >"Enough! I challenge you! Only one of us can emerge with the candelabra. By my sword and capote, I shall once again prove victorious!"
    >breakdance competition

    He totally stomped me flat, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun. His train arrived, I brofisted the guy and he moonwalked inside the train.

    Godspeed, roving dance warrior. Godspeed.
    >> Rotor !!UxKnt3NwiBG 02/02/11(Wed)01:46 No.13749983
    This may sound fictional, but before we parted, he told me to give them to someone I love. I still have them.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:46 No.13749992
    I've got one

    >I'm just hanging out in this dark alley
    >see this dude walk past
    >go up to him and give him a badge and say "the motherland...you get it don't ya boy?"
    >he looks freaked out, so I stumble off
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:49 No.13750018
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    >In CVS getting soda with friends
    >Talking about wish to be able to choke people through internet
    >Throw hand out, make choking motion
    >Inadvertently threw it directly at a woman just walking in the doors, stares at me.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:50 No.13750032
    i got one too
    >>I'm just hanging out in this dark pocket
    >this dude reaches in and grabs me
    >gives me to some other guy and say ""the motherland...you get it don't ya boy?""
    >he looks freaked out but being an inanimate object i just doesnt give a fuck.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:52 No.13750044
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    >i ... doesnt
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:53 No.13750052
    >> Green-ranger !!rEkSWzi2+mz 02/02/11(Wed)01:55 No.13750069
    >homeless man

    Fucking homeless men, I had something similar happen last night on the way back to a friends car from a net cafe.

    While with two other friends I ran into an elderly aboriginal lady claiming to be a daughter of nature, I gave her a "donation" of $2 and she kissed my shoes then left.

    It reminds me of those short novels you can buy for a dollar from random guys in vans, the novels are about America getting bombed to all shit and some sects prophesizing it happening who all just happen to drive around in vans selling books about it.
    >> Colt 02/02/11(Wed)01:56 No.13750094
    >chilling outside Oxxo with my gasmask and ropes trying to summon demons
    >guy comes out and sees me
    >rip off my mask and yell in my best russian accent "DO NOT LOSE FAITH COMRADE WE SHALL NEVER LEAVE YOU BEHIND"
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)01:57 No.13750103
    it is the badge
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:01 No.13750149
    I guess I was the random encounter once.

    >Game night, waste too much time.
    >3:00 AM
    >We decide we're hungry, and that we want pancakes.
    >My group and I look a bit menacing for local standards. Long hair, beard, generally dark clothing, etc.
    >We walk into my country's equivalent of a 7-Eleven.
    >The guy in charge is staring at us, not moving an inch.
    >We walk around the store, looking for pancake mix.
    >Finally, we ask him if he has any.
    >He bursts out laughing and says no.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:02 No.13750154
    >live in Norfolk "Port City in Virginia"
    >walking down the street at 3am
    >pass ally way
    >"The pieces of 3 let them be, the pieces of 8 must be brought to her in the dark"
    >immediately turn around and look into the ally way

    No one was there. Needless to say I was freaked the fuck out. Not much of a random encounter but really gave off an odd vibe.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:02 No.13750156
    >Hanging with my knotbro steve outside Oxxo with some guy in a gasmask
    >Guy removes mask to shout at cars
    >give no fuck, just being knotty with bro cause gasmask cant tie for shit
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:07 No.13750201
    >lean out my window in Norfolk, Virginia, see some guy
    >say "The pieces of 3 let them be, the pieces of 8 must be brought to her in the dark"to freak him out
    >Guy fearfully glances into alley, walks away really fast
    >go back to bad television, feeling fufilled
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:07 No.13750207
    I wish something like that could happen to me.

    I support more Russian Immigrants in America
    I support their right to wear gas mask
    I support their right to inspire and comfort me by saying I wont be left behind
    >> Colt 02/02/11(Wed)02:08 No.13750209
    I wish there were more stories and not us doing alternate perspectives on the few posted.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:09 No.13750224
    It wasn't all that exciting, but I had a random encounter a while back. A bud and I were meeting up at a local japanese restaurant to grab a bite to eat. He got there first, and when I pulled up he was standing outside his car talking to a rough looking black man. The man claimed to have been left at the bar next door by his girlfriend who took his car, and he wanted one of us to give him a ride to his hotel or apartment or whatever. We agreed and took him to the place, and I ended up giving the poor fuck 30 dollars for gas money and diapers for his kid supposedly. He promised me he'd pay me back after he cashed his checks from work (this happened on a sunday night so no banks or liquor stores were open, he actually showed me the checks, so I knew he wasn't lying), and I very well could have followed through to see if he'd actually do it since I had a phone number to call since I let him use my phone, but I never bothered.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:10 No.13750235
    What did they do to you in Vorkuta, anon?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:16 No.13750278
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    I actually have another good one. I live WAY WAY WAY out inna dismal swamp. Away from everyone. I live in my parents old farm house, its pretty big. They moved out to Montana about 4 years ago. Anyway I live there with my best friend Chris.

    One night me and him go out to just chill and hang with some friends. Come back at about 12:30 AM

    My door has this on it. At first it was just the inner circle and square. I was freaked out but what the fuck man. Went to sleep.

    Woke up to find it more detailed. I washed it all off and went to work. Come back after work and find it back even more detailed. Wash it off again. Talk to Chris about it. We are pretty freaked. No one lives this far out around me. There is a single road leading to the house.

    Hear a loud bang at 1am. Come downstars. My backdoor is open. On the porch is that fucking sign. Im freaking. Went full fucking lockdown mod. Shotgun at the ready with 357 on my hip.

    Nothing happens. Went to work again. Pull back up at the house, its pretty dark...I left my porchlight on when I left. Why is it out? Why is my bedroom light out...Turn on the brights and step out of my car. That shits on my door again. Completed fully. Im freaking man about to call the cops. 3 people step out of the woods wearing dark hoodies and rush towards me.

    I near have a heart attack untill they start laughing like schoolgirls.

    It was my fucking asshole of a friend Patrick. Chris was in on it the whole time along with his friend Logan. Fucking hated them for a god damn month for that shit. They know how heavy I am about occult stuff.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:18 No.13750296
    >>Walking home from school after my afternoon was canceled
    >>I was happy about my day being let out early when suddenly i pass some old guy
    >>With a raspy voice and a smile he asks me "Do you lnow what you're doing?"
    >>I respond "Yes?"
    >>He laughs and shakes his head no "Noooo you dont"
    >>He walks away and I hurry off confused
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:24 No.13750355
    >I live there with my best friend Chris
    >They fuck
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:24 No.13750361
    I would freak the fuck out if occult symbols started appearing on my house in the middle of the fucking swamp. I don't believe in the occult but I know from personal experience how fucked up some of the people who are do are; I would not want any occultists on my property in the first place much less if I lived in an isolated area.

    Also, nice story
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:25 No.13750379
    I wish you stopped whining like a bitch.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:26 No.13750386
    We might.....
    I mean if he wasn't so Christian...T_T forever nongay
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:34 No.13750442
    I had a homeless guy ask me for a ride today and he told me if I did he'd give me a good deal on a laptop.

    Probably the most random thing that's ever happened to me while driving.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:39 No.13750482
    >pull a prank on a (currently) paranoid gun-owner
    >everything went better than expected
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:41 No.13750492
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    Had a hobo outside McDs ask me for 87 cents, turns out my change was exactly 87 cents. So I pulled around and gave him five bucks.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:45 No.13750520
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    I think when I went to Europe, I was the random encounter for another PC.

    She saved me from some nasty Indians with a bat, probably gained xp from the whole scene.

    Craziest shit ever.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:50 No.13750542
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    "Although we in Russia are often as cold as our weather, us women have ways of warming up to you. Can I convince you to...work..for Mother Russia, for a while?"
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:51 No.13750547
    Not me but I saw one.

    >walking home
    >1 am
    >this dude is walking on the other side of the street going the opposite direction
    >a bunch of thugs pop up and charge him
    >he whips the shit out of them
    >flawless victory
    >notices me
    >does a Fonzie
    >never see him again
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)02:57 No.13750580
    Yeah. Thankfully Chris had replaced all mah booletts with empty casings. just incase. Besides they were always gone before I was there, the porch shit and bang were Chris. The dickbag. But yeah it could have gotten in a bad way. But hey thats my friends! Because if someone doesn't get hurt by the end of the night it just isn't worth it!
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:01 No.13750602
    Tell her to take it up the pooper and I'll consider it. Then I donkey punch her for the US of A.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:03 No.13750616
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:07 No.13750633
    >broken foot, ride home in cab
    >driver is old, skinny, methhead looking guy
    >start up polite conversation
    >he begins to explain to me that he keeps a notebook under his seat in which he rewrites the bible.
    >he claims demons hunt him and can sense when he looks in a bible
    >regularly shouts out weird ass words like "YEABUABL"
    >tells me they are the names of demons attempting to possess him.
    >finally get home, release half an hour's worth of built up laughter
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:07 No.13750636
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    >Riding bus to work
    >Guy gets on bus
    >He's dressed like the Doctor. And although he's slightly pudgier and slightly less creepy looking, he looks very much like Tom Baker.
    >I'd talk to him, but he smells terrible. Like he'd been wearing the same clothes for a week and at some point had fallen in my city's notoriously disgusting river.
    >He gets off the bus at my stop.
    >Goes into the office of an architectural firm
    >I go to work, watch out the window until lunchtime.
    >He doesn't come out.

    I think I met the actual Doctor Who.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:10 No.13750652
    >Arrive to high school early.
    >Walk the halls as I normally do.
    >One of the teachers who I had never met before but was comically fat stops me.
    >Asks me to go to her car to get her Big Gulp and hands me her keys.
    >I get it and return it.
    >She gives me a dollar.

    I completed a real life side quest.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:12 No.13750671
    I was waiting at a station for a train once, and watched some badass, burly-as-fuck biker type beat the shit out of a group of emos that started harassing him. He took this fuck-off thick chain from his waist and started belting into em.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:19 No.13750726
    No, dude, she was the strong female protagonist and you were supposed to be the love interest!
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:21 No.13750741

    But we didn't even speak the same language!

    I got a kiss though. On the cheek but still.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:22 No.13750750
    Tom Baker lives in my home town Royal Tunbridge wells , kent , England .
    i quite often see him walking through town and am actuly on noding and grinning terms with him , hes quite a frendly down to earth guy .
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:22 No.13750751
    then it was meant to be. CHASE AFTER HER LAD, ADVENTURE AWAITS!
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:23 No.13750752
    Exactly! The relationship deepens as you teach each other your native languages and share your cultures! So much awesome was lost that day.
    >> Matt !nV2vpqhGwc 02/02/11(Wed)03:23 No.13750756
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:25 No.13750766
    You need to do this. If it succeeds, tell us. I will gain so much faith in humanity that I will explode into a triple-rainbow. If you fail, hey, at least you tried and had a great adventure.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:25 No.13750768

    This was two years ago, I'm doubtful.


    I didn't get my head kicked in by some Indians, that's awesome enough for me.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:27 No.13750779
    According to the other stories from this thread, the Russian are probably going to help you in some way. We should all form a party and embark on an epic adventure.
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    Well I do like adventures...

    But conversely, I don't like Amsterdam, so I'll need convincing.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:31 No.13750810


    Points Left: 5

    Strength 5 -+
    Perception 5 -+
    Endurance 5 -+
    Charisma 5 -+
    Intelligence 5
    Agility 5 -+
    Luck 5-+
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:31 No.13750812
    Hold on, let me drum up one of my inspirational speech pics.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:32 No.13750816
    >Get out of bar with friends
    >Drunk as fuck
    >Run to Dairy Queen
    >It's late and nobody is outside
    >Trip over bowling ball
    >Skinny 14 year old runs over, apologizes, grabs ball and runs away
    >Say no problem
    >Get sundae and have good night

    I still don't understand where he came from or what he was doing whipping around a bowling ball.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:34 No.13750838
    >In a friend's green Mustang with four other males, pretty scrunched in.
    >Two in the morning.
    >This song comes on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFW25tEYO8U
    >We all know the words.
    >A red Mustang, same year, pulls up next to us at a red light.
    >This song is coming from their stereo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8keTv_vpwLc
    >Car is full of 5 hot chicks all singing the lyrics.
    >The 10 of us look at each other, burst out laughing.
    >Light turn green and we end up going the same way for the next 5 miles

    We ended up asking for a large group meeting/date and went to a local Waffle House at 3 AM. Never saw them again after that.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:37 No.13750856
    I mentioned this in the last Random Encounter thread a few days ago, but here it is again. A while ago me and my buddies went downtown Victoria for a night of drinking and ended up at McDonalds where we encountered a woman in an elf costume at around...2am? Anyways, there's a youtube video I can post if people want to see my friends acting like dumbasses.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:37 No.13750859
    >Go to a local court to observe for criminology class.
    >While waiting for the court to open, approached by a guy who had been waiting out front for roughly as long as I had.
    "Hey, can I borrow your phone?"
    >Why the fuck do you have mental alarms if you ignore them you cunt?
    >Guy phones. Is on phone for all of twenty seconds.
    "Thanks. How do I delete the number?"
    >Show him, he doesn't do it propery and gives me back the phone.
    >Go to delete the number.
    >19 digits. Not area, state or national coding.
    >Delete the number out of terror of what it might be.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:37 No.13750863
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    Most of them appear to be missing, so here's the best I could find. I'll keep looking, though.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:39 No.13750880
    Dude, just hang out in her native country and do random shit until the DM rolls the encounter again. Don't fuck up this plot hook.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:40 No.13750892

    Hmm well maybe next time I'm there then, I'll go looking.

