Real Life "Oh Shit" Moments.

[EHKOS]

It was probably the time I was climbing a tree and both handholds and a foothold snapped off at once. I fell a good 12-15 feet onto some fallen branches, that could have easily skewered me. I was floating in the air for a second right after they snapped and I thought "Well fuck...". My neck hurt for a couple days and then I was fine. Dodged a bullet right there.

 

[Mr_Spanky]

Went up through the sky-light onto the roof to have a smoke. Didn't see that it was icy before I sat down and slid off the roof - amid much scrambling to save myself from impending death.

I clearly remember thinking just as I went over the edge that this was probably "it" for me. From four stories up landing on stone chances were that I was fucked in more ways than I could count.

Lucky bastard that I am I actually landed on a wooden bench and not the stone and got away with two broken fingers and a broken wrist.

So remember kids - SMOKING KILLS! Or at least breaks bones . . .

 

[Idsertian]

This, well sort of,

Driving along and these two Chav girls just decided to walk out in the middle of the road. Seriously, they looked, saw cars coming along and just thought 'fuck it, I don't care' and walked out. I had to slam on the brakes, stopping about 2 inches from the girls and causing the bloke behind me to go into the back of my car and the car behind him to smash into the back of his.

Worst part? The girls crossed the road, saw the carnage that they had caused and stared pointing and laughing. I have never felt rage like I did that day.

You should've restrained them and called the coppers. They caused an accident by jaywalking and it was your reactions that resulted in it only being a multiple fender bender, rather than a serious accident. Some criminal prosecution might teach the little cunts some manners. That said, they're chavs, so they'd probably just wear it like a badge.

OT: Had a couple of "oh shit" moments where I've been nearly hit by a car. First time I was 7 or so, ran ahead of my parents because the road we were about to cross was hardly ever used. Car turns in, but stops well before it gets to me. A few years later, something similar happens at the exit to a small car park serving a row of shops, but due to a lack of eye contact between me and the driver in question. I was busy with my phone, but saw him out the corner of my eye and assumed he'd noticed me approaching and would stop to let me pass. He hadn't and didn't. Bumper of the car brushed my leg as I crossed in front of him, but he again stopped in time. Totally my own fault. :/

A real "oh shit" moment came a couple of years after that. I was getting paid to help look after my neighbour's horse and one of the things I was responsible for was grooming her for shows. Naturally, when she's in the arena, there's nothing for me to do but stand and watch. Less than a year prior to that, he'd bred her and she'd had a colt, so of course we had to take him with us to any show.
This meant it was the owner, me and another guy (who also happened to be my parents landlord at the time and the only one with a vehicle capable of pulling the horsebox) who were in attendance. I'd already discharged my duties and the owner was in the ring with the mare, while the other guy was holding the colt outside the ring so he wouldn't panic because he couldn't see his mother.
Of course, animals being animals, he wasn't too happy at being this separated from his mother even at this distance (about 50 feet or so). He kept getting more and more fidgety, antsy and panicky, to the point where other show goers were commenting under their breath and slowly edging away from him.
Now, I was stood an appreciable distance away, what I thought was safe. Growing aware of the more and more flighty nature of the colt, I turned as I caught him turning around just in time for him to buck and his hooves to flash past me on either side of my head. It happened so quick I didn't even have time to blink, let alone think anything until afterward. How the hell he missed me, I'll never know, but I was lucky he did. Needless to say, I was well pissed off at the guy holding him and it was only the fact he was our landlord (and my only ride back home) that I didn't bite his damn head off on the spot.

To be fair, horses weren't his thing (he owns a specialist plant nursery), but for fuck's sake! Get that damn animal under control or put him in the box!

 

[Ironman126]

I was eight-years-old and my aunt (who my family knew to be a notoriously terrible driver) was driving my brother and myself back from a movie we had all gone to see. We are about three blocks from my house when a firetruck comes racing down the street. lights and siren blaring. Any normal person would pull over, but my aunt is anything but normal. She panics, looks to the eight-year-old (me) in her passenger seat and say "oh god, what do I do?!" There was no jest, no condescending "Do you know what to do, little kid" tone in her voice. There was fear. However, being a bright kid, I yell at her to pull over and STOP THE CAR. She lurches the car to a stop, not five meters (approx. 15 feet) from the spot the firetruck was turning, thus missing us by just over a car-length.

