when i was young my dad grounded me for something can't remember, ran head first into a wall and left a huge hole in it.
in like year 9 at school we had some bitch sub teacher and as soon as she came in she pushed my bag off the table with my brand new ipod in it and it hit the floor pretty hard. i raged straight away and pushed her desk over then walked home
I had a gf for like two weeks, and she hooked up with some other dude. I went into the nightclub toilets and sat on a toilet just devastated. I got up and muay thai elbowed the door, and it fukkin splintered into little bits. There were other people in the toilet, and they saw me coming out and parted like the red sea.
Angry at another time, went into shopping centre toilet and ripped off a hairdryer and threw it against the wall. Then I stuffed all the toilet paper into the toilet, and pissed all over the floor and walls spinning around like a helicopter.
Grabbed a cricket bat and started hitting all the stuff I could find. Eventually I sent a bottle flying into a window. $550 to fix it.
Had an argument with parents, got so mad I grabbed a wheelie bin and threw it off the balcony. Sht exploded everywhere.
Booted a car door in. Still have the dent on my car.
A car full of kids drove past me and some stupid little kid yelled out 'ah you phaggot!' at me. I raaaaaaged and ran up to the car and got the kid by the hair trying to pull him out. They sped off and I had a chunk of hair in my hand.
Was going for a jog once and some dog ran out of a place and started nipping at me. I screamed at the house 'PUT YOUR FUCKING DOG DOWN YOU FUCKING CUNTS!!!!!!!!!!, then ripped out their mailbox and threw it like a javelin at their front door.
Some syndicate of eastern europe origin kidnapped my daugther. I knew she was kidnapped cos I was on the phone with her when it happened.
I warned this dood who picked up the phone to return me my daughter, as I have a very particular set of skills, skills that make me a nightmare for people like him. I told him I will hunt him down and kill him if he don't. Phaggot went on to wish me good luck.
I then flew down to Paris and friggin rage on half the population there.
Goals in life:
Tour Europe (similar to http://forum.bodybuilding.com/showthread.php?t=118560101)
Get my pilot license
Build a fine house
Aston Martin
MBA from a good school
Go to a World Cup
Cage diving with great white shark
I can't remember all the times. But I have broken countless pieces of furniture, 8 ps3 controllers, 4 remotes, 3 key boards, and NUMEROUS amounts of misc. ****. I rage so hard when I am playing COD4
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Some syndicate of eastern europe origin kidnapped my daugther. I knew she was kidnapped cos I was on the phone with her when it happened.
I warned this dood who picked up the phone to return me my daughter, as I have a very particular set of skills, skills that make me a nightmare for people like him. I told him I will hunt him down and kill him if he don't. Phaggot went on to wish me good luck.
I then flew down to Paris and friggin rage on half the population there.
you should talk to Hollywood dat der be the makings of a good movie brah
This guy stole my Coke in college...a few months he was at the same party as me, so I kept sober, buddied up to him and got him to drink a lot of bourbon shots. When he was virtually unconscious I offered to drive him home. Needless to say, I drove him into the woods, tied him to a tree, burned him on the face and neck with cigarettes, gagged him and left him to die of thirst/exposure.
bunch of bitttches in here. talkin bout punchin walls and breaking controllers.
mind you my personal controller busting days were back when I was about 12. I still rage at video games one in a great while, but they don't make em as hard as they used to be.
Ugh... the Irish are baller and often quite alpha.
My only real rages when I was a kid were at video games, or at my friend when we used to play video games online together (or my younger brother when he would play games with me).
I used to also snap at the games I was playing with my little brother when we would play against each other. I swear I had terrible luck at games, but decent skill, and it would seem like the weirdest **** would happen against me, or my brother would fluke out and win, and I would go ape ****. I never really hit him or anything I would just rage with swears and stuff. I also used to accuse the game of malfunctioning all of the time, lulz.
