This male ShrinkingViolet has a huge crush on a classmate/fellow anime enthusiast/fellow hyperactive random person, and she knows it. She has a boyfriend, so he couldn't exactly ask her out on a date. The first time he saw her on facebook over summer vacation, he chatted with her, and asked her to hang out. She said yes, and he basically spasmed from sheer joy. Seeing as he's never hung out with anyone in the two years he's lived in this town, it's pretty awesome for him.

This troper's most recent incredibly awesome moment was realising that I could look at my ex best friend without a certain sensation of pain and desire.

As usual, this troper had a lightbulb die on her while her flatmate was away. It was above the bathroom sink, so I removed my shoes, leaving them at the door to the bathroom, hopped up on the toilet and crawled over to the fixture and removed/changed it. After I stepped down with the burnt-out bulb, it slipped from my fingers to smash on the floor. I stood looking down at the broken glass spread out over the floor (with a fragment in one of my shoes), and then performed a pseudo-ballet routine across the floor, pirouetting en pointe until I reached my shoes. I put the right one on, and balanced on that foot until I removed the glass from the other shoe. Not quite BlackSwan, but awesome all the same!

This troper spent THE WHOLE of school being bullied IN BOTH WAYS from kindergarten to year thirteen, all day every day. after 14 years of this on my last day in year 13, 12th grade for Americans, the last year of school, on the last day, I was about to leave when one of the bullies ripped up the picture of a companion cube I keep inside my locker blu-tacked on the door, that was the LAST STRAW, the entire gang of bullies was there, all 5 of them. I was so angry I did a flying somersault kick and punch AT THE SAME TIME into one of their heads, then I unleashed a cranial upper cut and triple nut kick to the next one, then I grabbed one and shut my locker door on his head repeatedly, then I jumped off a table to a height that I have never jumped before onto the penultimate one's head, then I unleashed the last of my fury on the last guy (the one who euthanised my faithful companion cube more quickly that any other bully on record) and beat him senseless. they were reduced to crying heaps, damn that felt good.

That's not only a Moment of Awesome, but a "Crowning Moment of Revenge", if you ask me. You. Are. AMAZING.

"Can I like, carry your books? Forever?

One day, This Troper and her friends were at a sports rally. I was having a bad morning, and the fact that I was sitting near the school's well-known {{Bitch in Sheeps Clothing}} just made the whole thing worse. Well, the cheerleaders start throwing beads into the crowd. Even though I knew I wasn't going to get a string of beads, I half-heartedly put my hand up in a feeble attempt to catch a string of beads. I then managed to barely catch a string of beads with my pinky. It made my day better and I was in awe about it for the rest of the day.

This troper had one that I thought was awesome (giving the circumstances) the other day in gym class. This one kid was standing next to me and he textbooked me (read knocked my books out of my hands) and my P.O.S. folder fell a part and all my stuff fell on the floor. Here's where the awesome part comes in, I was about to pick my stuff up but then most of the kids in the room (including a few of the kids that didn't like me that much) came over and made the kid pick up my stuff! May not sound like much but it was awesome for me!

In the current events club at my school, I sent in the article to be discussed that week, then proceeded to absolutely destroy it in analysis and argument, leaving the rest of the room scared to speak. Best part? My crush was in the room.

This Troper was bullied at school for the entire 3rd and 4th grades. Of course, no one that was supposed to help did anything. At the last day of class at 4th grade, I was ambushed by the bullies. One bully had me in a Full Nelson and the other two were coming to give me the last beating of the year. My response? Wait for the two guys to get close enough, headbutt the bully who was holding me right in the nose,''hard'', breaking free of the Full Nelson and knock out the other two guys who where caught offguard with one punch each.So in response to the "don't hit them. talk to them. try to befriend them." stuff that was dished out every time I tried to tell any adult about the bullies? I can only say that words just won't do it to certain people.

This Troper's Grandmother was very good friends with a nun who was a patient advocate at a hospital. This nun had a LOT of influence. When Troper's Grandmother was in the hospital dying, she was supposed to get a drug for congestion. An hour later, and she hadn't got it. When the nun found out, she called the staff who should have been getting the drugs into the room and verbally curb-stomped them. It was epic.