    Which shouldn't be too long, I can fly anywhere and for free after all.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:42 No.13750916
    Wake up too early, decide to go for a walk while I wait for the coffee to brew.

    It's foggy as shit outside, like Silent Hill foggy. The sun is just starting to peek up over the mountains. Nobody for at least a mile is awake yet, nor will be for at least another hour.

    Round the corner, only to see a massive unkindness of ravens, at least a dozen, swarming and pecking at roadkill. I look around, it seems so surreal.

    One of them notices me, then jumps once in my direction and puffs out its chest, then makes a loud, irritated noise. I blink, stunned. It does it again. I turn around and walk away.

    Realize that raven was saying "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT? GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"


    Another one I want to do is to make a plague doctor costume (pic related), and get on some smaller stilts (1-2 feet) to make myself about 8 feet tall. Real imposing, staff and everything, maybe even some reflective eyepieces in the mask. Then, I go out real early on a foggy day BEFORE the sun has actually risen. Go to a crosswalk, wait for someone to come down the road. Push the button to make them get stopped.

    Then just walk out, very slowly into the middle of the road, right in front of their car. Then slowly, carefully, turn my head and stare at them. Count to five. Shake my head, then continue on across the street.

    Nobody will ever believe their story as to why there's a large urine stain on their car seat.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:43 No.13750925
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:47 No.13750960
    This would be an amazing thing for /tg/ to do en masse. Giant congregation of Plague Doctors moving slowly about a city? There's no way that wouldn't make news.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:47 No.13750961
    I live in Mississippi. A kangaroo destroyed my side view mirror. My insurance company didn't believe me.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:51 No.13750984
    Heh, I've been planning the plague doctor thing too. Only thing is, I actually have several pet crows. I also own a pair of 3' stilts. And a large cloak. Stand on stilts, don cloak, birds fly around me while I carry a lantern in my left hand and swing an incense censer in my left while muttering in Latin.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:52 No.13750993

    You are my favourite person right now.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:54 No.13751009

    How the fuck do you have pet crows? Did you domesticate them yourself? Or did you buy baby crows and raise them? If you doemsticated them I'd be curious how.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:57 No.13751035
    Crows are domesticated ravens. Read the Bible.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)03:58 No.13751037
    The masks aren't terribly hard to make. Just some paper mache, foam, white paint and goggles/glasses.

    Other than that you would need black robes (with hood), broad brimmed black hat, and some gloves (can't have any skin showing!)

    A staff with the two medical serpents at the top would also be very appropriate.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:02 No.13751064

    I'm a Catholic and even I hate you right now.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:05 No.13751085
    Plague Doctor Army is easily the best idea on /tg/ right now.

    On one morning, at the crosswalks and alleyways of all of America's urban centers, a mostly unrelated crowd of men with stilts and plague masks congregate. They speak to no one, and only appear to make judgements based on some inscrutable logic...

    We should also do something different for a small number of random people. Like reach into the coats and slowly withdraw a yellowed piece of paper with a series of significant-looking numbers, painstakingly hand-written on it.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:06 No.13751091
    Heh, crows are easy to raise (they are incredibly smart, fairly independent and will eat anything) and will stick to you like glue if you let them understand that you are a free ticket to whatever they want. Crows will eat almost anything (hamburger, potatoes, eggs, bread, cheese, vegetables, fruit, rice, etc) and are smart enough to know that you can essentially protect them from averything if they stick close to you.
    >> EyepatchAnon !!Jha5t5l7fUm 02/02/11(Wed)04:07 No.13751103
    Reposting my story I told last time thread popped up. Forgive me /tg/

    Not a week goes by when I don't get something like these stories happening.

    But back when I lived in bumfuck Iowa, something strange was afoot. I was as though I lived in a land where the normal way things happened just. Didn't. Matter.

    I was a pizza guy at the time, and I was on a delivery to a house in the middle of the country. This was fairly routine. They had a long dirt driveway that was gated off and didn't answer their phone. This happened more often than I liked, but it happens. All I could do was deliver the pizza.

    It was a dark spring night and it had been raining on and off. I parked outside the gate and hopped it, carrying their pizzas along with me. I slowly made my way to the house, thankful that they at least had the decency to have the light on and a sign at the end saying it was their house. So I walked.
    This house was pretty far. As in, I could see it in the distance. Trees were on either side of me and the road was barely wide enough for a car. Annoyed at the walked, and a bit paranoid of dark places thanks to my history of being mugged, I started talking to myself. About nothing in particular, but it was just how I dealt with walking alone in the dark.
    Through my droning I heard a squeal. I stopped for a second and then continued walking. Then I heard a revving engine. I looked around and saw no headlights or any streets that they could be driving on, so I assumed the sound was from the street a ways back and I was just hearing things echo off the trees.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:08 No.13751108

    Small index sized card with calligraphy on it along the same lines as the Voynich manuscript. Hell, we should just copy pieces of the manuscript. The world over 'plague doctors' just appear one morning.

    I'm wondering if I should do it in my small town or downtown Victoria.
    >> EyepatchAnon !!Jha5t5l7fUm 02/02/11(Wed)04:08 No.13751109


    I continued plodding along in the mud. Holding the bag aloft with one hand the way you see in the movies or cartoons. It's uncomfortable, true, but the image is great. I do it as much as possible, even today far away from shitty old Iowa. This was key to the story. Take note.

    I was about halfway to the house when I heard a revving noise again. Now, I watch enough horror movies, and read enough things from /x/ that I occasionally get creeped out. I'm not going act all brave and shit. The noise was starting to really bother me. My mind started playing images of chainsaws wielding maniacs bursting out of the trees. Let me tell you, that would have been quite the low point in my delivering history. And I was not anxious to let it happen.
    So I started singing loudly, Dr. Horrible songs, if you must know. I sang loud enough to drown out the sound and hoped whatever was there would be bothered by my off-key rendition of a superhero musical.
    I was a little more than half way when I came to a small clearing with a crossroad. Odd, I didn't see any alternate paths going to this house when I checked the map. And I checked it pretty good. But, with a swagger in my step and "Everyone's a Hero" belting as loud as I can, I made my way across the clearing.

    >> EyepatchAnon !!Jha5t5l7fUm 02/02/11(Wed)04:09 No.13751123


    A car from out of nowhere slams into me, their lights are off. The pizza goes flying into the air, straight up and I and flattened to the ground. The car stops and comes to a rest on top of me. I can still remember is the smell of the mud as I wiggled my arms and legs, making sure I was alive and what exactly was injured. My right leg hurt a bit but it seems like I got away pretty scott free. A few seconds later the doors swing open and I hear a few teenagers scream "Shit shit shit shit shit! What're we gonna do, man? What're we gonna do? We killed a guy. We fucking killed a guy."
    The driver just paused. I couldn't see more than his boots but I'm pretty sure he was looking around. Apparently the pizza landed on the hood. "Hey. It was a pizza guy." I hear velcro open and the boxes shuffle about. "Sweet! Pepperoni!"
    They get in the car and it starts up again. I pull my arms and legs close to my body and wait for the sickening crunch. But it never comes. They just drive off.
    After a minute of heavy breathing, I stand up. I pat myself all over and just start laughing. I was hit by a car and left to die. And the fuckers stole the pizza. I limped to the door and explained what happened. They gave me a lift to my car and I drove back to work. I took the rest of the night off.

    Not long after I was sent on a delivery to the same house. Again the gate was locked. But fuck that. I had a SUV. I drove into the gate and they flew open and I floored it to the house. Fuckers are getting their pizza and I wasn't going to walk to their house again.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:12 No.13751141
    Paranoid Virginia fag with guns from earlier in thread.

    If it was me. Next time I was called out I would have brought a gun and walked.

    Its time for some legal vigilantism!
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:13 No.13751149
    You know, I never really "got" trolls but it is actually strangely satisfying.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:17 No.13751173


    You have just changed my life Elegan/tg/entleman, and for that I will forever wish you the best in anything and everything you will ever attempt.

    Now to find a pet store open at 3am...
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:17 No.13751178
    Perhaps we could all chant something in latin if/when we do the Plague Doctors thing.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:18 No.13751186
    I was a Child Protective Services worker for more years than I'd like to remember. Also, I'll freely admit some of these were less random encounters and more staged encounters taken from the FATAL rulebook.

    Anyways, let me tell you about a fine young man who was very special. He had just gotten booted out of a foster home, so I had to ask him,

    "Dude. Buddy, why did you suck off the dog?"

    He looks and me and replies, "I was just returning the favor" (He was high functioning, you see.)
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:20 No.13751197
    No, wait, silence is creepier. Disregard what I said.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:20 No.13751198
    The chant from Holy Grail, minus the head-smacking.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:21 No.13751210
    I'm going to be making mine out of white leather and Pig skin, and Red stained glass. What the hell is up with /tg/ and their love of plague doctors?

    I know they're bad ass, but... damn.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:22 No.13751216
    Our secretaries were frequently pulled from the unit to go run the front desk. We no long had a full time receptionist because the last one used office mail to ship speed for her husband. Her first shipment was sent to the wrong address with the CPS letterhead on the box. oops.

    We also no longer had a legal department because they figured us random fuckstumps were as good as any for making sure such low key and easy material as terminating the rights of parents is well within the realm of people who got their 4 year M.R.S. degree.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:23 No.13751225
    Silence is never quite as creepy as we expect it to be.

    Best solution: Make some good recordings of very subtle (This is important) creepy noises.

    Things like the sounds of insects wings, or twigs scraped over dry paper, or whispering voices speaking nonsense.

    Some of this you might be able to do yourself. I wouldn't recommend the last one. Too easy to figure out you're saying something.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:25 No.13751237
    Putting an aspergers kid + a kid with uncontrollable violent rage in the same seat for a 4 hour car trip= hilarity ensues, especially when viewing from behind in the second vehicle.

    It was like a /tg/ themed Punch and Judy
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:25 No.13751245
    We could have some sort of white noise playing non-stop.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:26 No.13751253
    Total and utter silence will always create a greater sense of unease. There will always be sound, be it breathing, scratching, rustling, hell, even nails on a chalk board.

    The most creepy thing you will ever sense is nothing but a statue over a grave in the middle of the fog while you're by yourself. Total silence except for the noise you make.

    Shit gets scary fast. That's why movies will have the scene right before the killer go totally silent.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:28 No.13751272
    If we do this shit in Texas, my god the hilarity that would ensue. Also, it'd be easier for me to attend.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:30 No.13751281
    speaking of creepy, what about getting a miniature fog machine and hiding it under the cloak? As if a 9-foot tall cloaked humanoid dressed up in a plague mask wasn't enough, imagine that whenever you stop for a few moments fog begins to billow around your feet.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:33 No.13751300
    Don't need a machine. Just get a bottle of water and drop a few pieces of dry ice in.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:33 No.13751302
    I told /x/ this story once, while it wasn't random encounter, it was damn near mind wrecking.

    I'm a major insomniac and bipolar, so I've got my issues. I was awake for a grand total of about 6 1/2 days (149 hours by my math). Day 4, I started to get an itch on the back of my neck, and my eyes would always flip to the corner of my room. I was home because fuck going to school after 4 days of no sleep. Day 5, I couldn't sleep if I wanted to, I kept seeing movement out of my right eye, and shit was just getting worse. Then; Day 6 came. I looked over into the corner that I kept seeing the movement, and there was a man in a brown bowler hat over his eyes, a sweat stained white shirt with his suspenders undone, holding a glass of scotch, and his wrists were slit. He started talking to me, using nothing but sylables. I literally cried for fucking hours and begged for sleep. Ended up killing a ton of nyquil and some 'shine to pass out.

    My parents didn't believe that I was having all this trouble (About 12 at the time, so they figured "Oh, he's just making it up) Damn near lost my sanity.