I don't know if any of you remember the PC game Hidden and Dangerous, but it was a 3rd person world war 2 shooter game that was insanely hard. May been one of the hardest games ever made. The reason was A) it was terrible, and B) it was glichy as hell. You would randomly fall through the ground and die, and the nazi's would kill you in 1 shot from so far away that you could barely see them. You basically had to crawl along the entire level, hiding behind things and creeping out an inch at a time until you could just shoot their legs or something. You would play each level 1000 times to memorize exactly where every nazi was so that you could do this without dying. I played this coop online with a friend, and the thing was that you couldn't save, so you had to play the entire level perfectly, no mistakes. He would ALWAYS **** up and I would rage at him and smash the phone on the table over and over while yelling and swearing (we would talk on the phone while playing to coordinate), and he would laugh his head off. At the end of a level after playing for hours he would just randomly run out into a big group of nazi's and just get shot down for the lulz and I would be so pissed.
The extent of my outbursts were hitting the phone on the table (never broke) and throwing controllers (never broke). You guys are nuts, lulz.
Hardly anything gets me to RAGE fukin hardcore more than video games. Back when Mortal Kombat came out, I was playing it on my Sega and I swore the game was fuking possessed. I just stopped what I was doing, tensed up like I was about to turn into the Hulk, squeezed the controller so hard you could actually hear it stressing, then thew it so hard on the ground all the damn buttons popped out! FUUUUUUUUUUU
Also when ATT wireless came out with their first color screen phone I went out and bought it. It would get sh!tty signal and ATT's service just sucked all around. One time I was in my car talking to my dad and my call got dropped 3 times in under 5 minutes. I got so pissed I smashed my phone against the dash multiple times. Didn't work after that
Ah cell phones! Almost forgot! I generally don't rage at anything, even when I should. I'm very calm and in control of my emotions most of the time, but little things make me rage. But by rage I mean I feel a blind uncontrollable anger for a very short intense period of time, like you want to destroy the world, and after 1-2 seconds it passes and I go back to normal (and don't break **** or do anything bad). Like when i'm trying to lift something heavy and awkward onto a tall shelf. I struggle with it for like 2 minutes straight, and everytime I think it is settle it starts to slip and fall and I have to lurch my body and strain to re-place, and I are get tired and irritated and the sudden lurching to catch something really sucks, and eventually that will make me feel blind searing rage for a few seconds until I can finally get the thing on the shelf and stable.
Also my old cellphone was a POS. I would be waiting for a call with full signal and nothing would come through, then 30 minutes later I would get a call with someone raging at me because I hadn't been picking up the 15 calls they were putting through to me. Or someone would leave me a message or text and I wouldn't get it until like 5 hours later. I was milliseconds away from snapping that POS in half about 2-3 times, but as I said before my 1-2 seconds of insane hate rage pass quickly and I constrained myself from doing anything bad.
I never rage at people, only objects that are messing around with me like phones, boxes, and video games.
My buddy has lots of stories about throwing things, breaking things, putting holes in the wall, etc...
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My mom cancelled my WOW account and I RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD, I tried shoving a control up my ass. I even have video of it here!
I've actually told people that I wish inanimate objects had feelings becuz I would beat the living piss out of anything that fuked up my day. Little things irritate me too (some of it extremely ridiculous stuff). Like if I stubbed my toe on the leg of the couch I would murder that couch.
My mom cancelled my WOW account and I RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD, I tried shoving a control up my ass. I even have video of it here!
you sounded like a pig getting its throat slit, if you got a little angrier you could have turned super sajin and defeated your mom
some guy took my son hostage and said he would kill him and my family if i didnt tell him where i hid the diamond
i found him a beat his head in with a shovel
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Ex girlfriend came to me (Ended up bein my best friend after we broke up) and told me that some guy tried to rape her, this got me fuming... Long story short, went out that night, saw the guy and after a few words punched him in the yapper... He fell over and I said some crap and walked away...
Turns out it was the guys identical twin brother.... felt kinda good, kinda bad....