I'd like to believe that I didn't save my brother, aunt, and self from a grisly death at the hands of a speeding fire engine. I'd like to believe that my aunt was merely seeing if I knew what to do and that the situation was under control. I'd like to believe those things, but the was not the first, nor the last, time that she has nearly gotten herself and her passengers killed.

 

[tsb247]

The first time I spun an airplane back when I was still a student pilot.

I was out on a solo flight, and I was supposed to be practicing some maneuvers including power on and power off stalls. These two maneuvers simulate engine failure on takeoff and landing with poor airspeed management respectively.

I did my clearing turns to make sure nobody was in my vicinity and heading in my direction. I throttled back to 1500rpm and began to pitch the airplane up. It was a this point that I made my mistake. I was fixating on my airspeed, an I was compeltely ignoring my turn coordinator. As the final, "Hey you! You're gonna stall!" warning horn went off, I looked at the inclinometer and noticed that it had swung way out to the side. The airplane broke, the nose fell, pitched up a little and over I went.

At the instant that final horn went off, I remember thinking to myself, "Well, this is it. I've finally done it. I've gotten myself into a spin. This is gonna suck!"

Fortunately for me, I had been told how to recover from a spin, and the procedure was automatic. I recovered fairly quickly after only dropping two to three hundred feet or so. I'm glad I had decided to go up to 4500 instead of my usual 3500.

For those unfamiliar with a spin, they can be terrifying and deadly if a pilot is caught unprepared and is unaware of how to get out of them.

A spin (not me).

 

[tsb247]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

 

[malkix87]

My worst moment of these would be the time I was riding my bike home from work late one night (worked a late shift at a grocery store) and had to swerve to avoid a buck. All I could think was "Oh Crap! bucks always stay ahead of the herd! I might actually get attacked!". And then I saw the bobcats. I've never pedaled that fast before in my entire life.

 

[cojo965]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

God damn motherfuckers, what, were they colorblind? How do you out two guys on your own fucking team AND draw blood on one of them? Okay rage done, what do you run and where was this?

 

[Anti Nudist Cupcake]

Oh joy an oh shit thread, where to begin. Let's see the time I was nearly set on fire because my brother threw gasoline on the bon fire I was standing in front of. No, how about the whole taking a rake to the face and having ten doctors hold down the four year old to give him stitches, na I tell that one to much. Rusted metal fence to the leg, no? Then how about the four car reacks? Or the brakes going out as we head down a 65-75 degree angled hill missing a car on both sides so close the air should have scratched the paint on all three cars, na to boring. The other time I was set on fire? shot? stabbed? stabbed again? blunt force trama? survivors guilt knowing you are alive because of the Oklahoma city bombing that allowed you to not be hung? blacking out for three seconds to find your about to remove someones face with your fist? having a loaded gun waved in your face for no other reason then because it is loaded? over-dosed on pain pills? seventy-five counts of suicide brought on by mental breakdowns and crushing depression?

...man...my life has been so boring...guess the worst was going from just starting a nice new job saving up money up for your first place and then being droped off in the country side at a half way house for convicts. That was a fun "Oh shit" moment, goes from "well fuck I'm getting sent back half-way cross country to a place where there is no work" to "Oh shit how many of these guys have killed people...I don't want to get stabbed again that isn't fun". Oh and before anyone asks, family....yup...family. >.>

Uh, wow?


How you are still alive is just baffling.