    Another random encounter; Footprints in the snow outside my house. I live in the middle of nowhere on a farm, I have a machete behind my bed in case of zombies. I re-sharpened it just in case.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:33 No.13751307
    I could never score with my hot co-worker. Our client, on the other hand sent anonymous roses with a card stating "If you knew what's best for me you'd kill me; If you knew what's good for you you'll be my girlfriend"

    How the hell could I compete with such raw magnetism?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:35 No.13751321
    At this point we might as well start chanting about Cthulhu.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:35 No.13751323
    Oh shit, what about the censer? That could easily serve as the fog dispenser if you weren't actually burning incense in it.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:36 No.13751333
    A man trying to beat the traffic in his daily commute leaves his home early. The fog rolled in last night and visibility isn't great, but he's the only one on the road and feels good about it. He comes up to an intersection and, oddly, the light changes. He obeys the light and stops. Then he notices something odd about the person crossing the street...

    They're dressed completely in black, with an unsettling beak shaped mask. They seem to be walking rather slowly, he's tempted to honk. But when the strangely dressed person gets to the half way point, directly in front of his car, they stop.

    Slowly, carefully, it cranes its neck to stare at him. The eyes, oh god the eyes just reflect the light from the cars headlamps. The man in the car swallows.

    Suddenly, a high pitched screeching noise eminates from the strangely dressed person, and they throw their hands in the air. Dozens more like him flood the street from either side of the crosswalk. All of them different heights, the masks different in subtle variations, but all of them unmistakably of the same beak shaped mask and dark robes.

    And then the noise stops. All of them are staring at him, surrounding his car in a semi-circle. None of them moving a muscle, just staring. The man is too frightened and stunned to do anything but stare back.

    Then, after what feels like an eternity, they simultaneously scatter. Running for either side of the road and disappearing back into the shadows.

    Everything is quiet again. Like they were never there at all...
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:37 No.13751337
    At least it wasn't chocolates with the note; "Roses are Red, Violets are blue, I shit in this box, just for you."

    That reminds me of my ex-girlfriend/stalker. Yes, I did go out with my stalker, I was pretty fucking desperate as a 15 year old. Also, she stabbed a paper heart to my door with a reeeeally nice knife (I still have it, Chef's knife, good brand, razor fucking sharp, because I planned on becoming a chef).

    For being a crazy bitch, she was fun.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:38 No.13751346
    >Because she was a crazy bitch, she was fun.

    Of course, fun doesn't equal safe.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:39 No.13751351
    I had a weird encounter related to Soviet stuff years ago.

    I was in a crappy shop looking at some Soviet badges when this old man sidles up at me and starts going on about how he used to be a merchant sailor and sailed between the UK and the USSR a lot.

    He starts talking about a girl he knew, and how one day state security took her away when they were in a cinema.

    He ended the charming story by saying she was a transvestite. Takes all sorts.

    Random encounter from Monday night:

    >Walking to the theatre to meet my girlfriend
    >Old guy with newspaper sticking out of his pocket sticks his hand out and asks for change just as I walk past.
    >Fork out 6p.
    >Walking back up the street, notice the guy is gone.
    >The change I gave him is just lying where he stood.
    >Think I passed an IRL white knight test.

    The bloke didn't look like a tramp or anything, just a bit scruffy. It was weird.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:40 No.13751359
    True that, I was stabbed a grand total of 3 times while I went out with her. Once with a serrated knife, another time with a fork through the top few layers of skin in the forearm, and another time with a staple gun (Not really stabbed, but it still wasn't fun)
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:40 No.13751362
    Schizophrenia's all sorts of fun, isn't it? Jesus.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:41 No.13751369
    You are now manually aware that this thread is more useful than the last five attempted Unknown Armies rumor threads I've seen on this board.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:42 No.13751374
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:42 No.13751378
    Hard Mode: the man in the car played Silent Hill the night before.

    He has to turn around and go home to change his pants.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:43 No.13751388
    My schizophrennia is more violent mood swings then the whole Tyler Durden phenomena.

    Currently un-medicated because fuck meds, I do fine with meditation and diet.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:44 No.13751394
    I have no idea what that means, but okay.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:45 No.13751401
    Does anyone have the story with the line "What in the fuck did I just say to that hobo"?
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:45 No.13751402
    Man. After I spent time telling newbie investigators horror stories, I realized I had to get out. I had become the CPS equivalent of that salty old dude who warns the teenagers in horror films, complete with the unwashed beard and crooked eye.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:45 No.13751403
    Except when you see drunk, dapper motherfuckers who talk gibberish and bleed all over everything.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:48 No.13751431
    For future reference, an 11 month old child can consume a 5lbs brick of pot over the course of 4 days.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:48 No.13751435
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:48 No.13751436
    Yeah, that was pretty fucking terrible. Whats worse, with the whole Bipolar, schizophrenic, insomnia thing going on, one of my favorite experiences; Doing Hallucinogens.

    I smoked salvia and turned into a god. I started doing cartwheels and backflips off of a beanbag chair, jumped into the air, ran through the house, and jumped into the air again, landing with my legs crossed in a meditative position, and delivered a 25 minute long sermon about how "I created a perfect world, and you fuckers keep trying to change your destinies, so I have to keep re-working everything. Just do shit as I planned it, and everything will be fucking fine!"

    I was proclaiming this at the top of my lungs, and just kept on and on. Apparently God is lazy, and pissed off.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:50 No.13751444
    2nd day of job here in new city. I am speaking to a stripper at her job. At 10:30am on a Tuesday. She is 6 months pregnant and still working the pole. She has the words "Life Preserver" tattooed around her navel.

    After inquiring about the two red dots at the back of her neck. "Yeah, my nape got infected and I had to take it out" "...Is that what happened to the nipple too?" "Nah, kid (18 month old) tore that one out"
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:51 No.13751451
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    but were you a BIOTIC god?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:53 No.13751459
    Imagine Clopain from Hunchback of Notre Dame. Give him +20 Charisma and make him 6'1" and 250, doing cartwheels in his friends house.

    Yeah. I remember it all vividly. I had no control over what I was saying either. It was one of those out of body experiences from first person view.

    I strongly recommend Salvia to everyone. It's amazing.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:53 No.13751462
    I'll be honest, your job fucking sucks.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:58 No.13751488

    I have a high stress job that never gets a day off, constant risk of injuries, and dealing with total asshats, and even I wouldn't take his job.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)04:58 No.13751492
    >stripper, pregnant, lost skin to infection and a previous child

    She is one hardcore woman
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)04:59 No.13751501
    Oh, it did. Oh lordy did it ever.

    I realized this, fully right around the time Fetusquest 2010 was completed successfully.

    There are things you'd never think you'd ever use your cupholder for.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:01 No.13751517
    > I realized this, fully right around the time Fetusquest 2010 was completed successfully.
    > Fetusquest

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:01 No.13751523

    Great, now i want one.

    I work in retail so this idea of "Random Encounter" amounts to a normal day at work.

    Shit's good work if you like meeting 'interesting' people.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:02 No.13751526
    I believe it had to do with something along the lines of bringing back a fetus in his cup holder as evidence or something of the like?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:06 No.13751562
    But why... oh why?!?

    Don't they get like evidence bags or some shit?
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:09 No.13751577
    Okay, so an 11 year old girl is preggers and abortions are had. DNA tests are needed to determine who we need to v&n (although most molestation is by someone the child knows, her window was broken open so it could have been a WILD PEDO APPEARS thing.

    Anyways, they lost the fucking fetus. Somehow my boss thinks this is MY problem despite me not being involved at all previously, so now I'm the CPS representative that has to go down to that hospital room full of medical horrors in jars while trying to explain to a bored tech what I'm looking for.

    "Look! It has it's mothers eyes (cloudy and dead)"

    Thankfully I'm not part of the chain of evidence but the guy who's transporting it and giving me a lift back to my car decides this would be a HILLARIOUS time to shake the fetus jar in the cupholder while making Sifl and Ollie style dialogue.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:09 No.13751589
    I'd LIKE to say it was something cool like the Jurassic park-style shaving cream container, but it was closer to a pickle jar.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:12 No.13751601
    Ok I have one.

    Waiting at the train station to go home, when suddenly a SUPER drunk guy comes up and starts talking to me, telling me he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Guy showed me he was missing a finger and that everyone he knows calls him "Fingers". So, Fingers and I start talking, as the train isn't coming for half an hour (This was before I knew NOT to just hang out at the station for more than 15 mins before train is to arrive), and the sun was still up when suddenly he grabs me by the scruff of the neck, and tells me he's going to take me for a drink. Why I agreed was mostly because he told me he was packing, and I was scared SHITLESS. We go to a bar like, 2 blocks away, he introduces me to the regulars, all middle aged guys or older. I asked what was on tap, then got a WEIRD look from the bartender before he tells me that they only have Bud and Bud Lite. Over the coarse of 10 minutes, Fingers tries to sell his watch to the guys in the bar, or at least get them to hold onto it, since he wants to go to Boston to get WRECKED on coke, and he didn't really want to sell it in his drunken stupor. He starts counting his money in front of me, telling me "proper bar etiquette" on tipping the guy, and while my money was out, he drunkenly grabbed my twenty. That's right, this guy stole my money, but since he was retardedly drunk, I wasn't going to accuse him of stealing, mostly because he had a gun. Creepiness rolled off this guy in waves.

    The train was arriving soon, so I bowed out, and all but ran to the train. Shit was freaky.

    BUT THAT'S NOT ALL. He came into my cafe like... 4 days afterwords with his wife. Didn't remember me at all. I greet him with "Hey Fingers!" and he stares at me with an obvious "...what did I do when drunk, that some kid remembers me" look. He kindly paid for his drink and I never saw him again. I think he tipped a dollar... So I got some of my money back.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:13 No.13751611
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    I don't care what all of you do as long as I become the only Dreamer.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:16 No.13751638
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    Do not listen to the Dead God Dreaming, achieve the Fifth Path and the Fractal Enantiomorph is clear from the Tower.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:19 No.13751655
    So at 4:52pm on a Friday I receive a call.

    "...Hey man, this is Corry Random over in ft.worth. Yeah, I heard you have the reputation as the go-to guy for this sort of thing so I was wondering-"

    "What do you WANT Corry?"

    "Well see, we managed to get the kid over in Odessa out of the psych ward for his sibling's funeral tomorrow. I need you to go pick him up, take him here tomorrow and act as a pallbeare-"

    "Goodby Corry"

    How many negative flawpoints would this reputation be worth in most systems?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:21 No.13751670
    Not quite sure, I assume "Weirdness Magnet" from GURPS would all about cover it.
    I killed you both.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:22 No.13751678
    In a shadowrun game I ran during a "thanksgiving special" session:

    Party is blocked off by the Macy's day parade from delivering their package. After encountering a sniper, their car is totaled and they decide to hoof it.

    Suddenly, around the corner comes a human man wearing full plate armor and carrying a steel shield and a sword. He turns towards them and shouts: "IT'S ALL OVER, LAWBREAKERS!"

    Turns out he was on his way to a convention for classic games and got lost. They gave him directions.

    My games are very silly sometimes.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:22 No.13751679
    Wait, Fort Worth? You wouldn't happen to live in Texas, would you?
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:27 No.13751706
    Yup, lifelong native. Spent my adult life in Dallas until I moved to Austin about 8 months ago.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:29 No.13751719
    At the point where the sole satisfaction one can take in their job is that the 4 year old didn't completely kick one's ass despite said youngster having an axe handle, a height advantage, and the element of surprise, perhaps one should begin to look elsewhere for employment.

    This is what happens when you lose the initiative to a sneak attack.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:30 No.13751731
    I was out having a meal at a pub with some mates, just hanging around, drinks, good food, whatever. We left after the meal and all hung around the front deciding what to do for the rest of the night, who was going where. As we were waiting a car pulled up in front of the closed down resteraunt beside us. It had about four extra antennas, and four people got out - one weedy looking bloke who looked like your typical drug-addled dealer, and three burly men with -magnums- and -ammunition- strapped to their legs. They were all in civilian clothes. They milled about only momentarily, then walked to the shut down restaurant, knocked twice on the door, waited, someone opened the door for them and they quickly walked inside. The drug-dealer hung out near the car.
    Me and my mates were flabbergasted - These guys were plain clothes people with non-police issue weaponry, and being in Australia that is as rare as hen's teeth, especially walking around with them strapped to your leg. Not only that, but giving it a closer look, the car they arrived in had two infants in the back seat!

    We quickly decided to find somewhere else to loiter.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:32 No.13751749
    Anyone archiving this?
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:33 No.13751751
    >>the car they arrived in had two infants in the back seat!

    That's called "take your kid to work day" although they seem pretty hands off. At least our client had the motivation to have her 4 year old hold the shotgun while she busted down the door of the place they were burglarizing. Essential life skills and all.
    >> CPS fag 02/02/11(Wed)05:44 No.13751799
    Lady, your children were removed for physical neglect, ergo, it behooves you to, you know, not have so much lice your hair is visibly moving as you sit there talking to me.

    Ever feel the sanity points just dropping off you? It's not a good pain.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:45 No.13751800
    Once i was walking through my hometown and the fog was settling in pretty heavily. I'm walking over to my bros to watch a movie and have a few drinks.