This Troper, while on the Quick Recall (think quiz bowl) team in middle school, was watching a game when the moderator asked a question along the lines of what disease causes abnormal blood cells that don't carry enough oxygen. A kid on the opposing team buzzes in and confidently responds "Sickle-cell Anemia!" only to be wrong. Then a girl on my team buzzes in and meekly says "Anemia." She was right. That tied up the game.

This troper has a quiz bowl story of his own to share. The moderator asked a question under the Mathematics category, and began "1000 plus 20 plus...". This troper immediately buzzed in and said 4100 before he had gotten halfway through the question. The moderator just stared at our team for two straight minutes, and then slowly said "...that is correct". Epic high fives all around, and people are still telling this story 4 years later.

This troper's Moment of Awesome happened in 6th grade. This troper is shy and quiet (even more so back then), so she has rarely given an enemy a mouthing-off even when they deserved it. She was assigned to a school project with a Nice Girl and a Mean Girl. We were making a brochure about the Mayans. Each group member had to do 2 sections of the brochure. Mean Girl hadn't completed her sections, so she took the brochure home the day before it was due. Before school the morning it's due, Mean Girl hands this troper the brochure and this troper discovered this troper's picture of Mayan nobles (under the Society section) was removed by Mean Girl and labeled as Mean Girl's picture (under the Government section, what was even more wall-banging was all the rest of Mean Girl's pictures were in black and white and this troper's pic was in color). This troper put the picture back in its proper place and went up to Mean Girl in front of all of her friends and told her off.

In my 8th grade year I moved to Dubai for roughly six months and I was frequently exposed to the profanities of my fellow students hurled at everyone (all in Arabic, Lebanese, and Iranian I might add) I only consciously picked up two.\\ However in my senior year at high school, this freshman was mouthing off and something in me just snapped. I proceeded to go on a 6 minute rant at him composed almost entirely of Arabic, Iranian, and Lebanese profanities I had (and still have) no memory of ever consciously picking up. I must say, it was very therapeutic.

That's probably the coolest thing I've ever heard of anyone doing. Now if only I could manage the same with German, Italian, Russian, and Icelandic...

Write them down?

Last year I went out with a sophomore girl for junior prom. Now the thing about my school is that dating or even being good friends with someone in a lower grade than you is looked down upon, so it's no surprise when the resident ass of Junior year and my personal demon comes up to us and and starts insulting both of us. My date was already a shrinking violet, and I knew hearing all that would make her feel terrible so I responded as follows. "Tell me, are you here with anyone (he wasn't)? Exactly, so first of all apologize to (Troper's date) and get your scared, skinny, lonely ass out of my bloody sight." Felt like a badass for the rest of the night.

This is something my grandfather witnessed during WWII in the Navy. During an bombing run by the Japanese, a torpedo actually landed on the deck of his ship. It didn't explode, just hopped skipped and bounced before hitting a plane on the deck. So, two sailors walk up to this possibly deadly device, and just roll it off the side of the ship. Then they just walked away like nothing happened. Needless to say my grandfather thought it was awesome.

I consider making this Spider-man fan trailer a personal Moment of Awesome,

There are two in this case. When I was in 6th/7th grade at a Catholic High school down in North Carolina I was picked on constantly by bullies because I was (and still am) leftist, Liberal, Bisexual, and Agnostic (my parents wanted me to go and I didn’t want to disappoint them). Now I’m not a “raging” Agnostic, I kept most views to myself and only shred them when I was asked to. And no one knew I was Bi. However one day when I was finished doing a speech on Homosexual rights, a group of bullies being led by the local skin-head, decided to make me their next target. So after days of homophobic remarks, verbal abuse, physical violence and the like, I decided to fight back. Now I’m a very pacifistic person. I usually try any means besides violence to get out of a situation, but on that day, I grabbed Brandon (the leader) by the throat and tore off his swastika-necklace and punched him in the face. Luckily for some reason they didn’t retaliate then. The next day on the bus I saw the gang of bullies approaching me, ready to get revenge. Right before that though (and here’s where the second moment happens) the bus driver, Russ, intervened. Now Russ and me never saw eye to eye.]] He was a 68 year old Vietnam net, conservative born-again Christian, basically in every way my opposite. But when the skin-heads were about to pummel me he stood up, turned around, and told them (and I quote): “…..Hey! Assholes! Yeah you! If you don’t sit the fuck down and leave him the fuck alone right now, I swear to God, I will come over there kick your ass so fucking hard that you’ll have to sit on your motherfucking head for the next six weeks, because of the pain!!!” They never bothered me again. And when I was getting off Russ told me, that if anyone bothers me again, to tell him and he’ll “take care of it.”

