Your Crowning Moments of Awesome!

[Tearen Wover]

So, I personally believe that people deserve to have big egos regarding their achievements. Even if you haven't say, found a cure for Ebola or mapped the surface of Mars, everyone has done something that is impressive!

So share! There are no standards for what can and can't go here. School accomplishments, hard work, even video game stories; what's important is that it made YOU feel impressive, and I you should hold on to that.

It'd be nice if these were shared in the form of stories, but it's not necessary. I have one from around...must have been 16ish.


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Growing up in central PA naturally means that I was exposed to a lot of paintball. It's the perfect blend of redneck and preppy culture, because rednecks like shooting things and only preppy kids can afford good equipment. Usually when I played paintball I just ended up with several dozen welts and a smudge on my visor, but there was one time, one glorious time, when I single handedly won a game.

We had already been playing for a few hours, playing in the woods in the back yard of a kid named Jeremy. There were seven of us, and for the current round we split into new teams. Unlike previous rounds, however, these teams were clearly stacked against mine.

The other kids had the four most athletic, best equipped and experienced paintballers on their team, and my team consisted of my sister and the youngest kid in the group, and me; 'target practice'. This is no direct statement against my sister Zie and Bennet; for back yard games like this they were decent in a paint fight. It just happened that the other team had a varsity basketball player, two pro paintballers, and the rich kid with a paintball SNIPER of all things.

Oh, and we were doing a fort-assault style game. Guess who was in the fort? Not us dopes.

So the round kicked off and our team were able to fight our way up to a row of bushes on the south side of the fort, which was basically just a bunch of half-rotted cargo pallets stacked in a circle with chicken wire. The fort team was suppressing out position behind a fallen tree pretty heavily, but couldn't advance without going out in the open. Stalemate.

After a few more minutes of feeling eachother's defenses, I was fed up. I gave my two spare tubes of ammo to Zie and Bennet, along with my spare tank. That left me with a third of a tank of O2 and half a hopper of paintballs.

"Keep firing but listen." I said, patting them both.

"You keep their attention and keep pressure on them. I'm going to move to flank them."

Before Zie or Bennet could protest, I began retreat back along our path of advance before beginning to skirt a wide loop around the perimeter of the woods. I crawled, climbed and crouched, moving as silently as I could. There were several times where, had the entrenched team bothered to look to the right, I would have been easily spotted.

As it was, they were too blood thirsty and complacent in their skill and defenses to think the dweebs on the assault team would do anything other than peck away fruitlessly at the fort. They knew it was just a matter of time, and so did I.

At one point, I stumbled and snapped a large, dry branch. I was sure they would hear, so I hit the deck and half buried myself in a leaf pile. The rhythm of exchanging fire didn't miss a beat. Slowly, quietly, I got back up. After about three minutes of sneaking behind trees and bushes in the jagged forest hills, I was finally concealed behind a tall skinny tree on the north side of the fort. I peeked out from behind it, and I could see them all hunched over behind the cargo palletts like a row of ducks, totally exposed. Not one of them was scanning the forest. They were laser focused, all eyes straight in the opposite direction from me.

My personal paintball gun was an underpowered semi-auto piece of shit. I couldn't get any closer without compromising my retreat vector, but this was one of the longest shots I had ever made. Unlike the rich kid with the air sniper, my shots tended to arc and english terribly, so I had to get this right the first time. I steadied my paintball gun againt the edge of the tree trunk and propped it up on a splayed thumb; a trick I had learned shooting targets up at my Pap's deer camp.

I tried to slow my breathing, and squinted through the grime on my mask. As usual, the visor on the black paintball mask had been the first thing shot that day, and my accuracy had been suffering ever since. So, I did the unthinkable and lifted it up off of my face, tilting it back onto the crown of my head. This was it. I chose my targets; the two pro players. There was no way I would be able to take them all out; my gun was too slow. Two would have to do.

I gauged my firing arc and squeezed the trigger.

PHUT PHUT PHUT PHUT PHUT PHUT PHUT

The panic was sublime. The second they heard my shots they all ducked, but that actually put them straight into the path of my erratic firing. My two targets were down, and as I pulled my mask down and ran straight back from my tree, I heard the paint sniper send a shot straight over my shoulder.