    I turn a corner and sat right in the middle of the road is a massive chess board like 12 feet long with 4 feet gnomes representing the pieces. i stopped dead in my tracks, looked around. fucking nothing.

    i touched one of them and it was icily cold, tried to move it but it was way too heavy.

    buggered if i know why they were there. after that i bailed and when i brought my bro back an hour later they weren't there anymore.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:46 No.13751806
    First encounter came when me, the missus and a mate were walking through the city.

    It was from the corner of his eye that my friend spotted a 'super low discount happy fun time' style of shop going out of buisness. He's a hipster and I just like looking at cheap, poorly made products so we bundled on inside and began wandering.

    The place was big. Like, real big. Even for one of these dodgey as shit shops. So, naturally we began wandering the shelves and perusing. The scene itself was somewhat hard to describe.

    Imagine a fire sale. Everything must go, etc, etc. Now imagine you've shown up five hours too late to grab anything decent and all thats left is crap being picked over by wierdo's.

    We got towards the back of the store before we'd seen all we wanted to see when a man jumped out from behind an isle and accosted us with what looked like some sort of kitchen appliance.

    I say accosted because he proceeded to shout about how great a bargin it all was ("Spend a hundred, get fifty dollars off, man") in an accent best described as a mix between Eastern European and retard.

    He then walked off as though we weren't even there.

    Sanity checks where rolled.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:46 No.13751809
    Not a random encounter, more a random asshole.

    I'm drinking with friends I regularly drink with. These two people I don't know but apparently someone else is friends with tag along. When we're leaving one location (closing soon) and heading to another it is quite clear the guy of the pair is drunk and the girl of the pair is avoiding him. Eventually we get to the second place, and it is on a main road with a balcony boarded by potted plants so we can't see the road and the road can't see us. The group sits down, I sit down, the girl sits down near me, guy sits down somewhere else. I talk to the girl for a bit (she's hot, I figure might as well say hello). By this point the table has many drinks, include a tea pot full of spirits. I rapidly find out the girl is a bitch, not because of harsh put downs or anything, just because she made a comment to the effect that anyone less intelligent than her (pure high distinctions in all classes) has something wrong with them.

    I excuse myself and decide to avoid her. When I return I find out that the guy of the pairing had picked up the tea pot and flung it out onto the main street. No one could see what had happened, but apparently there was the sound of tyres bursting and the screeching of hastily applied breaks.

    The crowd is getting ugly around our group and we're rapidly backing off from the guy. We are not getting booted out because of one fucker we don't know. He's hurling abuse at them until Security shows up and he goes meekly. Ten minutes later the cops show up, the driver had made a formal complaint (for obvious reasons).

    Not a random encounter, just an asshole doing random things.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:46 No.13751812
    There was this one time when I was exploring the woods with a bunch of friends in North Carolina. We find an old trail and continue down it. Suddenly it starts raining, then thundering and lightning, we started to run because that thunder was like right at our heels like we pissed something off.

    Never went back again
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:47 No.13751815
    Got another one, going for a macdonald's run with a mate at 2 am. Big drinkathon at my place, and I wasn't drinking. I coincidentally won all the money in poker that night... but back to the story.

    We hit the carpark and decide to go into the shop. As we walk to the door we see a guy, obviously had had a few drinks, standing directly behind a taxi doing up his shoe. The taxi was trying to reverse, and as soon as it moved a fraction he smacked the rear bumper with his palm, shouting "Aaah, fuck! You hit my leg! Fuuuuck..."

    I had a laugh, and we reached the door to the shop. Being 2am, the shop was closed and only the drivethrough was open. Duh. We turn around and head back through the lot, where I see the taxi/drunkard dilemma has almost gotten violent. The guy was leaning in through the passenger side window, and the taxi driver practically jumped from the car, looking quite scared. The burly drunk stormed around the taxi and stood toe-to-toe with the fat little driver, intimidating him, which is when I grabbed my mate and said we should take a look.

    We walked up and calm as can be I quested what was going on here. I was told there was no problem, but with a couple questions he told me "Look, this taxi fuck just hit me with his car". I told him, "Look, no he didn't."

    He then took a step towards me, asking me< "Who's fucking side are -you- on?"
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:48 No.13751819
    Maintaining the Fonzy attitude, I said I wasn't on anyone's side, just trying to have a good night and hoping to stop any fights breaking out. He mumbled on a bit about sticking my nose in it, and by that time the taxi had left. He started to calm down when he realised his con fizzled, and started to leave, immediately pulling out his phone and calling someone. Seeing as he had a bunch of mates scattered around the carpark, me and my buddy started walking quickly back to the car. Half way across he shouts at us, "OI! YOU! HOLD UP."

    Thinks me, "Oh fuck, what now, I think I have a bat in the car, think I can make it?"

    I turn around, and he throws his hand up in a big wave, shouting "We're cool, right? No problems, right? We're cool?"

    I shout back "Yeah man, no worries, you have a good night."

    We jump in the car, and we're sitting in line at the drive through. We order, and I immediately roll up the window when the whole lot of em start marching over to the drive through. I grab one of those wheel-locking dealies that I keep for this express purpose, hand one half to my mate and tell him "If they box us in, and I can't drive out of it, we oughta get ready to start cracking heads right away."

    The guys stand around, we get our food, the guy I confronted waves at me one more time with a big cheesy grin, and then we're on the road back home, still clenching that fucking steel bar.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:50 No.13751830
    >Riding a half filled bus in small college town late at night.
    >Guy requests a stop and tells the bus driver to wait a minute.
    >Guy is a giant black man that looks sketchy as balls.
    >At stop, pokes head out and starts yelling at someone waiting there, both in the most stereotypically urban way possible.
    >After a minute or so of this, the black guy motions to someone in the back of the bus to come on.
    >Guy coming forward is a skinny, small, white guy clenching a satchel that there is no way wasn't filled with drugs.
    >After they leave, whole bus bursts out laughing.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:50 No.13751834
    Victoria bc ? , and if so witch small town ...
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:51 No.13751845
    >On his way home that night, as he walked through town, a man stepped out of an alley in front of him. He tensed to defend himself, but the man just stood there. Looking him over, he realized the man looked like a hippie. Something of a comedy caricature of a hippie, really. Long unwashed hair and beard, sandals...and a sandwich board reading 'THE END IS NIGH'. That, he thought, was unusual, even for a hippie.

    >"You want something?" he asked.

    >"The world's ending," said the hippie. "I need your help."

    >He stepped around the hippie and kept walking. High as a kite, he thought to himself. The hippie started walking after him, and fell into step beside him.

    >"Please, I need your help," said the hippie.

    >"Look, man, I'm really not interested," he said, and kept walking.

    >The hippie leaned against a wall, watching him walk away. The hippie wasn't all that disappointed; lots of people gave this kind of response. Another skeptic, he thought to himself, fingering the ragged holes on his wrists.
    >> Dantalaeon !!2TQS185pmIh 02/02/11(Wed)05:54 No.13751859

    Poor guy must have hurt himself on a fence or something.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:54 No.13751860
    >Get on bus
    >Bus driver is a huge burly Maori guy with a big grin
    >Bus waits a few minutes at stop, then heads off.
    >As it pulls out someone rounds the corner and, seeing the bus leaving, starts sprinting but the bus is already gone
    >Bus stops at the lights 100 meters down the road. Guy catches up and stands on the side of the street.
    >Guy begins hurling abuse at the bus driver.
    >Bus driver replies.
    "Fuck you too mate! Come in here and I'll break your fucking head!"
    >Guy yells a few more times but the wind is out of his sails now.
    >Bus Driver never loses that grin.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)05:59 No.13751891
    So this one day I was just high as fuck, and decided (stupidly) to go for a drive. Now, it was real misty that day, so I couldn't see shit. I hit a red light and am sitting there waiting, when just out of nowhere a plague doctor starts walking by. I just kinda watch him for a bit. He suddenly stops, looks at me really slowly, and then HOLYSHITSCREAMINGANDBIRDMENEVERYWHERE. I'm naturally freaking the fuck out at this point, when the noise suddenly stops and they run off. I never did drugs again.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:02 No.13751906
    >See bum at train station
    >See him there all the time
    >Collecting change
    >The train isn't for a while, I stop and talk with him, give him some coins. He tells me about his family, and grandchild, what he's been doing recently.
    >Notice his hands look almost blue, he's tucking them under his armpits.
    >I take off my fingerless gloves and go hand them to him.
    >He looks quizzically and says "Whaddayawannme ta do with dem?"
    >I motion again and say "Take em, they're yours."
    >"oh. OH! Oh, nah, man, very kind but what are yeh gunna do with yurr hands? They'll be cold?"
    >I shrug and tell him "I'll find new gloves"
    >He looks close to tears and says "I relly appreciate that my friend, thanks alot, yeh a good man..." on and on.
    >Train arriving soon, tell him I better head off.
    >As I walk away he calls out "God bless yeh, sir"
    >Feel... better, the rest of the day.
    >Karma gained

    Never saw him again. I'd like to think the display of kindness spurred him into rebuilding his life.

    Or I just got rolled for my old pair of gloves.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:03 No.13751910
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    I was down at a hotel on the coast one weekend with a few friends. It was less a 'chill with friends' kind of deal, and more a 'this is where you sleep, go do whatever during the day' kind of deal. No the management didnt know we were sleeping five in a single room.

    Anyway. I went out to see a movie and visit my grandparents who lived down there, so I got back late and a little tipsy from an unoffical drinking contest with my granddad and his friends.

    The elevator doors opened up to reveal a small child, maybe five years old, standing there giggling. I smiled politely and stepped in. As I stepped in the kid ran out and off into the night. That in itself was wierd, but meh. so I hit the button for my floor. 13.

    I get to the door, put the key in, door opens, I walk over to the couch and crash with the intention to watch some TV before I get some sleep. At one point I got up to get a drink. As I closed the fridge door, there was someone standing at the other end of the kitchen with a knife (from memory it was a knife)

    So, like an well meaning individual who'd been on the piss, I grabbed my wallet and made for the door. All the while the person is shrieking like a mad man.

    Its as I exit the room that I realise. A; The floor is 10. B; I'm not wearing pants and C; Its not my wallet.

    What followed was me making about a dozen sneak checks as I stealthed back into the room as the women was frantically calling management from the bedroom, grabbed my pants, exchanged wallets and then made for the lift like it held the cure to cancer.

    The screaming had woken up half the hotel, my roommates included. I got to the door as one of them opened to find me pants less with my wallet in my mouth. His response

    "Good night, ey?"
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:08 No.13751934
    >Standing alone on a platform at the train station.
    >Man gets onto the platform and stands beside me - right beside me.
    >Starts talking about how at any time I could die, someone could just push me in front of a train.
    >The train is coming in.
    >I get ready.
    >Nothing happens, the man gets onto the train. After a moment I follow.
    >Kind of disappointed.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:08 No.13751939
    Only really tried having 2 arabs on a broken scooter try to run me down.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:09 No.13751942
    >What followed was me making about a dozen sneak checks as I stealthed back into the room as the women was frantically calling management from the bedroom, grabbed my pants, exchanged wallets and then made for the lift like it held the cure to cancer.

    >The screaming had woken up half the hotel, my roommates included. I got to the door as one of them opened to find me pants less with my wallet in my mouth. His response
    >Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:13 No.13751952
    This is how I play Lawful Evil.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:14 No.13751961
    Are you sure he didn't want you to push HIM in fron tof the train?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:15 No.13751964
    My friends and I were walking to the convenience store on our campus (you know, the kind that has the fairly witty pun for a name that includes the university's nickname) at around 12:00 AM-1:00 AM, somewhere in there.

    As we get closer we hear a car alarm start going off, and it keeps going for about a minute or so as we approach the convenience store, clearly coming from the small parking lot on the side of the building.

    I say, "Wonder whose car that is. I hope it's not getting jacked." My friends don't really say anything to that, and when we get up to the building I start heading around to the parking lot where the alarm is coming from. I'm thinking I'll see some guy either vandalizing or trying to steal a car, at which point I'll do.. something about it I guessed? To be honest, I was hoping I wouldn't get stabbed or something, but I still wanted to do something about it.

    My friends don't even notice I left and head inside to get their sandwich or whatever, but I shrug and walk to the parking lot...

    I see a pretty nice sportscar, a mustang I think, blaring its alarm away, and that's it. No one was there. Not even someone trying to turn the alarm off.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:23 No.13752020
    That person was another /tg/er, who read one of these threads and asked himself, "How can I be someone ELSES random encounter?"
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:25 No.13752033
    I was a random encounter once. Had borrowed my friend's armour for some party stuff at my school. The whole damn thing was really heavy so I decided to just wear it on the way home.