 

[Anti Nudist Cupcake]

Oh joy an oh shit thread, where to begin. Let's see the time I was nearly set on fire because my brother threw gasoline on the bon fire I was standing in front of. No, how about the whole taking a rake to the face and having ten doctors hold down the four year old to give him stitches, na I tell that one to much. Rusted metal fence to the leg, no? Then how about the four car reacks? Or the brakes going out as we head down a 65-75 degree angled hill missing a car on both sides so close the air should have scratched the paint on all three cars, na to boring. The other time I was set on fire? shot? stabbed? stabbed again? blunt force trama? survivors guilt knowing you are alive because of the Oklahoma city bombing that allowed you to not be hung? blacking out for three seconds to find your about to remove someones face with your fist? having a loaded gun waved in your face for no other reason then because it is loaded? over-dosed on pain pills? seventy-five counts of suicide brought on by mental breakdowns and crushing depression?

...man...my life has been so boring...guess the worst was going from just starting a nice new job saving up money up for your first place and then being droped off in the country side at a half way house for convicts. That was a fun "Oh shit" moment, goes from "well fuck I'm getting sent back half-way cross country to a place where there is no work" to "Oh shit how many of these guys have killed people...I don't want to get stabbed again that isn't fun". Oh and before anyone asks, family....yup...family. >.>

Uh, wow?


How you are still alive is just baffling.

 

[gmaverick019_v1legacy]

"Dude, did you do the homework?"

"Oh SHIT!"

yesterday i walked into my night class and the teacher had just gotten done writing "exam #3" on the board, and my heart fucking sank through the floor thinking i had forgotten completely to study and so i'd be screwed and my grade would die from this one lousy moment.

but then the bastard proceeded to write "next week" 5 minutes later next to it. fuck my heart was beating so fast.


OT:

Got a staff infection that was one tough son of a ***** in my hand, my mom kept saying "oh don't worry about that puss, just shoot out and put some hydrogen peroxide on it, suck it up, you're not missing school"

so for about 3-4 weeks it went on like this until i couldn't bear the pain anymore in my hand, in which i went to the doctor and proceeded to be put in emergency surgery and lost a bunch of random spots of bone due to the staff infection, i can bend my pinky back in the strangest way now that wasn't possible before.

so yeah, thanks mom, sucking it up for another week or so they said and i'd probably have been dead from it spreading through my body, they said most people have it spread and kills them after 3-4 weeks.

 

[Techno Squidgy]

I've had a few.
The most recent was while I was riding my motorcycle.
Bombing it down the road, doing about 45mph or so coming up to a 4 way junction. Lights green, no one in front or behind me. As I come up to the junction I notice something in the corner of my eye. A bus pulling out, driver looking the wrong way. Considering how wet the ground was, there was absolutely no way I'd be able to stop in time and would most likely just go OTB and through the window of the bus. The rational part of my brain switches off, and my instincts take over. I switch down in the smoothest and fastest gear change I've ever done and ram the throttle open. The bike leaps forwards, engine screaming, and I scrape past the front of the bus with maybe 4 inches to spare.

Most people's response to such an encounter would probably be to pull over and have a good hard think for a moment, calm their nerves or something.

I just went faster and kind of roared. Shit was intense, never had an adrenaline rush so overwhelming before.

 

[tsb247]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

God damn motherfuckers, what, were they colorblind? How do you out two guys on your own fucking team AND draw blood on one of them? Okay rage done, what do you run and where was this?

The scenario was set up so that teams were ambiguous. It was designed to instill a sense of fear when you encountered another player. The only reason I had that squad of 8 was because we stuck together from the start, and two of the others had radios as well, so we stayed in contact and knew who hadn't been killed yet.

It was a blast, and there were no hard feelings between me and the guy who shot me. It's all part of the game. I am, however, still upset that I left six guys in the treeline. I should have had us form a line and sweep through the field. We could have shot those two and then revived them later (per scenario rules), and had them join us once we figured out which side they belonged to.

This was at a place called Frog Holler paintball. I run a Marui G36C, but I am moving to a Magpull PTS SV this spring. I figured I needed something more 'Merican and I had some extra money from my tax refund.

But yeah, airsoft never stop producing those, "Oh sh.." moments. I am particularly fond of the grenade one as well, hearing the bang and not knowing who the hell threw it. Priceless!