Also doubles as a [=CMoA=] for ''you.'' ;-)

This troper has apparently made two people enjoy life. The first one was an acquaintence of mine that I didn't know very well (I was good friends with his sister). He was one of those people who really don't see their life as good. But one day, he was expressing his general depression to me because I was in the room (at school), so I told him my philosophy on life. He was a happier person by the end of the hour, and the teacher commented on how awesome that was, at which point he said that it was my unprepared blather. He is still a much happier person. The second person is slightly more strange of a relationship. We started talking a few months ago, and then she told me recently that I made her much happier and that I was the only person in her life that she trusted. We do not know each others' names.

This troper feels that she had a kind of book-geek [=CMoA=] in the library earlier this year. She found a book in her school library knowing 1) the color of the cover 2) the title looks the same upside down and right side up and 3) the author's name was in the A-C range.

This book wouldn't happen to be ''Abarat'', would it? If it is, I'd like to nominate this as one of my Mild Moments of Awesome.

This troper applauds you, because that is so not easy. I used to work in a book store, and have on occasion found "That book with the black cover about fairies", and "The one about that football team."

This troper was sitting with several of his various friends, acquaintances, and enemies during lunch at our predominately Jewish school. Someone was talking about their upcoming Barmitzvah. We ended up getting on to a discussion of religion and one of my friends asked me what my religion was. I told him I was Atheist. He looked at me for a second and said, "Wow, , I knew you were cynical, but I never thought you'd go that far..." I asked him what he meant. He then launched into the most intolerant, insensitive lecture about how atheists were demons, I was evil, I was doomed to hellfire, I didn't have a soul, how I knew god existed but didn't what to admit it or I'd be punished for my sins, etc. I picked up my lunch and moved to an empty table across the cafeteria. The real moment of awesome? Everyone sitting at that table (friends, enemies and all) picked up their stuff and followed me, leaving the jerk behind. And I was the only atheist there.

Wow. That guy really failed.

This troper saw a good one on the bus; the middle school shares a bus with the one that takes my route, so I was watching this (probably) eighth-grader talking to a younger kid, who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. As the ride continued, the eighth-grader starts talking loud enough to be overheard, and is basically needling the younger boy to get him to get mad and start trouble, and begins poking him in the arm and calling him unflattering sexually-based epithets. Right as I was debating whether or not I should get involved, one of the girls from the elementary school came up and sat next to the boy being picked on and said, "Don't worry-- boys only do that when they have a crush on you." The bully looked at her and said, "That's for ''girls'', dumbass." And she looked him square in the eye and said, "Yeah, for most guys. For you, I'm not so sure." That was so awesome I had to move up and bump knuckles with her. And the bully didn't bother anyone else for the rest of the ride.

This troper had a particularly awesome Phoenix Wright-ish moment in real life. On the message board for 'Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth' on GameFAQS, this troper posted a mock-trial comment in a joke topic on how another user was "guilty for a misspelling". This troper got a response at that, from a person who was playing the aforementioned user's Defense Attorney. It suddenly '''turned into an epic roleplay with both of us exchanging evidence and trying to win the case.''' But it wasn't the first one. There's a second case underway too! Here are the links to the topic, so you can witness it first-hand.

'''Case 1:''' The defendant mnkboy907 is taken to court, and it seems like the trial is in the bag. But it seems like the defense attorney, Voltgloss, is going to be hard to beat! Scroll down and look at the longer posts by the users 'rashrules' and 'Voltgloss'. You might have to go to the next pages if you're a guest.

'''Case 2:''' This time, Dypo is taken to court for the same crime as mnkboy907. But it turns out that he's going to be his own attorney in the trial! Little do the onlookers realize that a shocking twist is in store for them! The posts with the roleplay should be apparent, it only starts a few posts in.