PATAFF

But I was gone, into the bushes. Bennet and Zie were flawless; the second they heard the panic and shouting they charged from their cover and unleashed a relentless barrage of shots. Bennet got hit, but it was too late by that point. The match was done. The dweebs had not only won; we had embarasses the fuck out of the cool kids.

And it was in that moment that I realized I had a legitimate knack for tactics and stealth.

[Artoria Pendragon]

I graduated from university, I guess?

It's not really an accomplishment of any kind in my own eyes, yet everyone for some reason keeps complimenting me on it. It's something anyone can do and doesn't require anything special, after all.

Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure I've never done anything I'd classify "Awesome". xP

[Tearen Wover]

There's never been a time where you were just really proud of yourself? Ever? For anything?

I don't think you're being honest with yourself.

[Marcus Wright]

Well i guess I can say I won first place in a halloween contest with a awesome Erol costume ^_^". It's not really really a accomplishment, but I can say I graduated College with Honors and Volunteer Cords.

V_V"

[Artoria Pendragon]

Not really, no. My awesome achievement is practically being born alive instead of dead and learning to walk xP
I hold myself to unrealistic standards when it comes to achieving things, so unless I actually do something like cure Ebola, I'm inclined to just think "Meh, anyone could've done that."

At best my "awesome moments" are not even my awesome moments. The few times we've won a two or three hour game of DotA 2, but that's with a bunch of friends and they don't really count as my "Awesome moments", since it's with them and because of them.

I guess the only awesome moment I can think of, is some six years or something ago, when I still played League of Legends.
It was a summer, we were all on vacation with friends and we were playing at like 4 am and sitting on Teamspeak or something.
It was a game where I played a hero named Akali, a ninja with stealth and initiation tools for assassinating opponents quickly.
In League there's a thing called "Penta Kill" which is like when you get the killing blows of all five of the enemy team's heroes in a short period of time.
The enemy had a Tryndamere in their team, whose ultimate ability is to turn himself invincible to dying for like 10 seconds or something.

So we were fighting in the river, we get to Double, triple, quadra kill.
And the damn tryndamere is running away.
I dash after him, all the while all my friends are just yelling "PENTA PENTA PENTA PENTA!!" And I'm just like "HE'S ULTING I CAN'T KILL THE FUCKER!!!!"
Insert a Benny Hill theme and I manage to kill him in the alloted time to hear the announcer say "PENTA KILL!

Some twenty minutes later the same scenario is ongoing again. Teamspeak is going nuts "PENTA PENTA PENTA!!" and I'm again like "HE'S ULTING I CAN'T KILL THE FUCKER."
Some more benny hill, and I managed to kill him again.
I'll admit, despite the fact that the whole house was asleep I yelled "YES!!" from the top of my lungs at the time.

That's the story of the only two penta kills I ever got in League, and both in the same game.

Nowadays it just annoys me, since when I played afterward, I never got another.

I've gotten some in DotA 2 though.

[Tearen Wover]

Tell us the story Jak!!

C'mon people! I'm not talkin about accomplishments! I mean if you're proud of your school degrees that's totally legit, but there's no criteria here for what qualifies. I mean ffs, I shared a story about goddamn PAINTBALL. There are no words to express how insignificant that is in the grand scheme of my life, but dammit I was proud of myself!

Maybe you ate a huge sandwich one time! Maybe you built the biggest sandcastle on the beach. Stop being so bashful/modest! Tell us a time you just were straight up impressed with yourself!

[Tearen Wover]

THATS THE SHI IM TALKIN ABOUT NOVA WHOOOOOO!

[Marcus Wright]

Thanks Tearen.

Well this Erol costume was made with the help of me and my aunt made from homemade materials. Hockey pads turned into armor, socks turned into gloves, a cheap white shiny mask with red tissue paper in the mask, and with a bit of craft metallic spray, the mask turned into a interesting mask Erol from Jak II wore.

Used some old boots and we crafted spikes on them and painted some old jeans turning them into a racing jumpsuit.

[Marcus Wright]

Another moment that means a lot to me is that I'm still alive. I made it through 6 months of dialysis and 9 years of my kidney transplant.