Well back in 2nd grade, I would have been like around 7 at the time we had to give a topic talk about our favourite toy. I was a realllly shy and quiet dude back then so I was tripping balls. I had my talk and $h1t all prepared and I practised it, which was rare for me I actually put a fair bit of effort into the fuggn thing. Anyway we had to bring the toy we were gonna talk about along, and I chose this pretty big wooden aeroplane my Dad bought me when I was a baby, I get to class on the day of my talk and we have a substitute teacher. Ms f**king Miller. I still remember the SLut bag; she was in her 50's, tall and lanky, pale with yellow teeth. She reeked of cigarettes and had a raspy throaty voice with a horrible yobbo Aussie accent.
I give my talk, say thanks for listening then the class starts clapping then Ms f*c*ing slUt bag Miller gets up and said something along the lines of, "that doesn't deserve a round of applause, that was horrible, that's how you shouldn't give a topic talk, you should put more effort in because that was rubbish", pretty much she told a 7 year old kid he was an epic failure in front of the whole class.
So I picked up my wooden aeroplane, launched it at Ms Miller's face and bailed. Ran home and told my Mum what happened, then she rang the school and complained about Ms Miller, never saw the bITch at my primary school again and didn't get in trouble for shiit.
I never saw the damage the plane did to her face, but people in my class told me she was on the floor swearing for a while then she went outside to chase me. The plane is big and heavy so it would fuucked her face up a bit.
The shiit she gave me for my talk affected me right through primary school, I would get so much more nervous than everyone else before a talk because I legit though I sucked ass at it, didn't get over it until high school.
> 2nd Grade topic talk on our favourite toy
> I choose big wooden aeroplane
> I is shy, but still put loads of effort into the presentation
> Go to present my talk and we have a substitute teacher
> Teacher tells the whole class my talk sucked while they're clapping
> I rage, throw wooden aeroplane at teachers face
> I bail, tell my Mummmmmyyyyyyyy, she rages at school, I don't get in trouble and substitute teacher never shows up again
I've only snapped in two different circumstances..
1) When I was a kid I liked to dress up and play army. One of the things in my army set up was a machete that my sister brought back from Mexico for me... I was outside playing army and my mom called me in to get ready to go. I had a really bad day and asked if we could just stay home that night. For some reason she blew up on me and screamed "get your ass inside before you are in big trouble mister". I dont know what happened but I completely snapped. I took out the machete and starting chopping on the tree in my front lawn as hard and as fast as I could go..I was screaming like a muf**ing mad man. All the while neighbors are staring at me, cars are driving past, etc. When I finally tired out my mom asked if I was done with my little temper tantrum and if I would like to come inside. I was exhausted and all of my anger was burned off so I yeah and walked inside to get ready....The neighbors always looked at me strange after that...
Cliffs-
Freaked out
Chopped tree in front of my parents house with machete while neighbors watched
2) My girlfriend cheated on me in college. I went to the same club every Thursday night to hang out. She showed up with the guy even though she knew it was my hang out place and I would be there...I walked up, punched him in the face and started walking off. The bouncer started walking up to grab me and I kicked him in the balls and then ran out of the club...A couple of weeks later she called me to come pick up the last of my stuff at her house because she thought I had "cooled down".. I showed up and she handed me a box of stuff I had at her house. She had the nerve to put a bunch of gifts in it she had bought me during our relationship. I looked at my stuff and snapped again. I had a huge truck so I backed over the box three or four times got out sprayed lighter fluid all over it and lit it on fire in the middle of the street. I then spray painted whore behind her assigned parking spot. LULZ I was so pissed and out of my mind that I spray painted HORE instead of whore.. Yes beta back then.
Cliffs-
Girlfriend in college cheated
Girlfriend show up to club I went to every Thursday night
I punched her new BF
I kicked bouncer in balls
Two weeks later she gave back my stuff
I backed over it and lit it on fire
I then spray painted "HORE" behind her assigned parking spot
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