    Everyone in the train were staring at the guy sitting in a combination of heavy gothic armour and normal clothes.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:27 No.13752037
    A drunk once sat next to me on the bus and the first thing he said to me was I usually get sick on the bus so I am going to make myself comfortable. He then proceed to tell me about how he photocopied 20£ notes and bought stuff with them and torrented shit and gave it to his brother as a b-day presnt.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:28 No.13752043
    I hope you nodded politely and did something extremely ordinary.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:30 No.13752053
    I generally just sat there as I always do.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:31 No.13752060
    My favourite drunk on a bus experience was when I was 16 in London. I was on a late bus when this huge, fat sweaty guy wearing a suit covered in sweat and booze stains sat next to me, shouted "Support the South African farmers!", hugged me and fell asleep.

    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:34 No.13752073
    Gaddang it, someone archive this.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:37 No.13752083
    I accidently sat next to a female drunk once.

    I didn't notice her untill he suddenly said: "You're looking for something?" I told her I was just sitting here, then she started rambling on about if things had always been what they are now and if it was possible that torture could a part of someones every day life.

    I told her about how football (soccer for you amerifags) has developed through time.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:37 No.13752084
    >And then the noise stops. All of them are staring at him, surrounding his car in a semi-circle. None of them moving a muscle, just staring. The man is too frightened and stunned to do anything but stare back.

    I think you underestimate the insanity of the average motorist.

    If there's a group of scary people running at you and just one person in front of you blocking your way, that person is going to have an up close and personal encounter with the grille of your car.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:40 No.13752102
    Some guy named Tjalfe sitting on the same fucking bench at the same fucking transtation all day errday smoking pot.
    >> Gnollbard !aDIap4MeRg 02/02/11(Wed)06:42 No.13752106
    Will have to investigate Norfolk more thoroughly.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:44 No.13752114
    I was on a holiday, on the London underground to head to some tourist trap. The London underground is, unsurprisingly, underground. Me and my friend had gotten into the elevator to get to the surface when we see two cute girls running down the corridor obviously trying to catch the elevator. I knew from our experience this elevator could be about five minutes until it gets back, and the door starts closing. Rather than just put my arm in the way or anything simple, I stand in front of the door, slip my hands in as it is about to close, and PULL, pretending it is with all my might. The door automatically begins to open since someones arm is in the way and I pretend to be pushing the door open. They look a bit surprised but are still jogging towards the elevator. To add to the drama I shout "Hurry, this way!" They get there and give me and my friend some slightly flirty looks as I let the door close.

    And then I fuck it up by grinning at my mate and saying "That was a hulk moment". At that moment they giggle at us and turn away to talk to each other.
    >> Lazareth 02/02/11(Wed)06:48 No.13752138
    Well, when I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said "son when you group up, would you be saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
    He said "Will you defeat them, your demons and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade."

    Then he just walked off, my dad is kinda weird.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:49 No.13752141
    Yeah. You totally blew it.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)06:52 No.13752169
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)07:06 No.13752236
    so my captcha was in Hebrew , re-roll
    >>dirringe gunn

    I'm a security guard, it sucks.

    i show up to work on Friday , go to the locker room to put on my uniform , me a my buddy James are shooting the shit talking about how much bullshit are job has.

    the day shift manager comes in holding two suit bags and a set of keys. "Boys your going Calgary" we both look confused has fuck. we have to go to a PO box and pick up the package. (this is not normal not at all)

    Basically we have to deliver this package, it's a mahogany box about a square foot wide and three inches deep, there a fine brass lock on both sides of the handle.

    16 hour drive later, we pull the van in to the shit motel the company got us, we leave the case in the vans lock box.

    get up the next morning and try to find the address we are looking for takes us about 3 and a half hour i've never been to Calgary nor has James. we find this place , it looks mostly like a dingy ethnic food place, theirs a goldsmith / pawn shop, located there, beside the tai food restaurant.

    now at this point were wearing the suits, which makes us look and feel so fucking out of place.

    we go in the shop an there is a short dumpy looking man doing something to a watch. instantly he asks us if he could help us(we obviously look like we don't belong). we ask for the name we where told to ask for and set the case down on the counter. he reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a key chain. he unlocks the boxs and flips out the lid.

    it a chess set , a nice looking one but still a chess set ...

    goodbye are exchanged. and we prepare to head home ...

    i have know idea what the fuck this was all about , or why still , it the weirdest thing that has happened to me in a while
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)07:17 No.13752285
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)07:19 No.13752291
    How long ago was this? Last Friday?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)07:22 No.13752301
    yes why ?
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)07:26 No.13752323
    There's a spanish sounding lady who walks down my street and constantly yells about "NEEGAS" and the "FAAKING HOMELESS"

    Not exactly a random encounter but it felt like one the first time I saw her.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)07:30 No.13752339
    Shit somebody gave me a badge like that when I was in school.

    Now I'm going to run a game about a secret international communist conspiracy.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)08:09 No.13752505
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    I was a random encounter once. I went to visit a friend at a re-enactment fair, and while I was waiting for his troop to come on I went around all the surplus military stuff and assembled a British artillery officer uniform. It was quite a sight. I wore it on the drive back and walked onto the university campus. I packed my actual clothes into a satchel and carried in under my arms.

    A girl was leaving the accommodation halls at the same time.

    She said 'Hi, sir,' and held the door open for me.

    I nodded back. 'Evening m'am', and disappeared up the stairs.

    >my face when my paranoid /x/-phile roomate hears about the army officer visiting people's rooms with a mysterious package.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)08:40 No.13752658
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    solid gold thread
    >> Naggarothian !!0S4L3hs2lkr 02/02/11(Wed)08:43 No.13752683
    Wow......I am amazed by this thread. It's a real shame I can't contribute anything to this glorious thread other than
    >dress up as fantasy barbarian
    >attend Toronto FanExpo
    >25+ random encounters
    >all resolved when they take my picture.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)08:46 No.13752713
    >ride the nyc subway any damn day of the week
    >mental illnesses
    >religious nuts
    wouldn't be a ride on the subway without the crazies
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)08:51 No.13752749
    or the a capella groups

    But SF seems to have most places beat for random shit. Such as a pizzeria filled with Russian Orthodox priests. For the life of me I could not find a punchline that fit that situation
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)08:57 No.13752772
    holy shit, i have been reading this thread for hours... and i am now definitely not getting up for uni.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)08:58 No.13752776
    Okay, I have some that I always tell to people. Writing them briefly 'cause I'm in a hurry and shit.

    >At a pub with friends to watch a game of football. I'm not British even thouhg it sounds like that
    >The game hasn't started yet and I decide to go to the bathroom
    >Take a leak at the urinal when a man walks out of the toilet, an extremely ordinary looking man.
    >Man washes hands. Then turns to the cloth hand dryer thing. AND RIPS THE CLOTH COMPLETELY OFF.
    >The man shouts something like YEAH and leaves.
    >Finish at the urinal and rush behind him without washing my hands.
    >Guys nowhere to be found


    >Walking home late at night or early in the morning if you want to be more exact, a Fall night. It was during a time when I used to live like 6 kilometers away from downtown.
    >It's a full moon.
    >About a kilometer away from my place there's a point where there's a crossroad that leads into a path in a forest whilst the road itself continues as usual.
    >See lights dim lights on the forest path.
    >People in cloaks walking.
    >Ran the rest of the way home.
    I still don't know was I hallucinating or something.

    And one more before I have to go:
    >In a bus, living in a place where bus crazies are unusual.
    >There's a lady who keeps switching seats for the whole duration of the drive.
    >A couple enter the bus with a baby in a carriage.
    >Some while later, the couple leave.
    >Lady starts screaming "THAT WAS A MELON! THEY HAD A MELON IN THE CARRIAGE" at the top of her lungs.
    It was just at my stop so I never find out what ended up happening
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)09:00 No.13752784
    >riding on the subway with a friend
    >subway stops at a station
    >doors open, and a crazy looking homeless man pops his body halfway through the door
    >He gesticulates around the subway car and then turns around and starts to walk away
    >Suddenly jumps back in, points at my friend and yells "EXCEPT FOR YOU"
    >runs away

    >MFW jesus didn't choose me for eternal salvation
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)09:09 No.13752829
    I had two random encounters occur in one night, unfortunately they're pretty boring but one leads into the other.

    This was new years a few years ago and I had just been to a end of year party in the city, so I was dressed in a suit with a nice tie and everything.
    I was on my way back home via train at 2am and the train had to stop a few stations (about 30km away from home) before my station but luckily there were buses and I took one home.
    Now there was a gang basically sitting behind me, complete with knives and such.
    It was a quiet trip luckily I was a bit nervous and then they decided to get off at my bus stop.
    So I walk out and they walk out and as I'm walking away I overhear them talking about "Did you see that guy? Lets go again!" and laughing. Then they got another bus which was going back to the stop that they got on at.
    There was another guy who also got off at my stop and literally bolted away from the bus and down the road.
    Now the road I live on is a main road with a hill on there's a phone booth on the bottom of that hill.
    As I walk up the street I see that someone's there in the phone booth, a little weird but whatever.
    As I come closer I see that the guy is basically making all of the bodily motions of being really pissed off without actually screaming at anyone. He was actually talking fairly softly into the phone.
    Didn't even notice me as I walked past.
    It was a weird night.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)09:14 No.13752855
    Oh yeah I didn't make it clear but the guy who bolted away from the bus was the guy in the phone booth.
    >> Glutton 02/02/11(Wed)09:18 No.13752877
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)09:27 No.13752928
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    This happened about 5 hours ago

    >Driving with friend in blizzard
    >See car with hazards on stuck in snow
    >Pull over and ask if they want help, and the woman says yes
    >Spend next 30 minutes struggling to get her out
    >Tow truck comes, informs her that the cops called him
    >She shoos him away and tells him that she's got it
    >He gives me a weird look and I shrug, then he drives off
    >We eventually get her unstuck and then she slowly drives back near the road
    >I lift my arms up in the air victorious and wave at her
    >She doesn't look at me at all then runs over my salt and wiper on accident, running them into a snow drift, but not breaking them
    >She then drives off

    It was very weird. I think she was scared, thinking we were going to do something bad to her. I don't blame her for not trusting strangers. Also I guess she didn't want to pay for the tow, not sure why else you would refuse it. Oh well! It was good exercise and she got to head home.
    >> Greed 02/02/11(Wed)09:33 No.13752973
    >Getting Pizza after group session
    >everyone is high but me
    >we go to the pizza place
    >group of kids there
    >One kid recognizes my friend
    >says he made fun of his friend
    >we say alright and left with the pizza
    >on the way back, they somehow cut us off
    >said for making fun of his friend, we all owe him 10 dollars each
    >we tell him we're not going to do it
    >He's determined to get 10 dollars
    >realize this would be a bad situation, I talk him down, telling him I apologize on behalf of my friend, but we will not be mugged for something little he did
    >guy gets it through his head, and leaves
    >Now, we occasionally me THE TEN DOLLAR BANDIT! in our campaigns
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)09:49 No.13753059
    >"Did you see that guy? Lets go again!"

    Wow, you met a band of troll gangsters.
    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/02/11(Wed)10:05 No.13753169
    So to those that read the other one of this thread from a few days ago. yet another random pub/poker story.

    >35 degree heat during the day, head to poker in shirt and shorts.
    >Starts raining about an hour in....where the fuck did that come from?
    >In the space of 20minutes drops to about 10degrees
    >Knocked out when we get down to 20something players (Started with about 60)
    >Fighting with mate who lives with me and drives car so can't call for lift.
    >Start walking... walk about a kilometer before i'm completely soaked like i was having a shower with the hot water off.
    >Shivering, in thongs shirt and shorts decide to call a taxi from nearest payphone that's out the front of an IGA.
    >1am standing out the front of random closed shops in relative darkness.
    >Hear voices coming down the path (Little grass opening with a small stage next to IGA)
    >Turn around and look, random dude walking.
    >Turn back to light smoke as winds blowing rain on me from that direction
    >20 seconds later turn back and look where he was...
    >Nothing at all, what the fuck...
    >No way he could have gone anywhere as the entire opening was clearly visable and there was no other direction for him to go back back the way he came or past me.
    >couldnt have gone back his way without running full pelt...
    >taxi never shows
    >Fall asleep on bench outside of IGA (Hadn't slept in two days) in the rain
    >Wake up in morning with people staring at me as they walk past, shivering, drenched, sore and tired.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)10:08 No.13753198

    You poor/stupid bastard.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)10:33 No.13753343
    The human mind can be sustained for about 72 our awake, you were doubeling that.
    After 72 hours the brain falls asleep, and if forced to stay awake all sorts of funky toxins are released as your body and brain more or less start to disintegrate from stress.
    Fun stuff.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)10:33 No.13753348

    A true Bard if ever there was one.


