Today I was cycling around at work (delivering the mail) and suddenly realised I didn't have my evade shield up. Then I remembered it was Real Life but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was nothing to stop a car from InterLocking me.. Anyway, does anyone else have any RL MxO Moments they'd like to share?
Never had one. Get a life guys j/k
a few years back, i had this coat. let's call it a "Matrix coat", because everyone else did, even though it was basically a man's three-quarter length coat that happened to be black. whatever anyway...a nice side effect of wearing this coat was that it seemingly imbued me with the power to do seriously awesome things while wearing it. for example... .....one time, i popped into the city centre to grab some dinner on my lunch break. so of course, mcdonalds it is. well, out i come with my double cheeseburger in hand and start to make my way back to work. on the way up, i see this tall, weird looking homeless dude skanking his way towards me with his band of hobo buddies. "gimme a bite of yer burger, mate".... ....uh, how about i ignore you and keep going. next minute, i hear a tirade of abuse from behind me and its getting closer. mr homeless guy has gone insane. "....disrespect me will you? will you? better than me are you eh? swear swear rant rant cough etc" ....and, hobo buddies in tow, he gets closer and makes the slightest movement to pull his arm back and hit me. unfortunately for mr homeless man, i PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE AND DROPPED HIM WHILE STILL HOLDING MY CHEESEBURGER IN THE OTHER HAND FTW. then i ran off. matrix style.
Today I was cycling around at work (delivering the mail) and suddenly realised I didn't have my evade shield up. Then I remembered it was Real Life but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was nothing to stop a car from InterLocking me..
You punched out a homeless guy, congrats. Did you get a CQ for it?
I'm someone who don't really fear talking to strangers or making a fool of myself.
One day, I was in a men's clothing shop, looking for some dress pants. I was going to a dressing room. I entered it, then immediately got out when I realized what I just had seen on the way. Next to it, there was a man with a white shirt and a sleeveless black vest looking at himself in the mirror, arranging his necktie. He had spiky dark hair with whitened ends and had an elitist look. So the following conversation happened, while I still had one foot in the cabin:
-Euh, excusez-moi monsieur. Est-ce qu'on vous a déjà appelé Flood? -What? -Oh sorry. Someone ever called you Flood? -No? -Ok thanks.
Then I went back in the cabin to try the pants. He gave me quite a strange look from the cashier counter when I came out of the cabin.