Not exactly MY Moment of Awesome, but still a story worth telling: Anyone from my old speed-code team would recall a certain image that This Troper sent to the team as TheAce c7dba came in to finish up. Here is the relevant link. After some lulz were had (these were the guys who got me into ''Gundam'' in the first place), c7 decided to take off the kid gloves and go from the standard one hundred keystrokes per minute (this guy is GOOD) to three hundred for the remaining few seconds. The rest of us finished the script not long after c7 left to get an ice pack and "painkiller".*

My grandfather definitely counts. He piloted a landing boat during Operation Overlord, on Omaha beach. The radio operator for the group he was landing was shot and killed. He takes up the radio and follows the marines through the landing. As a sailor. He was a badass.

This troper and his friend have, in WorldOfWarcraft, taken to 2-manning the 5-man dungeons for an extra challenge. We had a Paladin/Hunter duo which managed to clean house in the Scarlet Monastery, and we recently started a new team that have just finished Shadowfang Keep. At level 20 each, we managed to make it all the way to the end without difficulty, but hit a brick wall with Arugal himself; no matter what we tried to do, his stuns and the wolf transformation just kept tearing us apart. We finally managed to beat him by staying alive for so long we ''ran him out of mana'', then took him down in hand-to-hand combat.

This Troper and his buddy do similar things - took a Paladin/Warlock through SFK at 22 (Killed Arugal using LOS to interrupt his Voidbolt casts), Druid/Mage to clear Hellfire Ramparts and Blood Furnace @ Lv63 (Frost has way too many root effects). It's arguably more fun than just cruising through the place in a full 5-man group, though it does take longer.

This troper had one. My brother, who was in 1st grade (I was in preschool) had to read a children's book to our parents as homework one night. I sat between him and my mother, correcting him when he mispronounced something and helping him with words he stumbled over. It was the first time anyone realized I could read, since I hadn't been taught.

This troper had a similar one. According to legend, no one knew that I could read until I brought a Dr. Seuss book to my mother and read it aloud to her. ''Flawlessly.'' Now, she normally read these books aloud to me, and we had videotapes that were pretty much read-alongs for the books, but the one I picked was one we did not have a video for. And because we did not have a video for it, it was rarely read to me. No one, myself included, has any idea how I did that.

Well, this troper just had a speech just today in his class. It was an interview, and since the teacher didn't like me all that much, she made me do it even though I had no idea who the hell the kid was, since I had been gone for the last week with the flu. So, I stand up there, the kid sits down next to me, and I realize I have no speech, no notecards, absolutely no information about this kid except his name, and I had to talk for five minutes. I stood up there, and basically just said "Fuck it." I then began to tell a riveting story about how this kid had been hunting polar bears in Siberia (carefully noting that I wasn't sure they even were in Siberia mid-speech) and then went on to hunt progressingly larger polar bears until he stole a rocket from NASA and began ramming SPACE polar bears with said rocket. My speech ended up being seven minutes long, and I got an A due to my class laughing their asses off so hard, and convincing the teacher I did the best I could have, considering the circumstances. It was pretty epic.

I went one to 29 in a classroom debate on nurture verses nature. I choose nature. Nurture is easier. Cue 30 minuets of anyone from the opposition trying to come up with an argument. Add insult to injury, right before the debate ended, I told them like math that debate is a WEAK subject of mine. Cue displays of shock and jaw droppings

This story needs some set-up, so please bear with me. This troper is known in her high school as the smart stoic chick who, at worst, will unleash her DeadpanSnarker side on you. She also happens to be in a class of sociopathic gits. Now I (first person from now on) was in social studies and the class was debating on whether Roma Gypsies should be able to take refuge in the UK. Each side had good points untill one racist jackass decided that Gypsies are sub-human. So, they stood up in front of the class listing why gypsies have ruined Britain and how they deserved to die. Something inside me snapped and I stood up, calmly walked to the front of the class and unleashed a calm fury on the racist jackass. My rant lasted twenty minutes and the teacher didn't intervine, he just smiled as I was the only one to defend gypsies. The racist didn't reply as it is the ''only'' time I have ever shown massive amounts of anger in public. The best part? I'm a white thirteen year old. I don't think I've ever been so Goddamned proud of myself.

*hands you a medal and organizes a parade float in your honor* THAT, my friend, is one of the best stories I have read on this page.