 

[That Annoying Guy]

I don't think that my story is as good as most of your's but when I was about maybe 11 or 12 my family and I were taking apart our trailer to make way for the new one. So about 2-3 hours into disassembling the walls became fairly weakened and one decided to fall towards a young me.... "Oh sh-!" was all I could get out before the wall was upon me. What happened right after was straight from the movies; as the wall fell I just so happened to be standing where the window was and after the wall fell I was still standing. Shaking to all hell but standing.

 

[Ken Sapp]

Well, there was that fun time I got to choose between hitting oncoming traffic, a tree, or the 6 year old kid who just ran out into the street...

If media has taught me anything you should aim for the oncoming traffic as it is pure evil to harm a child or a tree.

OT: I've had plenty of "Oh, S#$@!" moments in my life, fortunately most of them didn't pan out. The only one I can call to mind was when I lost control of my vehicle on the Interstate while avoiding a collision with someone who wasn't paying attention to what they were doing, struck the guardrail and rolled my SUV. Not a scratch on me although I ended up wrong side down and the vehicle was totaled.

 

[Mook_StyFawker]

Two years ago, winter, three in the morning. First time in my best friend's new car we leave my house and not three minutes later, hit a terrible bump and slam down on a patch of black ice. The car ended up swerving back and forth wildly (enough to knock me into the door) before doing a 180, tipping onto its side, and sliding along the road into the ditch, still on its side. The amazing part is this all happened within the distance of maybe three or four car lengths, tops.

My friend does this roar all death metal musicians dream of, my other friend just yells some swears, and I freeze up and think "oh shit, this is going to suck."

No one was hurt and we managed to crawl out of the car (old school BMW doors are insanely heavy when gravity is working against you, by the way). We weren't far from my house, but it was so cold we didn't want to chance walking even the short distance. Woke up some family in the middle of the night, called our friend, and got a drive back to my place and proceed to lie on my basement floor to let the adrenaline drain.

 

[omicron1]

The only thing I had happen is when I slipped and fell and broke my arm trying vainly to clear my car out after a blizzard.
The "Oh shit" part came when I tried to stand and walk indoors (it being below freezing) and watched my vision contract to a two-inch spot in the middle of my standard range. Hearing went out, and I really thought I would fall unconscious and probably die from exposure.

 

[ObsidianJones_v1legacy]

hmm. I feel like I'll be cheating. I grew up in the Bronx as a child and visited my family in Brooklyn. I've been in actual shoot outs (as a bystander) and dodged drive bys on a semi monthly basis. I will take out human cause... or at the very least direct human interaction to a threat on my life.

Let's see. When I was six, our flight to Florida had it's engines die. I don't know how much, and my parents didn't like thinking about it (my mom doesn't like to flight to this day, and I'm 32), but I guess it was a few hundred feet as it took like two minutes to switch back on. That wasn't so much of an oh shit moment, because I was a stupid kid. I was going to Disney World for rides, so I figured this was the first one.

Hmm. When I was ten, we went to the Bronx zoo. and I saw a rock formation that could be climbed up. It was a few feet taller than me and I wanted to show off by dancing. I slipped and I remember in midfall thinking "I'm spinning faster than I ever had before. And I haven't hit the ground yet. This might suck"

Spoilers. It did.

In High School, we all packed into a friends Range Rover and tried to get the hell out of school. It was those last few weeks before the summer break where nothing happened and you were just looking forward to sleeping in all day. We decided to play frisbee at a far away park but one car, hence while eight people tried to fit in one range rover. I was in the trunk, my head scraping against the top interior, when suddenly I heard a crash and felt my body push up. My neck figured it was a good time to give way which caused my head to tilt to the side. I remember feeling a lot of strain and pull in my neck. I immediately threw my hands up and pushed myself back down.

My neck was sore for two weeks after that. I felt like I bruised my coccyx on the way back down, and it sucked to be my wrist for five days after.

And yes, we still played frisbee.

 

[cojo965]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

God damn motherfuckers, what, were they colorblind? How do you out two guys on your own fucking team AND draw blood on one of them? Okay rage done, what do you run and where was this?

