Miss Mango

Thankfully I havent personally witnessed much.

I saw a pizza delivery guy getting a vicious beating from some (high school or college-aged) kids once. He wasnt very far away from the pizza place, which is on a brightly lit main street that has a lot of car and pedestrian traffic. If I hadnt been in the passenger seat of the car, I probably wouldnt have noticed. Though there were a lot of people around, I phoned the police just in case.

LoganSnake

I was looking out the window one day and I saw a truck drive onto the sidewalk killing four adults and one child. I was about 9 years old. My friends and I went out to the scene of the accident to look at the blood stain that was left by one woman as she flew over the bridge railing and onto the stairs that led underneath.

Not actually violent, but the only time I actually saw somebody get killed. Burned in my memory forever.

The woman screamed.

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ratbastid

As far as I can remember, I've never seen anyone die.

Last year, there was this:
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This was actually the second and more violent confrontation of the night. The opposing team's first baseman had been hit by a wild pitch the night before, breaking his eye socket. When they hit our first baseman the first time, a lot of chest puffing and shouting happened. When they hit him the second time.... this happened.

I was in the line at one of the concession stands when it broke out, but I happened to be looking back down on the field just AFTER the batter got beaned and just BEFORE the benches cleared. It took several minutes to get the field quieted down. At the end of it, both the visiting teams' offending pitchers had been ejected, and the umpire had caught a fist across the jaw and was calling the game. It took them 45 minutes and a phone call to the league commissioner to get play restarted. It was important for the franchise because that night broke a league record for cumulative season attendance, and if the game was called, it wouldn't have counted. They ended up with cops on the field, and players coming up from the locker rooms to go to bat.

Ustwo

Well it seems the crowd enjoyed it at least ratbastid....

Back in college we used to have black gang members coming to the school, and in groups of 5 or so armed with pipes or whatever, jumping out of cars, beating up a lone guy and running off.

I got very little press at the time, well because it would be racist, but of course word got around.

I'd forgotten about it after a couple of months had past and then I saw a friend of a housemate get jumped out in front of the house I was living in. Guy was a bloody mess by the time anyone got out there and they had jumped back in the car and fled.

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ratbastid

Oh sure. I mean, this is single-A ball! This was the most excitement the park had ever seen!

dlish

i went to a pretty rough school so ive seen every type of weapon pulled out in fights. everything from guns, knives, rubbish bins, cars, nunchuckas, sticks, fists, football boots.. u name it. all in the name if ethnic gangs.

which one was the most violent? its a tough one to choose really... any one of then could have led to death.

i chose to stick to sport, swimming and running mainly to stay away from that shit. i think i chose well. most of those guys are in jail right now.

how do u pick the most violent? is it the amount of blood spilt? or is it the circumstance?

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Manic_Skafe

I usually try to steer clear of dangerous and violent situations and while I've seen a few fist fights and was even attacked by a group of older kids when I was younger - all of those experiences are rather pale in comparison to the time in which I watched a few kids stone a rat to death.

I was 13 or so and on my way to school when I noticed a group of kids up ahead getting an odd sense of enjoyment from throwing stones on the ground. As I got closer I realized that they had a rather large rat stunned, confused and obviously scared as they pelted it with stones.

I was frozen to the core. I watched it go from being stunned, to desperately trying to crawl away, to seizing and convulsing in shock, and finally dying.

Most violent thing I've ever seen.

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LoganSnake

Manic_Skafe refreshed my memory.

Kindergarten. It was the last year before I started first grade, so I must have been 6 years old. Our class was on our daily park picnic/walk thing. I noticed a group of my friends down the grass field circling around something. When I came closer, I saw that they were surrounding a gutted a cat and were poking at its organs with sticks. When I asked what was going on, one of them told me that hey saw the cat expel blood (don't exactly remember from which end) and die. So, they decided to see what's inside. Back then I wasn't phobic of carcasses, so...I joined in. Kids, huh? I still don't know if they were the ones who killed the cat or if they just found it like that.

I've always thought of this moment as a starting point of my phobia.

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Dtamr

Mine is pretty tame. Mostly fights in high school. The worst I can remember was a bit karmic, in my opinion. This guy pushed past me on his way to wherever, and knocked me down. No big deal, got up, kept walking same way he was walking. Then I saw him to it to another guy, who got up, dropped his backpack and pounced on the guy in the middle of the quad. Immediatly a group of kids clustered around them and the one that got pushed had the pusher on the ground and was two-fisting his face.

The teachers finally came and pulled them apart. The pusher got away with a broken nose, severe scratches, two black eyes, and I think a few broken digits as well. I've been beaten up before, as well, I just dont remember the beatings in question. However, that's the worst I've ever seen in person. The worst part of it was the bloodlust in the crowd as they fought. It was creepy, and before I knew it, I was cheering with the mob and laughing as the asshole that pushed me got the shit kicked out of him.

Never saw either of them after that.