Last year, my school did a stage version of ThePrincessBride, and I was cast as Miracle Max. I was told by pretty much everyone, from rehearsals to the final show, that I was the show stealer. - Amitai

While playing ''GrandTheftAutoIV'', this troper got stuck on a mission called "The Snowstorm", having trouble escaping the cops and getting off the small island. While trying to find the on-ramp to the bridge, I ended up surrounded by police cars on a cliff by the side of the road, in a car that was on fire. I then exited the car and jumped over the cliff into the water, just barely escaping the car exploding. Getting shot by water police twenty seconds later did nothing to dampen the Awesome.

This troper's high school concert band his junior year did 1812 Overture. Not some pansy abridged version. The whole monster of a song (arranged for to account for saxes and no strings). The drummers were trying to see who could break a drum head first on the bass drums we were using as cannons. The winds felt like their lungs were going to explode. And we nailed it. It was the only time ever there was a standing ovation after any song minus the final one of the night for any concert band performance I did.

This troper was playing Turbine (Capture the flag) in {{Team Fortress 2}}. While I was listening to my team form a plan to rush the enemy base and get the Intel, I snuck in through the vents as a heavy. I dropped down into the intel room and no one was there. Cue grabbing the intel and running like hell. On my way out, my team was rushing in for the charge. They see this heavy with the intel, start laughing, then let me cap it while being covering me from all sides.

This Troper's uncle had his in Vietnam when he earned the Navy Cross. For those who aren't aware, that is precisely one step below the Medal of Honor when earned by a Marine. He described the event as starting when he and two of his buddies hitched a ride with an Army transport. This transport is meant to hold a total of fifteen people including the driver, but with he and his buddies sitting on the back bumper, it held eighteen. The truck ran over a mine of some sort, blowing it to kingdom come and sending Uncle Bob flying through the air. He woke up a day later, face and body sticky with blood--apparently, he had been concussed so badly, he began bleeding through every orifice. I'm putting emphasis so you realize exactly how horrifying this must have been: He was bleeding out of /every orifice/. Yes, even those ones "down there". After getting to his feet, he began to stumble down the trail they were taking, when he noticed a trail of dried blood and the sound of moaning; he found one of his buddies, who'd lost one of his arms. He cauterized the wound by draining gunpowder from several rifle bullets, rubbing it into the stump and lighting it. He supported the man as they continued, finding another bloody trail and what looked like marks from a makeshift crutch--the third guy had lost his leg. Again, the wound was cauterized, and the three of them continued. Uncle Bob brought the other two men back, even though they were crippled, and succeeded in saving all their lives. Uncle Bob is a Determinator. Uncle Bob took more than a bullet for his friends. And Uncle Bob is, by no means, a man to be fucked with.

While playing TalesOfSymphonia My sister and I were fighting the final Sword Dancer hile we were slightly underleveled and understocked. we were able to get him low in health with raine and zelos healing and my sister (lloyd) tanking while I (Genis) indignation spammed. The main problem were spells that kept killing Zelos and Raine until we ran out of life bottles. After Raine died for the final time I entered overlimit, unaware due to this being our first playthrough that I had a LimitBreak. My sister noticed something odd and the conversation went like this: #QUOTE#'''Sister''': Is your circle supposed to be white? I thought thunder spells were purple? #QUOTE#'''Me''': *just noticing the change* Thats weird, I dont have any light spe- *Genis interrupts us* #QUOTE#'''Genis''': I'll Show You Your Powerlessness... Indignation Judgment!!! *sword dancer dies*

This troper had a Moment of Awesome playing Tales of the Abyss with my older brother. We were getting bent over a barrel by Hard Mode Largo and Sync. We took down Sync, but Largo gave us a run for our money, killing us to the point where we had no more Life Bottles. It was only my brother (Tear), myself (Jade) a half-dead Luke, and an all-dead Guy. It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I made a bee-line straight for the mother fucker, used Jade's Thunder Lance, and as Largo wound up for a kill hit on me, I yelled "I REGRET NOTHIIIIING!!!" Only to find out that the move I used to only chip away whatever health he had actually ended up killing him. I was too shocked, confused and amazed to realize that we won, and that I leveled up 3 times from that battle.

this troper's mom recently told him about a crowning moment of awesome she had during one of her days in league bowling, when one of the members of the other team made a kinda sexist remark: #QUOTE#(asshole): "What is the ugliest part of a man?" you]] ::The members of the other team were like not cool when that happened, so mom went away, bought drinks and came back at the asshole with this response: #QUOTE#(mom): "Do you know why men like big tits & tight pussies?" "Cause they have big mouths and small dicks" ::The other members of the asshole's team laughed thier asses off. Personally I think mom's retort is only slightly less sexist, but it was awesome and hilarious at the moment:

This troper used to be the best in his circle of friends at Guitar Hero, until he left for Army basic training. Now it is his friend. His friend who, every single time he plays Reptilia on Rock Band, walks around the house, chatting to whoever hasn't seen the trick yet, and all around not looking at the screen even once. Needless to say, he's yet to be beat by anybody in town.