The scenario was set up so that teams were ambiguous. It was designed to instill a sense of fear when you encountered another player. The only reason I had that squad of 8 was because we stuck together from the start, and two of the others had radios as well, so we stayed in contact and knew who hadn't been killed yet.

It was a blast, and there were no hard feelings between me and the guy who shot me. It's all part of the game. I am, however, still upset that I left six guys in the treeline. I should have had us form a line and sweep through the field. We could have shot those two and then revived them later (per scenario rules), and had them join us once we figured out which side they belonged to.

This was at a place called Frog Holler paintball. I run a Marui G36C, but I am moving to a Magpull PTS SV this spring. I figured I needed something more 'Merican and I had some extra money from my tax refund.

But yeah, airsoft never stop producing those, "Oh sh.." moments. I am particularly fond of the grenade one as well, hearing the bang and not knowing who the hell threw it. Priceless!

Where my moments happened was the Battalion Airsoft Arena in Jacksonville FL and I run one of these babies:

 

[tsb247]

Ah, airsoft a game that is filled with these. Now the question is which one? Those few seconds before entering the arena for the first time ever, or the mad dash at the start? Or perhaps that moment when you enter close quarters only to find out a bit late that your pistol isn't working? Maybe that moment when you so narrowly dodge an incoming hail of BBs that they are in your fucking mask visor? How about that time you are hiding behind cover and a sudden POW! telegraphs that someone has grenades and you don't know if they are on your team? Or how about your first day playing airsoft only to find out that the opposing team has one of these monsters (M429 AEG here).

I had a couple of those on the airsoft field last fall. It was that moment when I attempted to signal my remaining team members only to hear static on my radio (teams of roughly 60 or so). I was leading about 8 guys through the woods until we came to a field with a Jeep in it. We had the only surviving medic since the other one went off and got himself shot. I made the mistake of keeping my squad in the treeline to safeguard the medic while I took one guy out into the field to scout the Jeep. We got to within 20 feet of the Jeep when two people popped out of the waist-high grass and opened fire. I had that, "Oh shit!" moment before hurling myself backward to dodge their fire. They got the guy next to me, but since the grass was so tall, the BBs were being stopped before they could get to me.

I was laying on my back watching BBs fly over my nose. Eventually, one of them tagged me in my nose and drew a significant amount of blood. I was done for the day at that point.

And you know what the worst part was? They were on our team, had no radio, and were laying there for the whole scenario.

Gotta love airsoft. There's nothing like it!

God damn motherfuckers, what, were they colorblind? How do you out two guys on your own fucking team AND draw blood on one of them? Okay rage done, what do you run and where was this?

The scenario was set up so that teams were ambiguous. It was designed to instill a sense of fear when you encountered another player. The only reason I had that squad of 8 was because we stuck together from the start, and two of the others had radios as well, so we stayed in contact and knew who hadn't been killed yet.

It was a blast, and there were no hard feelings between me and the guy who shot me. It's all part of the game. I am, however, still upset that I left six guys in the treeline. I should have had us form a line and sweep through the field. We could have shot those two and then revived them later (per scenario rules), and had them join us once we figured out which side they belonged to.

This was at a place called Frog Holler paintball. I run a Marui G36C, but I am moving to a Magpull PTS SV this spring. I figured I needed something more 'Merican and I had some extra money from my tax refund.

But yeah, airsoft never stop producing those, "Oh sh.." moments. I am particularly fond of the grenade one as well, hearing the bang and not knowing who the hell threw it. Priceless!

Where my moments happened was the Battalion Airsoft Arena in Jacksonville FL and I run one of these babies:

I've faced a few WE GBBRs in the field. I also have a WE SCAR. It's a project, for sure.

EDIT: I have found that most WE GBBRs tend to have some problems somewhere, and they are usually in need of fixing. In the case of the SCAR, it's in need of a complete overhaul right out of the box. And that brings me to another, "Oh shit," airsoft moment...

There was that time when I went to fire my SCAR at several advancing enemies and all I got was a *click*.

My mag had leaked all of the gas out, and it left me in a nasty position. Needless to say, I had some marks on me for the next week or so from three people opening up on me at a moderate range.