    They're mugging him! And then they're going to mug me! Oh my Goooooooooooooooooooooooood!
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)10:43 No.13753416
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    I was a random encounter once
    >Work at Value Village as halloween temp
    >encouraged to make costume
    >Make costume of Scarecrow from Arkham Asylum
    >Have to bus to work
    >Getting off as bus stop terminal
    >jump out of bus in front of two girls my age
    >Yell "FEAR ME!"
    >They scream and run away
    it was awesome
    Pic related
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)10:46 No.13753438
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    >Staggering back to my barracks room after a night of heavy drinking
    >See skunk
    >Skunk sees me
    >Shit brix
    >Staring contest for two minutes
    >Skunk walks away
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)10:49 No.13753461
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    This is something that happened to me and some of my friends and I swear to god it really happened. Creeps me out to this day.

    >it`s summer
    >friends and I driving to grab some lunch, windows wide open
    >bus stops in front of us, I have no clear view on the oncoming traffic so I decide to wait
    >old guy on bicycle next to us whistling some strange tune
    >old guy says "its clear guys, you can drive on"
    >the moment I start to pull over a truck passes us with high speed, missing us shortly
    >after catching my breath I turn my to the old guy with a "what the fuck, man" on my lips
    >he is gone
    >driving on
    >two miles later all three of us hear him whistling the same tune again
    >mfw when I was driving about 70km/h for the whole distance and he couldn`t possibly have catched up on his bicycle
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:00 No.13753540
    >on bus from New Bedford to Boston
    >old lady sitting on opposite side of aisle wearing Bruins (local hockey team) jersey
    >begins making odd noises and kicking seat in front of her
    >passenger in kicked seat complains
    >old lady flips the fuck out, starts talking about how nobody gives her shit, she's an OG (she was white), HER PARENTS ARE DEAAAAAD, etc.
    >driver parks bus three stops in, about mid way along route
    >tells her she can shut up or get off
    >she pipes down
    >trip resumes

    On that same trip:

    >walking from bus terminal to subway station
    >older dude in ratty jacket comes up
    >tells me he just got out of jail and asks if he can stay at my place
    >walk slightly faster

    T'was an interesting trip. The next time I happened to be passing through the city, Boston Comiccon was in full swing, so I attended. I didn't even know there was a Boston Comiccon before that day. That city's like one big random encounter or something.
    >> ScottishGent 02/02/11(Wed)11:05 No.13753584
    >New Years eve
    > Returning home from the boozer
    > Suddenly Bum
    > Bum is apparently singing too someone.
    > Approach with caution.
    > HE is singing You're the Top by Cole Porter to some female bum
    > The lot of us being fairly drunk join in.
    > ME, two mates and a bum are singing to some lady bum.
    > Mate gives bum twenty quid and we stumble drunkenly away.

    I still see him around and he waves occasionally
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:16 No.13753675
    I live in a suburb that has small woods all around and throughout it. On one of the corner's leading in to the suburb itself are these rock piles that were put there for aesthetics.

    At about 3 in the morning I was walking home from work, absolutely no one was around on the streets and apart from the buzz of electrical wires nothing was making a sound.

    Suddenly I hear a dog whining and I see these two golden retrievers run out onto one of the rock piles. One of the dogs moved to the edge of the rock, and hung its head down looking at the ground and whining; it was making a few motions indicating that it was scarred to jump down.

    I slowly approached the dogs to try and help them down. They seemed content for a while when I got closer, then out of nowhere they ran into the woods again.

    I began walking to my house as I wasn't going to follow them into the woods. I took maybe five steps and then they ran past me and down the street out of view, never to be seen by me again.

    Another time a lone goose walked out of a patch of tall grass surrounding a pond. It raised it's wings and hissed at me trying to drive me off of the sidewalk.

    I stood still and just glared at it.

    The goose hissed again, lowered it's wings and walked back into the grass. I continued walking along the sidewalk.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:17 No.13753676
    walk trough woods at night, its dark scary and I wanna be home after the workout. wearing a old duster and my hear is all messed up from the sweat n stuff.
    Suddenly two guys in long coats are in front of me. when they ask me who I am I say "just a stranger passing trough" and then They ask me alot of questions, and I notice that there is something...OFF... about the way they talk.
    Not quite sure what to make of this... then they ask me if I've seen anything strange in the woods... getting kinda scared now so I say "nothing out of the usual" which seems to make them even more interested,one them went "really? well what is USUAL for you?" and grab a notebook from inside his coat.
    thats when I noticed the nerfgun inside there.
    Tried to pokerface as hard as I could while trying to make up some real lovecraftian stuff.
    skipped trough the woods while whistleing happily, some other larpers saw me but didnt approach
    fun times
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:26 No.13753757

    Yeah, but it's fucking norfolk- crazy, distrubing shit happens here all the time. The only thing going for this pathetic little shithole.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:37 No.13753855
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:40 No.13753877
    >Walking to college with a friend at midday
    >See a man in is 30's in a business suit walking backwards
    >We stand still looking at him with wtf faces
    >He notices us and starts mumbling to himself about the lousy manners of kids nowadays
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:44 No.13753915
    Not really a Bizarre story but still pretty random
    >Enter in a free room in college to browse a bit the internet
    >Notices 2 groups one of guys and other of girls
    >The girls are playing cod and the guys farmville
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)11:55 No.13753986
    >I'm walking past a booze store
    >A man approaches me and proudly declares that he never shops there
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    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)12:23 No.13754202
    My friend and I were possibly a random encounter for a couple at a mall one time.

    You know those black curtains they have on the sides of photobooths? Well I was looking at it and it reminded me of Batman's cape. So being the resident playmaker for mischief, I decided we should throw it near someone, scream "I AM THE NIGHT" and book it the fuck out of there. Since we were on the second floor, we saw a couple approaching, and threw the thing right behind them, bellowed the Caped Crusader's cry, and ran the fuck out of the mall.

    Good times.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)12:33 No.13754266
    >me and friends are going to gig, cant remember who, we're all about 16
    >notorious bum lives in alley behing venue
    >me and a mate each had a bag with beer in
    >was hot that day so i out jumper in bag on top of cans
    >que leads up alley, we go down it
    >bum is dancing with a walking atick he found/stole
    >walk past him, he taps my bag with the stick, hits my jumper
    >he taps friends bag, hits the beer and shouts to give it to him
    >friend freaks the fuck out and starts running, bum runs after him waving stick in the air
    >he returns about 15 mins later and informs us he had to hide in a bush

    another time the bum started taking a piss on a car that pulled up in the alley, when it drove off he ran alongside it pissing on it all the time. that guy was nuts
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)12:38 No.13754312
    Eh, I'll guess I toss in my own random encounter stuff.

    > In grade 8 and walking home from school
    > A large burly black guy in grungy clothing is following me, I don't notice.
    > He calls out and ask if he can borrow my phone.
    <lie> "Sorry, don't have one."
    > Asks if he can borrow any money.
    "Sorry got none"
    > Show him my wallet.
    > He walks away disgruntled.
    > mfw 5 minutes later I realize I was just mugged...sort of.

    Another random encounter, kind of.

    > Walking down the street and living on my own.
    > Old woman, I think aboriginal, comes up to me, laughs, and tells me to go home. She then procceeds to wander off. (I am Chinese)
    > Encounter this woman two times after this at two other completely different places.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)12:45 No.13754375
    >First Grade
    >Walking home by myself
    >2 blocks from home
    >"I hate to ruin the mood but I gotta shit bad"
    >1 block away
    >Car almost hits me as I'm crossing the street
    >Shit pants
    >Waddle home
    >Crossing guard asks wrong
    >Tell him I shit my pants
    >He laughs, and then makes a weird face
    >"It smells like it"

    Ahh the days of sweatpants. It made everything I released pool around my ankles.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)15:38 No.13756309
    Looks like you met a changeling from the autumn court.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)16:13 No.13756675
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)16:18 No.13756729
    I was walking by a comic shop in my city (wasn't going inside) when this desperate looking and really fast-talking black dude with a vaguely South African accent accosted me. His name is PMD. He was talking really fucking fast and wanted to sell some book. Through his pushiness and my bewilderment, he sold me his book for 5 bucks.
    It was called:
    "Sausagehead" The Passions of Sir Shizzle-Nizzle" It was a standard shitty book bound with paperclips printed at Kinkos.
    On the cover is a picture of a dude with a pig nose and elephant ears. The back cover of the book described it as like "a guy who can't get his thoughts unmessed up" or some shit. In the book is just some word salad vaguely mentioning God or something, along with random pictures of people like George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and Snoop Dog.

    I'd do a better job of describing it, or looking back on my copy, but if I study it too closely I'm scared I'll lose some IQ points.

    I still see him occasionally on the same street, and bought some more retarded books, and even some painting he made, which is best described as "women on a beach, but the women are made of tits." I think I'm like his biggest/only fan.
    When I was chilling with a friend from out of town, we happened to see PMD again and got my friend to buy a book. He was like "what the fuck just happened?" And I was like, "When we get back to my place I'll show you my copies :3"
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)17:38 No.13757683
    >10pm at a friends house
    >we get random urge to walk to gas station
    > about 25 feet down the sidewalk there a pair of two people who I can obviously tell are wiggers
    >walking at a similar pace behind them
    >one of them motions to the other and they both look back and start taunting us
    >casually wave it off, mostly because friend can't fight and then it'd be a two on one for me, plus there's a cop in a parking lot further down the street
    >take side route to avoid douchebags
    >get to gas station
    > they are there
    > decide to wait in the shadows of the building for them to leave to avoid shitstorm
    >walk home talking about how much we hate inconsiderate asshats
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)18:11 No.13758022
    >staying at friend's house one night
    >develop slight fever
    >get up in the middle of the night
    >walk into friend's room
    >start screaming
    >drag him out of bed
    >pin him against the wall
    >say in an emotionless voice "They're coming for us."
    >un downstairs screaming.
    >eight hours later wake up feeling like shit. Friend nowhere to be seen.
    >go to the bathroom
    >he's sleeping on the floor
    >with a knife
    >turns out I was having a fever dream
    >he never trust me again

    Also a couple weeks ago me and a couple of friends went out to get some food. It was 3AM and there was about three feet of snow out and more falling, but we figure fuck that. We were walking on the sidewalk when all of a sudden one of my friends leaps over the snowbank into the empty street and just starts running. We look at each other and follow and run for about 5 blocks, right down the middle of the street, screaming our lungs out. Then we reach an intersection and we stop and this car pulls out and tries to turn onto our street. We start screaming even louds, and through all the snow and the dark I can see the face of the driver, some young college kid scared shitless and trying his best not to run these three screaming things over, lose control on the ice, or get eaten.
    >> Anonymous 02/02/11(Wed)19:13 No.13758696
    Funny one happened to me a couple of months back.
    On the top deck of a bus going through a rough as fuck part of Salford (UK). Sitting at the back of the top deck, couple of other guys sitting in the middle.
    A group of really rough looking guys get on, sit near the front, I'm expecting trouble.
    One of the rough looking group pulls out his phone so he can show his mates his new ringtone, its Justin Bieber?! His mates love it?!?!? They all talk about how much they like the music, listening to a few more of his tunes, then get off the bus.
    One of the guys in the middle of the bus says to his friend 'those were the gayest scrotes I ever saw'
    >> Colt 02/02/11(Wed)21:58 No.13760549
    bump pan
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)01:22 No.13762936
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)06:48 No.13764906
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)10:14 No.13766113
    Fing bump because I just found this and have a few to share.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)10:17 No.13766131
    >go to high school party
    >dance with girl
    >walk off, see her kissing a dude
    >sit and chill with buds
    >burly did hassle a friend next to you
    >skinny dud arrives on your other side, insinuates that you tried to pick up a childhood chick friend of theirs who's already with a dude
    >same burly guy as before arrives, threatens to beat you up

    Ah, alcohol does such wonderful things to people.

    >halberds namprie

    Shut the hell up capcha, you make no fucking sense.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)10:33 No.13766177
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    So I spent a year or so working at a local adult video store about 4 years ago. I swear, that place was a fucking random encounter FACTORY. But the first thing that came to mind was not anything that happened there, but something that happened in the middle of the night, approx. 3 a.m., on my 2 mile walk home.

    >Walking home
    >Mid February
    >3 a.m.
    >On a bike path winding between a major street and the river that runs through town.
    >Section of the street has no overhead lights due to renovations in the area.
    >Pretty cold, dark as fuck, kinda creeped out, playing it cool
    >3 Fucking dogs, one husky mix, one chow mix, and one huge black fucking MONSTER of a mutt come hurtling from the underbrush, drenched from the river
    >Instinct kicks in.
    >Breathe deep, unleash a fucking wolfhound-worthy WOOF at the mini-pack coming at me.
    >The leader, the black beastie, freezes in his tracks, and the others stop right behind him.
    >They calmly and slowly walk past me, into the street, giving me a 15 foot berth at all times, then jog away in the opposite direction
    >MFW I just intimidated my way out of a level 2 encounter.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)11:17 No.13766363
    So it all started when I was reading a random encounter thread while my friend was at work. I tagged along because I had nothing better to do, and she let me bring her laptop so I wasn't bored. I read this story about a guy that made an axe out of construction paper or something and gave it to someone as a 'random axe of kindness'. I found it absolutely clever and once my friend was off work I told her about it. She's always been the more outgoing of the two of us and she decided we were going to make a cardboard axe, paint it, and give it to some random person. We get to her house, and immediately set to the task. She somehow has all the materials we need, and it takes us an hour or two to finish the damn thing.

