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    Just wondering, as someone who's never been in a fight.

    When was the last time you were in a fight and why did it start?
    Are you in fights often?
    What were the worst injuries (to yourself or others) resulting from a fight you were in?
    What's your win ratio?
    Have you ever videoed or been videoed in a fight for others to see?
    I want that Mulan McNugget sauce, Morty!

    #2
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    I can't talk about it.

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      #3
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      I've never been in a fight. Too likeable I suppose. I probably won't win a fight if they lock their *pewpewpew* fists on my body, so I've been trying to plan ahead.

      See, I'm trying to get erections on command. I'm also working on my moaning. I figure if they thought I was getting turned on by their pounding, they might stop. Or punch harder. Haven't decided.
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        #4
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        I only fight on the internet.

        and when I'm drunk. but joke drunk fighting. no homo.
        Last edited by Caciss; 01-10-2010, 03:14 PM.

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          #5
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          I've never been in a fight because I hated the person, but in high school we had fight nights almost every weekend. I only fought 4 times. I won 3 and the 4th there wasn't a clear cut winner, but I think he had me beat.

          The worst injury I got was a bloody lip. The worst I caused was an eye to be swollen shut, but I watched someone get knocked out for a few seconds.

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            #6
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            I opened my bedroom door one night to find my mother running into her room, with her boyfriend following her, yelling angrily. He tried to do some kick to her back, but I dove in and just started throwing fists to his face. I was on his back for a couple seconds, delivering more blows as my glasses flew off and I got a couple scratches.

            He got a pretty nice black eye, and pouted about it. That was pretty fun.


            There've been a few other physical altercations, but they were minor and in grade school.

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              #7
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              I'm a lover, not a fighter.

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                #8
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                One time when I was in college I was walking by this house where a party was going on and this totally wasted guy out front saw me, mumbled some stuff I didn't understand, and then started taking swings at me. He got me a couple of times in the face and I barely even had a chance to react besides saying, "What the ****?" and trying to back off from him. It didn't really last too long before his friends came and restrained him.

                I suppose that's not really a fight, but that's as far as my experience goes. I used to do spars and tournaments when I took Jiu Jitsu in high school, but that's a different thing than what you're talking about, I think.

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                  #9
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                  I've only been in one serious fight and it was with my father. I lost pretty bad. Started because my mother bought me some clothes that didn't fit. Yeah.
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                    #10
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                    The last time I was in a serious fight was in fifth grade. This kid stole a container of all of my pogs and slammers (and maybe $8) during recess and refused to give it back. I told him I would take it back from him forcibly if he would not return the container, but my small stature was far from intimidating.

                    Basically, I gave him one hard jab to the face and that was all it took. He froze for a few moments before blood started gushing from his nose. When he could process what was happening he began to cry hysterically and ran off. I was suspended from school for a week and when I came back I found out that I broke his nose. I still feel badly about it.

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                      #11
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                      Hey, that was his fault for underestimating you (and stealing your pogs). You shouldn't feel bad about it, he learned his lesson.



                      Don't copy that floppy!

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                        #12
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                        The event really put in perspective what sort of things are really worth fighting for. In reality, losing $20 worth of junk would be a much less worse than getting your nose broken.

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                          #13
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                          I just meant that you shouldn't beat yourself up over something that happened in fifth grade, that's all.



                          Don't copy that floppy!

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                            #14
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                            yeah, this is about beatin' up other people

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                              #15
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                              I used to get into scraps when I was a kid. They stopped alltogether when I got into a really violent one freshman year of highschool.

                              This Asian kid sucker punched me in the face for trying to steal his girlfriend (which I was trying to do) on my way to class one day. I never even saw him coming, he just swung. My friend Jason, who saw what happened threw him against the lockers and then one of his friends who was "back-up" of sorts went after him. Lots of fists were thrown, we all go suspended, and there was a lot of blood because I broke someone's nose and Jason got elbowed in the forehead. It was a mess.

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