As the title says, tell us about the angriest moment in your life. I'll post mine when I decide which of my many angry moments takes the lead.

When I got the RROD. I wasn't that angry, but I was pretty pissed.

When Fallout 3 was announced instead of TES V. Just joking.

It was probably once when I got into a fight with my brother. I don't know which time I was the angriest, but there were a lot of them. Once (way back when we had 1 family PC) I deleted his folder. He was pretty mad, but I'm guessing I was too, or I wouldn't have done it.

For health reasons, I probably shouldn't recount it.

When I lost my job because my GF at the time left me for one of my friends. Got drunk. Trashed my apartment. And I mean trashed. Then I passed out on the floor.

Oh, then there was the time I broke a wheel stud while doing the brakes on my car. Decided to go around the yard and smash things.

Oh, there was also the time I got beat up in school. I decided to punch a teacher because I got blamed for starting the fight. "Yeah? Blame me will you. Well, here is a reason to give me a detention." Yup, put the teacher on the ground.

Oh, there was also this other time I got mad at another kid at school and took the projection cart with projector and all and threw it across the classroom.

While I was in class some kid was picking on me. We were in the auditorium. I got pissed took note that he had his feet hooked at the bottom of the seat in front of him (which is also bolted to the foor) I put his ass in a full nelson dragged him up over the back of his seat and put the back of his head on the floor. He turned blue in the face. The kid next to me had to pry my arms from around his neck.

Another time we were in the storage shed out behind the high school and the same kid I choked was again picking on me. I was up on top of some stage flats (we were cleaning up the stage and putting the flats in the shed). I jump from the top of the flats on top of this kid (about 12') I then proceeded to line his eye up to a nail protruding from a 2 x 4. Yeah, the same kid who pried my arms from him the first time had to get me off him the second time before I killed him. Not my fault, he didn't learn his lesson.

A neighborhood kid was picking on my sister, he even went so far as to throw a brick at her head. Yeah, didn't end well for him. I threw him through a fence. Then proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him.

Kicked my sister down a flight of stairs because she pissed me off.

Hit another kid with a 2 x 4 across the face because he pissed me off.

Tried to leave Colorado when I moved from NJ to go back to NJ to beat the crap out of my sister's boyfriend at the time because he put her in the hospital when he beat her. My mother actually "convinced" me to stay in Colorado for fear that I would kill the guy.

Tried to break a window on a bus with a kid's face because he was picking on me.

I could go on all day long with my violent outbursts. If you can't tell, I was the black sheep. The quiet one. The one who everyone picked on. When my breaker tripped I lose it. I am now 33 with a wife, two children, a house, 3 cars and I don't get pissed off to the point of destruction any more. I've learned to control myself. Things don't bother me as much anymore. I still get pissed, but I don't hurt people anymore. Though...sometimes I feel as they do deserve to have their faces smashed in with a claw hammer.

I remember this one job I had, a few years back- I was working as waitstaff in a combination bar/restaurant. I was in college at the time, and it helped to pay for classes/food/etc.
Only thing was, I was miserable, because not only did I have to deal with drunken asshats (I worked during the evenings), but the manager kept getting on my case because the till would periodically come out uneven. I was seriously stressing out, because no matter how hard I tried to ring people up correctly and double-count the take at the end of my shift, I was almost always short. Not by much, usually, but it was always consistent.
Finally, he called me up to his office, slapped down all the end-of-the-day papers for that month, and started reaming me out for getting it wrong. He even went so far as to accuse me of stealing. Fighting back tears of sheer frustration and terrified that he would fire me (I was nineteen at the time and couldn't afford to lose that job), I promised to make up for the difference. I actually sat down and paid said difference out of my own pocket. It came to something like $200.

I found out a few months later, after the hotel folded and I was unemployed again despite my best efforts, that the manager had been dipping into the till the entire time and pinning the blame on me (I was the newest and youngest employee).
After he had done his very best to make me feel like I was completely incompetent, it was all my fault, and that I only had that job because he didn't have the heart to fire me.

I tell you, I was ready to butterfly the sonofa[censored]. ?_?

That would take some serious thinking. It's hard to get me really angry. Maybe sometimes when this one friend I have antagonizes me which he does on occasion. It's so frustrating.

When I found out my bestfriend's boyfriend pushed her down the stair's a few years ago, I've never had my blood boil quite like that before, I could have melted glacier's with the amount of anger that coursed through me. Needless to say though, my friends dad felt the same way I did (not suprising, considering it was his daughter.) and proved that not all I.T consultants are wimpy little geeks.

Playing Pokemon and getting sweeped by 1HKO moves in the battle tower after winning 39 consecutive battles. The AI is a cheating bastard.

When someone said "Just so you know, drunk girls cannot legally consent to six" to me.

Working for an ignorant post-military materials "scientist and engineer" with a god complex and a nack for spewing filth on every thing he saw.
Basically, the whole Blame Chain idea. Makes me want to beat people over the head with their own tools.