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    Oh boy, here we go. We haul this axe into her car, and she drives us to the mall. It's raining lightly, so we book it inside so the paint doesn't run. Once inside we go straight for the game store, thinking a neckbeard would appreciate the axe more than anyone else. We got a lot of strange looks, and the two cashiers (also girls) call us over and ask us what we have. We hold up the Random Axe of Kindness and describe our plan. One cashier tells us to give the axe to her fiance, who's playing something in the back. We approach the table, and there's like, ten guys all playing magic or yu-gi-oh, I don't remember. I was too giddy to pay attention. Their game slows to a halt as they see these two little girls (we're both 5 ft tall, and look 5 years younger than we are) wielding a cardboard axe.The following conversation happens.

    >Me: "Hello, sir in the yellow shirt!"
    >Dude: "Uh... yeah?"
    >"My friend and I would like to present you with THIS!" I say dramatically as I display the axe in all its glory
    >"What is this?" He looks absolutely confused
    >"It's a Random Axe of Kindness!"
    >one of the other guys at the table laughs and says "Ha! I get it!"
    >"What am I going to do with this?" Says the man in the yellow shirt
    >my friend says "Whatever you want. It's yours."
    >I hand him the axe, and my friend and I turn around and leave
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)11:23 No.13766399
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)11:48 No.13766567

    Collecting the art and literature of a crazy homeless man? You could probably make a fortune dealing that shit if you jive it right.
    >> Abdul Alhazred, the Mad Arab !Jagyd/33aU 02/03/11(Thu)12:01 No.13766653
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    So basically play Arktau Eos on repeat?
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    I think I was a random encounter for someone once.

    >Riding recumbent bike (pic related) home from 7-11 at around midnight
    >7-11 is across the street from Sonoma State University, and the parking lot has enough of a slope to it that I don't need to pedal to reach a respectable speed on the way out.
    >Recumbent bike is well-lit; LED head- and taillights, plus spoke-mounted LED flashers instead of reflectors.
    >Presumably stoned college student sees me coast out of the parking lot, and as I go rolling past him: "Dude...are you from the FUTURE?"
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)13:28 No.13767366
    >walk home with my brother
    >pass in front of house, a couple and their kid are at the door
    >kid has some sort of mental disability
    >as we pass by, the kid suddenly grabs my arm hard and starts walking along, saying gibberish at me all the time
    >I act as if it was completely normal, going "no shit man, really?" every now and then
    >eventually kid makes a "just fucking with you, man" gesture and walks back to his parents
    >me to my brother: "I have no idea what the fuck just happened"

    In hindsight, what creeps me out the most is how chill I was during the whole incident. I still don't get why I just played along.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)15:11 No.13768256
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    A few year ago I got into the subway and there is this drunk man, he started talking to me about god and his life and other random crap.

    Nothing mayor just a wft moment.

    >also bump
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)15:38 No.13768495
    I work at a restaurant near a college in Mexico.

    So, one day, in comes this guy. Blond, blue eyes, wearing a highschool uniform and carrying a huge backpack. He orders, and then he excuses himself to the bathroom. I must add, he had a completely legit Latino accent, he was definitely from around the place.

    He stays there for 15 minutes and when he comes out, he's wearing the uniform of another highschool.

    I ask him, "everything okay?", to which he replies: "Doing fine. Just one of those weird days."

    And then he kept coming, each day wearing a different uniform or sort of weird clothing. He's arrived wearing military fatigues, oil company engineer uniform, police uniform, goth clothing, film noir-style trenchcoat, swimtrunks, a jester outfit and something that could be best described as light power armor.

    When we ask him what's up, he always says the same thing. Doing fine, another weird day. He always orders the same thing (chicken breast in cheese sauce and OJ), always pays with a 500 peso bill, and always leaves 2 pesos as tip.

    I do not know who the hell that guy is, and just what does he do with all of those uniforms.

    Then there's the time he walked in with his twin sister. Damn guys looked like the Ashford twins. To make matters worse, they entered wearing plague doctor masks.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)15:38 No.13768496
    So this one time, I was playing man hunt at night with my friends and I split off from the rest of my team and took the neighborhood bike path that cut through a small wooded area behind some houses. I had been walking by myself for a while when i turned a corner and saw somebody about 15ft away walking from the other direction. I assumed it was someone from the other team so I panicked and dove into the bushes and then he dove into the bushes on the opposite side of the track. I stuck my head out and he stuck his out. We stared at each other for a second and realized we didn't know each other, he wasn't from my group of friends. We just stood up and kept walking. Never said a word to each other.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)18:46 No.13770663
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    ......i love you

    my random encounter:

    >>in comic store, intently scanning shelves

    >>sees strean white and black movement in the
    corner of my eye

    >>whats that? i think....

    >>i take a glance

    >>it glances back

    >>there is a 6.5ft long greasy haired rotund man stood next to me

    >>looking very twitchy

    >> a very large furry dog hand puppet in his arms, stroking it with left hand, operating with right.

    >>i dont know why, but i pat the damn thing on the head.

    >>next thing i know, he's half way into a conversation about the merits of hand puppetry

    >> pulls out a second dog puppet from a bag, gestures for me to put hand inside.

    >>still dont know why, but i do.

    >>he then proceeds to tell me that a little girl had run up to him and hugged his 'dog', and her mother accused him of trying to molest her.

    >>MFW he was planting my fingerprints on it
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)19:20 No.13771067
    I got a few

    >out drink w/ friend guy comes up bitching about his wife's family buy him a beer and chat for a bit. end of night get invited to his wedding.

    > working a tattoo shop lady comes in requests a song to be played as soon as needle hits skin, she proceeds to masturbate.

    my friends say I am pretty much a random encounter if I speak my mind after I tell them about my flame-thorougher dream about the Andy Warhol museum and other things
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)19:23 No.13771097
    >fuck yeah, a new random encounters thread
    >realize it's the same I found on suptg yesterday
    >holyshit, this is still on.
    never change /tg/ never change
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)19:51 No.13771375
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    I'm doing this. I am SO doing this.

    I just remembered a random encounter I had:
    >At anime con in November 2010
    >In the area with the shops
    >Talking to clerk dude about Neon Genesis Evangelion and 6" figurines
    >After conversation, random mexican out of no where
    >Asks where I'm from
    >Say Arkansas, born and raised
    >"Really? Because you sound, umm..."
    >I know where this is going
    >Say "Let me guess, Australian?"
    >"Yeah, sort of, yeah"
    >mfw I've been told I sound Australian 7 times
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)19:59 No.13771462
    That's NOTHING. I'm Australian.
    I'm told by other Australians that I sound American.
    I'm told by Americans that I sound British.
    I haven't found any Brits to ask what I sound like yet.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)20:02 No.13771492
    Okay, here's a few from back when I worked Friday overnights at a 24 hour diner in a college town. The usual was just drunk college kids mixed with some drunk alums on football weekends, but we had some odd stuff.

    There were two old guys that were basically recurring random encounters. They didn't know each other, but I swear that the DM of the shift's party just loved these NPCs the first time he threw them at us and just kept them coming back. One was an old man who had an uncanny resemblance to Willie Nelson... and then told people that he was his cousin, so we named him "Willie." Nice guy, but he was always drunk as a skunk when he got to us, slurred his speech to nigh-incomprehensibility, and wanted to talk to you all night no matter how busy you were. Oh, and he got upset if you couldn't understand him.

    The other recurring NPC was another old guy who dealt drugs out of a stuffed cat, would order a bowl of ice cream upon arrival, then stamp his evening's proceeds with his phone number and his symbol while he waited and ate. Didn't say a word to anyone beyond ordering. Quite creepy to be honest.

    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)20:02 No.13771501
    One of the most random encounters we had was when a drunk tried to get into a fight with the whole staff working there. He and two of his friends came in and started harassing some of the ladies sitting at the counter, and generally making a nuisance of himself beyond what was acceptable drunken shenanigans. So my friend, who was the manager for the evening, asked them to pay their bill and leave. Two of them did so even paying for their belligerent friend's tab, but Capt. Asshole decided that he needed to fight this. So he starts to get into a shouting match with my friend about why he was getting kicked out. Now, I should mention that the belligerent drunk was this short little Asian kid who looked like the last type of person who should be getting into a fight with anyone. My friend, who can be just as big of an asshole as any drunk, decides "fuck this shit" and starts shouting back. The little encounter quiets the whole restaurant as everyone is watching it, and all of the waiters and cooks (including one big guy who was getting ready to enlist with the Marines) start lining up near my buddy. Finally the match reaches a climax with the drunk Asian kid screaming, "I JUMP THA COUNTAH! I FUCK YOU AHP!" As my friend yells at him to do it, the drunk's friends come running back into the diner and drag him outside.

    Other than that one of my other friends served as a random encounter for customers the night he decided to wear a dress over his usual uniform. Since most of the college kids were still out drinking, he got mostly odd stares. Eventually someone must have called the owner, because the manager got a call from him that my friend had to take off the dress or get fired.

    I've also heard stories that there were two drunk girls using our single-occupant ladies room as an excellent place for exploring some alternative sexual lifestyles.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)20:06 No.13771547
    just means your a slight basement dweller, i have a european accent, even though ive lived in california my whole life
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)20:12 No.13771621

    If I could hate you to death, I would.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)20:13 No.13771633
    Where in Alabama?
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)20:30 No.13771839

    He's a prostitute yo. Does the kinky shit
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)21:10 No.13772309
    im english. canadians ask me what part of canada im from, australians ask me if im american, english think im australian..

    i think its a new accent evolving. evolving from the internet.

    we shall spawn a new race.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)21:13 No.13772348
    You take your bullshit somewhere the fuck else. For the last two years I stay awake a minimum of 3 days before sleeping for 18 hours on day four before refreshing said cycle. I've gone eight days multiple times and 10 days twice.

    You couldn't find any supporting proof of the shit you're posting to save your life.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)21:20 No.13772444
    try being form the maritimes , i was in California , and overheard the font desk clerks arguing whether i was from Ireland , Australia , Britain , or Boston ....
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)21:31 No.13772578
    >>im a moron ignoring all scientific evidence on the subject
    >>im substituting the real world for my own imaginary one
    >>because i dont like thinking about how all the fucked up shit in my brain is causing me to substitute the real world for my own imaginary one
    >>i like to prove myself wrong
    >>im a gigantic faggot

    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)22:35 No.13773179

    And a glorious thread did stop bumping. Fuck off.

    Anyways, I had one from when I was a teenager coming home from a family vacation. We stopped at Denny's with the other families we were with for lunch on the way. Once we finished eating and were wrapping up, my dad stepped out to go smoke by the truck. Being bored and wanting to stand up after hours in the car, I soon followed.

    Upon stepping outside, I was accosted by a guy who was obviously high as a kite, extremely sketchy, who asked me if I had a lighter. I told him I didn't. He asked, "What?" Thoroughly unsettled (I was like 12), I said louder, "No, sorry," and continued on my way towards the truck.

    He started following me.

    I made it to the truck and got in. Fortunately my dad was paying attention, because he went around the other side and tried to get into the passenger's side, but my dad locked it (remote locks ftw). Dad proceeded to yell at him to get away from the truck and he just kind of slurred, "Oh, sorry," and walked away like nothing happened. Shit was weird.
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)22:39 No.13773232
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    >walking around campus
    >sunny, warm day
    >go to the humanities building
    >head for the courtyard
    >first thing i see is two guys having a unicycle race
    >they're coming right at me
    >mi cara cuando
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)22:45 No.13773308
    >back during highschool
    >drinking out near the woods
    >suddenly 20 something bearded guy comes out of the brush with a bottle of vodka
    >asks to join the party

    He was pretty cool
    >> Anonymous 02/03/11(Thu)22:52 No.13773392
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    I get mine in from time to time.