This happened in a M+M campaign, while our usual GM was away, and one of the players was in charge. The Freedom League had turned evil, and were planning to destroy the heroes, as well as the city. Being recently possessed by an Evil God, and retaining the power-up to my Darkness power this troper knew I could handle it myself. The following events went something like this: #QUOTE# Me: What is Freedom Hall made out of? #QUOTE# GM: Uhh... It's MadeOfIndestructium. Toughness is 40. #QUOTE# Me: (talking to teammate) Ignis, get out of here. #QUOTE# Ignis: Okay. What are you doing? #QUOTE# Me: I walk out of Freedom Hall, disintegrating it behind me. It takes 4 rounds. #QUOTE# GM: Let me see your sheet. (looks it over, starts laughing and shaking his head) Alright, Freedom Hall is now a pile of sand. :::That's right, Troper pulled a TotalPartyKill on the GM-controlled NPCs Many lulz and high fives were given.:

This troperette and her friend Kaycee (ADHD girl) have an odd habit of carrying around toy guns and knives, and pointy umbrellas. Now, one rainy day, this guy walks up to us and says "Gimme your money and everything else you got on you or I will shoot your brains out" in Tagalog. I have the tendency to speak big words when mad, so: #QUOTE# Me: I do not believe you will. My friend and I shall now continue our journey to our residence. ::Dude won't believe me. He whips out his knife and snarls, "Don't joke" in Tagalog again. Keep in mind, Kay and I carry around toy guns and knives and pointy umbrellas. Guess what we both did? Yep. Kaycee whipped out a toy knife and gun while I just started poking him with my umbrella. We kept it up till we turned him in at the police station, where Kay said this priceless line: #QUOTE# Kaycee: Thanks for playing! We were wondering what to do with these toys. Ooo, is that a cell? ::The guy is now in jail and crying over the fact that he got tricked by a girl wielding toys and poked all over by a girl with a pointy umbrella:

Aren't you the person who mentioned making a teacher laugh really hard with a organised crime comment before he put you on detention on the RunningGag page? Either way, I'm nominating you and your friend for a Made Of Win.

I posted my life story on the Tearjerkers page, and someone responded that I deserved a Moment of Awesome. I'm not really sure if I do, but here goes: I have been bullied most of my life for being different then the other kids, I have been pressured by my mother to be the first one in my family to go to college, every girl I've ever asked out has wanted to be 'just friends', I was ignored by my grandmother the first few years of my life, I was mentally abused by a babysitter I had to go to everyday, I was raped twice, once by one of my mothers boyfriends, the other at church camp by a boy who said he'd be my friend if I let him do it, I'm schizophrenic with two '''very''' loud voices in my head, one good and one bad, I've been pretty much crapped on my whole life, I've contemplated suicide many time, but despite all that, '''I'M STILL HERE'''! And I think I'm going to be here for a very long time!

As a survivor of emotional abuse I have to say one thing. You deserve the MOA.

Thank you. *Tears up* Thank you very much!

This troper considers you a Crowning Person of Awesome.

As does this one. That is a truly amazing story.

You've got my vote for Crowning Troper of Awesome!

I'm a fairy quiet person, and I watch WAY too many movies about sports. So one day, I go t my own High School teams footballgame, and we're losing. Well, franly, I'm tired of seeing the score so low, d figuring I have nothing else to lose, I walk to the front of the crowd, and start to bet my feet on the gound. I began to sing "We Will Rock You" by Queen. The rest of the crowd started to join in. Like a good old hollywood cliche, we WON. I know it's not awesome compared to the AWESOME stories on this pagebut dammit, this one made me feel GOOD.

Using the power of rock to make your team win? AWESOME.