[Tearen Wover]

SWEETNESS! COSTUMES ARE AWESOME

[Omni]

Actually going to Japan, after many years of saying I would, and spending 5 months travelling and working on farms. I lost a fuckton of weight working 6 days a week and eating nothing but healthy Japanese food, I tell ya. It was also hard as fuck. Some bad experiences among the good, including getting my hand bitten by a fucking dog, sitting in a Japanese hospital and wondering whether I'd have to call off the whole trip; some scary ones, like on the final leg of my trip where I decided I had to experience the Shinjuku nightlife, so I wandered out there alone, got pissed as fuck and nearly drugged by sketchy gangster dudes; some hilarious and weird ones, but generally a trip that I can't believe I had the balls to make, wandering off alone in a country and picking up the language as I go. Would do again, preferably in another country. Right now I'm looking at India.

[Dell Conagher]

I suppose this isn't much, but I do have a story from my SC2 ranked ladder to share. I dont have LotV, so this is all in HotS.

I'm bronze 3 Terran so I dont particularly care if i win or lose, its just to fuck around. Protoss is my serious race. 

My game plan for Terran ladder is a cheese strategy known as the Planetary Rush. 

Its an all-in tactic that involves building a Command Center near your opponent's base and then lifting and flying it (most Terran structures can lift off and fly slowly) into your opponent's main base before landing it and upgrading it into a Planetary Fortress, which arms the CC with a powerful set of ground-targeting cannons (at the cost of its ability to lift off), and laying siege to their base. This was against a Terran, so its a less than optimal matchup for this strategy since they can lift their own CC and avoid the damage.

I don't think my opponent was very good either considering he didn't scout my base. If he had he would have seen the Engineering Bay with the two supply depots that I used to wall off the ramp to my main. I also figure this had never happened to him before since I was able to not only able to get my CC in a good spot to bombard their mineral line, but also able to get out two barracks with tech labs and turn out marauders to take out the siege tanks that my opponent was using to bombard my CC. Meanwhile I was busy cranking out raxx back at the base and putting reactors on them to take advantage of the double gas I had taken in the early stages of the game by building pairs of reapers, fast skirmish units with jet packs that can jump up and down cliffs.

The game ended by the 15 minute mark because the guy just didnt know when to quit

[The Vision]

I'm taking a gap year, so during that time I got a teaching job at age 19 with no degree and decent pay. I mean it doesn't feel as nice now that the work is starting but at the time I was pretty impressed with myself.

Also I pulled a corny-ass scheme to ask this girl on a date and it worked.

[Jade Harley]

So, this one time I was the last person standing in a game of dodgeball! It was in middle school. I was this tiny little girl with curls that spiders and other crawly things would get tangled in all the time, we weren't given a choice of whether to play or not, and I had zero hand-eye coordination.

We played on the basketball court, each team's territory divided straight down the center. It was possible for one team to chase the other down to the end of the court, until they were pinned to the wall behind the basket. The line that marked where a basketball player would normally be out of bounds could not be crossed by the opposing team, so they would be forced to just randomly throw dodgeballs at the cornered team until they were all eliminated.

The gymnasium wall behind us was concrete; it hurt to be hit in the face with one of the balls, as there were no restrictions on where you could throw 'em. The other team was vicious... kids are bloodthirsty in this kind of game. It was a recipe for my doom.

But, I hid behind everyone on my team, basically using a bunch of other small humans as meat shields until I was the only child left. I huddled up against the concrete wall under my team's basket, listening to my peers screaming and chattering from the folding bleachers. There were three kids left on the other side, hurling dodgeballs at me with some serious lethality.

I dodged every ball. It was awesome, like I was in the freaking Matrix, jumping to the side and shifting my legs or arms by a hair's length to avoid being taken out of the game. And, as the balls would richochet off from the wall with a smack, I'd snatch them out of the air and whip them toward my opponents in a blur of cheery rainbow colors.

I singlehandedly defeated the other three kids and left a few bruises, was heralded as a goddamn hero for a few weeks, and then everyone promptly forgot. But I never have.

[Kirano Jr]

Getting my feet into the door at a world renowned publishing organisation, employed at the Financial Times. An invaluable experience.