    >Last spring
    >Do set strike for our school's spring opera
    >Dismantling set outside with hand and power tools
    >Am a carpenter working with a bunch of singers
    >Walk up behind a singer who is a creep
    >Squeeze trigger on sawzall
    >Say "Howie, prepare your anus" in a deep and sinister voice
    >His face when a power tool wielding pirate threatened to mechanically sodomize him with a sawblade
    >> Geek-Chan 02/04/11(Fri)00:31 No.13774438
    >Waiting for girlfriend at the train station
    >Huge Indian walks up to me
    >Motions for me to remove my headphones
    >"I'm not going to shoot you in the leg or anything"
    >Politely engages in conversation
    >Admits to being an alchoholic
    >I give him $1.50
    >He brofists me and stumbles off

    Scariest and most intense moment i've had with some random guy. But he was really nice. Only in Canada.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)02:31 No.13775795
    here goes mine, not great but il contribute

    >at work, security for uncle's restaurant in seedy part of town
    >deal with the crazies and the drunks as per usual
    >guy iv never seen before starts walking towards me
    >starts asking me if id seen his hologram
    >tells me in all confidence that it ran away and he needs to get it back for work tomorow
    >hes building star trek under wasco (small town about 70 min drive from where retaurant)
    >then asks if i knew about the secret passage underneath the fountain that sits by restaurant entrance
    >tells me it leads to harry houdini's castle over there, points to paint shop across the street
    >says goodbye and walks away
    will occasionally see if walk around
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)02:32 No.13775819
    >went inside to grab a fresh cup of water
    >heading back outside i see one of the customers is outside having a smoke though window
    >some scuffy ne're-do-wells walking across the street
    >they start telling her to bring her fine ass over
    >she makes a beeline for door
    >one guy is clearly drunk and wants to pick a fight
    >stare at him
    >yells and curses ensue
    >end up leaving when his friends talk him down
    i just loved having been able to get them to leave without saying a word. intimidate check success
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)02:40 No.13775896
    >some kids, 16-18, walking through parking lot
    >ask me for change
    >politely tell them no, that they can't walk through parking lot, and that they need to leave
    >one of the them starts giving me shit
    >lose my temper and start swearing and yelling back
    >his buddys looks suprised that someone is giving them shit back
    >wince internally as customers walk behind me as im cussing out
    >kid A doesn't take kindly to me calling him a fucking cock mongling faggot and makes to throw his 2 litter of soda at me
    >i dodge, but he never throws
    >group proceed to jeer at me and call me a faggot for dodging
    >fists shaking in rage at this point
    >kid A says im not gona do anything
    >start walking toward them
    >stop at restaurant gate and ask him to come over here and we will see

    they end up leaving after that and it was very anti climactic.

    i usually dont have problems at work like that. usually when it starts to happen i just ask if they would like to resolve this with the manager. the manager is my uncle, fucking hardcore old guy. bum asked him for change and he smashed him the face with his stick and knocked him out cold. gets cops to drop people off across town by offering them free lunch. i lol
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)03:17 No.13776228
    >At work near closing time
    >Girl comes in with two potted plants and looks around for a bit
    >Asks if we have any balloons for sale
    >Manager overhears and says that the balloons are for display purposes only, then disappears round back.
    >I shrug my shoulders and blow a few up and string them for her anyway
    >She tries to give me a fiver, I refuse, she insists, I relent
    >She, just as she's walking out, turns and says 'Gung hei fa choi.'
    >I echo it back
    >She gets the biggest smile on her face and leaves

    I think I completed some sort of seasonal side quest for the chinese new year.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)04:58 No.13777263

    The next encounter wasn't as bright:

    >Sitting on the bus to school. Transit takes about forty minutes on the bus I'm on.
    >Talking with two friends from school We're seated on weird seats that face each other.
    >Guy sitting close by seems to be listening.
    >Our conversation goes onto how much tuition costs.
    >Guy pipes up asking about certain prices. Seemed like a simple question.
    >I answer him and he begins to explain how he never went to school but was thinking about it lately.
    >Friend one immediately turns away and starts using mp3 player.
    >Guy seems engaged more with me than friend 2, but he is still in the conversation.
    >Bus starts to pull onto the freeway, we're sitting in the back where the engine is, so I can't hear shit.
    >Guy is still talking. Subject has moved onto his last girlfriend. I am only responding with nods and "mmhmm"s.
    >Only catching snippets of what hes talking about. Apparantly about how she thought he was wrong for her.
    >Friend 2 turns away and starts using mp3 player.
    >I have been abandoned.
    >His subject goes from his girlfriend to this friend he met that he thinks he wants to not be friends with anymore, but the friend's family is nice.
    >I say that it should all depend on what he thinks of the friend.
    >Bad move.
    >He begins to repeat the last ten minutes of the conversation a little louder this time. I cannot say a word at the speed hes talking.
    >He pulls the stop signal while still talking.
    >The bus pulls to his stop and he just quits talking, gets up, and walks off.
    >I say after him, "good luck"
    >No response.
    >Biggest WTF I have ever had in real life.
    >> Snarky Bastard 02/04/11(Fri)05:03 No.13777323
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    >working late as intern
    >screwing around online
    >cougar boss comes in, she's deadly serious as usual
    >she has heretofore rejected all smalltalk directed at her in my time there
    >threatens to fire me
    >takes me into office to talk about it
    >locks door
    >sits on desk, hikes up skirt
    >eat her out, screw
    >get fired a week later when i bring it up
    >find out later it was boss' twin sister
    >take job as pool boy for her sister
    >all part of her elaborate plan, apparently
    >> benzo12 02/04/11(Fri)05:11 No.13777402
    Oh god, I have a million of these, my life is really really bizzare at times.

    I'll start off with something not so bizzare today, to get the ball rolling.

    >Got off work today, waited at the bus stop as usual, started reading Warmachine manual. Cute redhead approaches me asking what bus I'm taking, we turn out to be taking the same bus, but it hasn't arrived. Turns out that a building on the street had caught fire and they had cut off the road, so I had to catch an alternate bus to another terminal. She had no idea how to get home without the main bus, so she joins my party. Now, this girl was strange, to say the least, you know the weird airhead elf that girls seem to play? That was her, just not nerdy.

    I ended up getting her number though, so that was fun, chef stories must have interested her I don't know.
    >> benzo12 02/04/11(Fri)05:22 No.13777466
    >Okay, so about 3 days ago I got off late, around 11:30, so I missed my main bus. There is a korean man at the other bus stop, and I read the timetable to him, there seems to be one more bus coming.

    For my help he gives me half his chocolate bar, truly a universal gesture if there ever was one.

    >Anyway, turns out that the later bus is only available on fridays, so we have to work out a way to get home, Korean man joins party.

    Mind you, he barely speaks any english, so I had to try and get him to understand that I wanted to split a cab fare, when he figures out what I'm saying he decides that it would be much better to just call his friends and pay them instead.

    We wait outside a lan center, and in an attempt at conversation I point to the starcraft 2 poster and ask if he plays, luckily my uncannily racist attitude proves to be useful as he does in fact play, and he plays terran like I do, I assume at this point we were bonding, I don't know though I don't speak moonrunes.

    >So we join the party of his friends and start for home, they hand to me a very cheap touchscreen gps system and I spend a good 12 minutes trying to figure out how to get my address into the korean system without instruction.

    Oh, and when they dropped him off he joked about how koreans had taken over that particular area, which made me feel a whole let less racist.

    Koreans are really nice, btw.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)05:28 No.13777508
    0: Playing Dark-Heresy.
    1: We're in a space hulk.
    2: The GM tells us that a black Tech Priest zips past us (theres zero-g).
    3: Said Tech Priest is screaming: "Here I come, motherfucker!"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)05:31 No.13777516
    I was a random encounter once.

    >Walking and drinking at graveyard with my goth girlfriend all night.
    >She is completely naked as i was taking some photos of her.
    >Stumble into a guy sitting at a table near a grave.
    > He is eating his breakfast, turns out he just finished night shift at a local store and he has some time before the first bus.
    >Talk and drink with him, while my gf is completely naked and not giving a shit about it.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)05:33 No.13777536

    OP is a lucky motherfucker...or is s/he?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)05:53 No.13777639
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    >My face when I got the reference
    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/04/11(Fri)09:40 No.13778683
    so another one from today...or yesterday technically i guess.

    >Go to mates place to play a game of 40k with the orks i've got for sale on an aussie forum.
    >Other friend is there that i'm avoiding as he's a whinging bitch that's been pissing me off for months.
    >Ask mate for game of 40k.
    >Asshat pipes up asking for a three-way game.
    >I say i don't like 3 way games and i'll sit out.
    >Mate just HAS to put me in it and says he'll just watch and play winner.
    >Fine, set up. Asshats playing his guard army, Tanks everywhere.
    >I get first turn, OH BOY, The whining starts.
    >"You always get first turn, orks are op with first turn."
    >Ignore him and do the usual moves, Trukk winds up parked right infront of a squad of 30 guardsmen.
    >Ok shooting, I'm gunna fire all 10 of my nobz combi flamers into the guardsmen squad.
    >Ignore him, Grab template and start rolling.
    >Take out 14 guardsmen.
    >Mate is facepalming.
    >Finally snap.
    >me: Shut the FUCK UP you fucking whining faggot, Theres a reason nobody likes playing with you, Because your a fucking cunt! Grow a fucking pair of balls, Play the game for fun, AND STOP FUCKING WHINGING WHEN YOU HAVE 6 LEMAN RUSS'S STILL ON THE BOARD.
    >He cracks the shits. Swats my trukk off the table and it shatters on the floor.
    >Grab him by the neck with one hand and pick up his only painted russ (Painted by my mate since this asshat can't/won't paint)
    >I'm taking this as payment for the trukk you pathetic piece of shit.
    >Pack up my army while he screams and bitches that i can't take his shit.
    >Walk out the door as he goes to come after me but mate stops him.

    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/04/11(Fri)09:47 No.13778713
    Cut foward to about an hour ago.

    >Hear car pull up out front.
    >Go to see who is here at 10 to 1 in the morning.
    >It's asshat.
    >As i walk out front door one of my lounge windows breaks.
    >Think "Oh your fucked now."
    >Walk back inside still un-noticed.
    >Go to bedroom, Grab large model halberd off wall.
    >Walk outside, four windows broken now.
    >He looks at me and shits himself, Makes a break for his car.
    >Run to his car as well, get there before him.
    >He stops outside of halberds range, neighbours lights have come on and house across the road is standing behind wire door.
    >Start swinging halberd into his car, Shatter windshield, break off side mirror, Put two holes in his hood.
    >He tries to take a swing at me with cricket bat, Threaten to swing halberd at him and he backs off.
    >Proceed to break every window in his car then walk back up to deck to get screwdriver to stab tires.
    >Turn around and he is in car and taking off at the speed of light.
    >Cops show up 20minutes later and i tell them the whole story, They say they'll go back to his place and ask him if he still wants to press charges as he'll be charged as well.
    >Still not back here (Now 1:45am) So i assume i'm in the clear.

    Can't imagine what the neighbours thought when they walked outside to see a 6foot guy with no shirt on and long hair attacking a car with a halberd. Or the cops faces when they got the call.
    >> Spider 02/04/11(Fri)09:51 No.13778730
    lol I didn't know 14 year olds were allowed to have cars or halberds...

    btw its
    >random encounters
    >look I made up a story so I sound cool
    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/04/11(Fri)10:01 No.13778775
    Actually i'm 18, he's 19 though the general opinion is that he acts about 12.
    >> Spider 02/04/11(Fri)10:03 No.13778794
    so two people of rather mature age fight about a game, take each others toys and than start to vandalize stuff?thats even worse than when I thought you guys were 14
    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/04/11(Fri)10:06 No.13778809
    I'm not gunna make excuses for myself, I know it wasn't the smartest thing i've ever done and was actually rather childish and retarded, but i'll accept that.
    He on the other hand acts like this as a general rule, Though he's never broken a model or a window before something tells me that's because nobody's ever had the balls to tell him to his face to shut the fuck up since whenever someone gets near that subject he goes full emo.
    >> Spider 02/04/11(Fri)10:09 No.13778823
    yeah I have to give you that the other guy is way worse than you.
    you should have punched him, not his car.tell the cops he attacked your house and you felt threatend and thought your life was in danger
    >> Anonymous 02/04/11(Fri)10:09 No.13778825
    We being the random encounters, on what we call a cross-urban run.

    > night, ~11PM
    > family of 4. sitting in living room. chatting, prolly listening to some classic music too
    > friend runs up to glass terrace door
    > slams fists against door
    > shouts 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!' before taking off

    > winter
    > frozen round pool
    > stomp out a smiley face under a random bedroom window
    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/04/11(Fri)10:18 No.13778867
    Ironically the cops know me because of this guy, BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD!
    i've been there early in the mornings many a time because he's been threatening to slit his wrists/hang himself and then just stopped responding to messages.
    I actually see the guy who tends to be out the front of the station for graveyard shift a fair bit, nice enough guy, Suprised me that he was a big time video game player, Even if it is only WoW and diablo2.
    >> the bard !mi5kS2YmM6 02/04/11(Fri)10:21 No.13778898

    What i meant to say with that post was that the cops know that i've got a really high tolerance for bullshit and this is out of the norm so chances are they won't think much of what happened tonight.

    and yeah i was gunna punch him, but i was at a mates place during the day and he had a cricket bat earlier tonight, I only rent this place so now i've gotta explain how i managed to get four windows smashed, If i'd called the cops then chances are i would be explaining how i got every window smashed. (Small town, only about 12 cars during the day, like two at the station during the nights i've been there, Response times for anything more than GOD HELP ME HE'S MURDERING ME are ridiculously slow.)

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