(Cross-posted from TroperTales/HeartwarmingMoments) Last year, a friend of mine went through a ''nasty'' breakup, and was understandably quite miserable when he came on IM that day. I did my best to cheer him up, and he went to bed feeling a bit better. It was only much later that I found out at the time our conversation had taken place, he had a loaded revolver in his lap. I'd talked him out of putting a bullet through his head.

This troper joined a college anime club on his first year. Looked easy... until the day of the initiation rites where, in order to be considered a full-fledged member, must re-enact a scene from any anime in mind. What this troper did? He danced the "Afro Gunso", complete with some pelvic spinning. Chiri chiri, jori jori baby!

This Troper's Moment of Awesome came a few months back. This Troper - who will now speak in first-person - is a senior in high school. I like to think of myself as a nice guy, quiet, don't say much. I decide to enter the school talent show, with my talent being "accents". The night of the show comes around, and as I'm sitting beside the stage with the rest of the performers, I hear the announcer declare, "Next up on stage is [Troper's name], the man of a thousand voices!". So I just out-of-the-blue decide to leap onto the stage, waving the "horned hands" gesture around and calling out to the audience. I do my bit - telling jokes I prepared and speaking in funny accents - and everybody in the audience is roaring with laughter. Perhaps as a result of watching too many stand-up comedians, I say something, thank the audience and bound off the stage proudly. During the interval, everyone's telling me that I did well (whether or not they were just being nice, I don't really know). The best part? I came into school the next day later than usual (I overslept), and the minute I walk into class, the whole room starts to cheer. One guy, in his usual over-the-top manner, even ran up and yelled, "I LOVE YOU, [Troper's name]!". From then on, a good deal of the younger students knew me as "the funny guy". A minor victory, but damn, I felt good that day.

I'm a fairy quiet person, and I atch WAY too many movies about sports. So one day, I go t my own High School teams footballgame, and we're losing. Well, franly, I'm tired of seeing the score so low, d figuring I have nothing else to lose, I walk to the front of the crowd, and start to bet my feet on the gound. I began to sing "We Will Rock You" by Queen. The rest of the crowd started to join in. Like a good old hollywood cliche, we WON. I know it's not awesome compared to the AWESOME stories on this pagebut dammit, this one made me feel GOOD.

This troper had one just today, though it's arguably not ''that'' awesome. We were running the mile today in PE, and though I'm normally lazy in this class, for some reason I really wanted to pass it on the first official run. On my last lap I was nearly delirious and hardly running at all because I was so tired (and not in the greatest shape for running), almost sure I was going to experience a true HeroicRROD. When I heard my gym teacher start counting down to the end of the time limit (11 minutes), I immediately ignored that and ran as fast as I possibly could while ''Never Gonna Give You Up'' and ''Row Row Fight The Power'' played in my head simultaneously. I finished just before my teacher stopped counting and passed the mile in ten minutes fifty-eight seconds. I treated myself to sitting in the stands and clapping sarcastically when my much less motivated acquaintances finished later.

This Troper just had on of these. In Daytona USA. Three Seven Speedway. On a 20 lap race. With the AUTOMATIC Hornet. For those who don't know, Auto Hornet means you have the same Top Speed (w/o drafting) that the 1st car, and you can't do the 4-1-4 drifting; you actually need to brake (thus making you go slower). Lap 20 starts. The AI car passed me on Turn 1, then I regained my 1st position by Turn 2. Cue slowdown, as they both approach Turn 3, '''side by fuckin' side''': I do a text-book brake drift on the inside lane, blocking the AI car with my trunk. I cross the finish lane in '''1st'''. Yep. I just won the race. With the Auto Hornet.