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PlanG

I've been beaten up on a large field at night. Was walking with a group of friends to one of their houses for a party, and a local chav gang, who were waiting for a non-showing rival gang turn up, decided to try their luck with us instead.

Given that I was one of the larger ones (5' 11 at about 16 yrs - not massive, but I'm not skinny either, compared to the rest of my friends), I was isolated from my friends as we walked past.

Was chased by a drunk midget (short man syndrome) who called to his friends to come over to me, as I was trying to walk away.

I turned to faced him and laughed, then got hit in the back of the head. Turned around, and was hit by the midget. By this time I was surrounded by about 10 guys.

I was never hit in the face, they only hit me from behind, and when I turned, it was time for another, until I fell to the floor, dazed, and was kicked by the midget in the ribs (the others had lost interest, and were telling him to stop.)

Then a girl in our group came to him and started to beat the hell into him, saying "You going to hit a fucking girl then?". She stopped, and they ran away as the police came.. I'd been trying to get to the local village police, since they were just through an alley onto the main road from the field, although I didn't make it. Another of my friends had called the police though, so they came.

Couple of other guys got black eyes. No arrests or anything though, since the police are largely ineffective at this kind of thing. I was told they thought they knew who they were, but I'd need to testify in court to get anything to happen, and it wouldn't be long sentence, so I didn't bother - opted to keep it out of my parent's worry.

Could have been worse, although I was packing myself properly throughout the duration.

Lasereth

I'm sure I've seen worse but all I can think of right now is seeing a guy in high school shop class cut off 8 fingers on the drill press. He was drilling into an Xacto-Knife® and the bit got hold of the blade and turned it into a twirling slicer. He tried to catch it by reflex and in 1 second 8 of his fingers were hanging on by thin pieces of flesh. He ran to the teacher and I saw his fingers dangling by skin, blood pouring all over the floor. He was fine, they managed to get all 8 fingers sewed back properly but it was still pretty graphic.

PlanG

That is pretty horrendous. Impressive what can be done with surgery though!

I'm always quite wary when using the lathe and mills in the workshop.. stuff like that is why, although I'm not sure my reflex would be to grab onto it. I guess it depends, and it might be if it actually happened to me.

echo5delta

Fuckin' 'ell, that makse me even more glad that I didn't ever take shop in Jr. High or High School. I was a bit of a klutz back then.

Man, I'm getting phnantom pains along my knuckles just thinking about that shit. Gar.

Oh yeah, topic:
Not sure if this really counts as an 'act', but I did see a motorcycle slam into a pickup truck that was making a left turn, facing west on a slight incline at sunset. No fault, really, but I did see the guy flying through the air just after impact. I was riding in mom's truck at the time, and both of us hopped out right away - her to render aid (she's a nurse), me to go call 911. When I got there, she was talking to the guy trying to calm him and keep him from trying to get up. Two broken legs, skull fracture (no helmet) and a fair amount of blood.

As a teenager, that was pretty putoffish, but I didn't freak out or puke or anything. More like stunned into inaction once I actually saw him up close.

I've only been in one or two fights in my life (which came out in my favor, thankfully), but it was all over so quickly I really can't say they were violent. I've seen plenty of them break out, including one last month at 3am in a Waffle house - which was funny as hell, actually, despite all the blood.

And during my first tour in Iraq, while I was in a guard tower, there was some incoming mortar fire. The other Marine in the tower and I ducked down with the quickness, and then after the esplosion called it in and started observing the impact area. The round fell short - about 50-75 meters outside our perimeter - and pretty much wasted this random Iraqi guy on a bicycle. We could see his body out there, still mostly in one piece.

By the time we rolled out there with the QRF ten minutes later, someone had dragged the guy into their car and took off, but there was still a pretty big blood spot on the asphalt. Not sure if he lived or died, but I know he was fucked up pretty bad, and given that he was the only guy on that road at the time - plus the efficiency of the body-snatchers - I'm still pretty sure he was a bad guy.

Sucked for him!

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Punk.of.Ages

I've seen and been involved in quite a few violent acts in my life, but the worst, by far, was seeing someone curb stomped.

I was 15 and hanging out with one of my buddies. We were in his car going to pick up some good old drugs, and there was a random skinhead walking down the street. Apparently, my buddy knew the guy. He stopped the car, jumped out, and chased dude down. They started fighting, and at this point I was out of the car ready to back my buddy up if needed. My buddy easily won the fight though. A couple punches to the face and the skinhead was on the ground, and not getting up. That's when my buddy proceeded to place his face on the curb. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

Violence takes on a new meaning after you see that. I'm not too sure what the fate of that kid was and I haven't seen that buddy since.

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Slims

Edit: Nevermind

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lotsofmagnets

if you´re in the neighbourhood can you give me a head´s up so i can take a vacation somewhere VERY far away?

i don´t think i´ve actually witnessed anything bad at all. only been in a few minor scuffles and each time i´ve come out on top and seen a few animals hit by cars but no splatter or anything, just knocked the life out of them. hopefully i can keep it this way.

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