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I played back in the day of only red and blue. Said KO moves had a limit of 5 uses.
Is that no so anymore?

Back in Elementary in 5th grade (Can't remember much) I was bullied alot and at the time did not do much to stand up for my self and was alot slower to anger. But after a while I got sick of it of this one guy who would make fun of me constantly and I ended up pushing him down a flight of stairs. Got in alot of trouble for that one and never got in trouble in school since.

Theres a lot of moments that I can't recall now but I often end up being easy to anger and not much of a forgiving type of those who I feel wronged me.

When my cookie jar was stolen,I beat the [censored] who stole it DOWN.


Don't mess with my cookies and get away with it.

I think I've found the winner. Back when I was about 17 I was walking around my town with my dog, and he bumped into some strangers table (he was at a little table outside the coffee shop, near the sidewalk) and made him spill his coffee, so the guy gets up and before I saw what he was doing he gave my dog a hard kick in the gut. I hit him harder than I've ever hit anything in my life, punching bag included.

Eventually 3 guys pulled me off of him after about the 20th punch in the face. I fully intended to kill him, and if not for those men I fear I would have been able to, and would have to live with the consequences. I love my damn dog.

I probably would've done the same.

They do have five, but it was in the battle tower so I only had a team of three Pokemon.

I'm afraid I'd get this Mt. St. Helen's might awaken feeling around you. :chaos:


I'm pretty mellow. I've had a couple of screaming outbursts - usually when I'm working on something and do damage that costs me some $$$. I always feel like hell afterward so I never made it a habit. Think I had one fist fight my entire life and I was only 13 at the time. Just not wired that way.

Personally, I've got only a few man laws. Don't screw with a man when he's pissing, don't screw with a man when he's eating, and definitely don't screw with a man's dog.

Personally, I've had few reasons to be seriously angry. I suppose I had a lot of anger directed at my father after my mother left him for being a cheating, lying drunkard, but that was long enough ago that I seem to have forgotten what I really felt like.

Nearly every second of Resident Evil 4, particularly in the castle. I ended up beating the game twice, but at one point during the third playthrough, I kept getting destroyed at a room where you're ambushed by archers and rocket launcher monks, so I yanked the disc out of the PS2 and impaled it with my model katana. :laugh: To this day, I wonder why I played that game twice. I do admit that it was a sort of love-hate relationship, but I guess the hate ended up taking over.

Yeah, I'm definitely wired for destruction. But like I said, I've learned to kind of control it. I still get angry quite easily but for the most part I walk away now. I'm getting too old to smash things.

Remind me never to go to Northern Bavaria.

Or his cat.

The mean old man that I used to live near never saw the end of my hatred... when he tried to make us get rid of our cats.

He also laughed at my mom when she fractured her leg falling down the stairs. Didn't even help her. If he had been anywhere near me when I heard about this, they'd have to find a new word to describe the pain I'd have inflicted on him. I would suggest "ultimablastrated."

This thread is a conclusive link between videogame and real life violence.

Lame-sauce

So does art reflect life, or does life reflect art?

[edit: question mark, not a period?]

Oh my... Now this is a topic I don't really know the answer to. Not because I've never been angry in my life, but because my anger is slightly... different.

Whenever I am angry, I don't get explosive or destructive. I get very dark, very cold, to the point of an almost nuclear chill. I absolutely TERRIFY people when I am angry, because they fear I might kill them... For good reason. I myself have to wonder sometimes, if I am capable of doing such a thing.

For example, the situation that comes to mind immediately when I hear this topic is a certain... situation that rose with my cousin and I. This is quite a serious situation, so if it's somehow inappropriate for the forum, I'll of course remove it. But, given the talk of severe beatings above, I doubt it.

Several years back, my cousin, Addison, a real nasty piece of work, decided that it would be a good idea to sneak up on me and stab me in the side with a screwdriver. Suddenly finding myself in pain and bleeding, I of course yelled out and scared the kid, prompting him to go running off to try and avoid getting in trouble.

Well, as he took off down the driveway, I regained my feet, grabbed an air rifle that we had resting in our garage, and took it out onto our porch. Our driveway's a rather long, straight shot to a twisting backwoods road, so I had a few seconds to raise the rifle and take steady aim... And I shot him. Rather good shot if I do say so myself too, since he was nearing the end of our driveway - a considerable distance away for an air rifle that had had several years on it - when I pulled the trigger. Especially with my side hurting like a [censored] and bleeding rather heavily.

Needless to say, I got in rather massive trouble - after I got my wound taken care of. I still have a rather nasty scar on my side from it - as did Addison. Nothing too damaging to him, the wound he gave me was far more severe than the wound I gave him, but my cousin no longer looks at me quite the same. I've been told quite consistently how... detached I look when I'm truly angry.

Luckily, I very rarely get into that state. Less and less as time goes on... A bit of emphatic teaching goes a long way, I suppose.