This troper witnessed a Moment of Awesome in the ninth grade from his friend (first person). My friend , who got picked on sometimes by some douche who thought he was PrettyFlyForAWhiteGuy, but never got in an actual fight with him. One day though in gym, he was complaining to me about the bully. The bully overheard us saying his name, swaggered over to us and said something like "You nerds talkin' about me?" my friend, very calmly got up and said "Yeah, yeah we were. You see I think that even though you act like a tough guy, you're a poser whose never hit anyone in his life. But if you want to prove me wrong then go right ahead, hit me." There was a pause "What?" the bully said. "I'm saying that if you want to prove that you're as tough as you say you are, then hit me, right now, hit me in the face.". You're crazy" the bully said. "What makes you say that?" my friend said. "Becuase you want me to punch me in the face.", the bully said. "What? No no no no, that WOULD be crazy. Who would want to get punched in the face? I said that because I don't think that you're gonna do it, I'm just offering the chance to prove me wrong.", my friend very coolly replied. The bully, not wanting to be made a fool of by a known nerd, made a feeble attempt at a punch to the nose. My friend immediately retaliated with two punches to the jaw, then a knee to the stomach, then tossed him down and pummeled the bully's face about 4-6 times. Then got up, spat on his shirt, then walked away, all before any teachers could break it up.

This troper successfully cheered up his friend and maybe even changed her whole worldview...by explaining things using the philosophical system of ''Main/JadeEmpire''.

This troper joined a college anime club on his first year. Looked easy... until the day of the initiation rites where, in order to be considered a full-fledged member, must re-enact a scene from any anime in mind. What this troper did? He danced the "Afro Gunso", complete with some pelvic spinning. Chiri chiri, jori jori baby!

This troper's best friend went to a party a while back. The theme was the letter J, so she went as the Joker and scared the fuck out of everyone there. (I wasn't there, for the record). Apparently she kept popping up next to people holding a pencil and asking them if they wanted to see a trick.

This troper isn't quite sure which place to put this or even if it qualifies as one but here it is. This troper has a funny talent to avert dethroning moments of suck, even turning them into crowning moments of awesome. One example was once I was walking down a steep hill carrying a long board when some little punk on a skateboard zipped passed me so in a moment of extreme competitiveness. I rode down after him. Unbeknown to me at the time the long board I rode was notoriously bad at high speeds (it was my flat mate's) and when I was about half way down it wobbled and suddenly flew out from under my feet. I fell back but before I hit the ground I smashed my elbows onto the tarmac and somehow propelled myself into a agile forward roll which was finished into a crouch. Just in time to see my board collide into a wall. I only got a slight graze on my shoulder and I was going quite fast. I then got up nonchalantly and walked down the hill to retrieve my board, it took me a few seconds to realize that everyone of my fellow pedestrians around were frozen and staring at me in abstract shock. But heres the clincher I did that when wearing a huge bag on my shoulders which weighed at least eight kilos and it was full of squash-able food items and somehow they came out of it completely, utterly intact.

You fell off your skateboard going down a hill but turned it into a somersault while not crushing the bag of crushable food on your back?! You are amazing!

This troper (gonna do the rest of this in 1st person) was the fat kid through most of his school career. Middle school was a particularly bad time to be the fat kid. Anyway, there was a particular gang of kids who had been held back a year or two, and they liked to give me a hard time. Though I bit back with some wit from time to time, it got to the point where one time, in the cafeteria, one of them made a crack and I hopped up at the challenge, iliciting applause from pretty much the entire table. Later, same bully accosted me in the bathroom between classes. He shoved me, I shoved back. He threw a punch... I caught his fist, in my hand, looked him in the eye, shoved him backwards using his arm as a pivot, and connected with a tornado kick to the face, knocking him out cold. And here I thought that I would NEVER get to use such an obviously flashy, showy move in a fight.

A few years ago, I troper was selected to represent my institute for a literary debate between various high schools. I had just had an argument with my best friend, so I was utterly sad, and the girl designated to speak before me had just earned herself an applause. Then I got a text from my best friend, who sat on the other side of the room and couldn't get to me before I made it to the stage. It read: "Use every single obsolete word you know of, and kick her ass. I know you can." This was HIS Moment of Awesome, and mine followed when I took the microphone and delivered a flawless ten-minutes speech, using words that most of the adult audience had not heard in years, improvising it from scratch after deciding that the one my teacher helped me write wasn't good enough. Cue a standing ovation, my teacher's jaw dropping in awe, and my friend making it trough the crowd to hug me.

This troper with Asperger's Syndrome was told throughout high school by her special ed teacher (who can be found in the the Sadist Teacher entry) that she would be better off forgetting about college and going on vocational training. This troper managed to, over the course of her two final years in high school, become one of the most popular kids in school, attend her school prom, finish with a 3.87 GPA in the top 10% of all graduating seniors that year, AND get her high school diploma. She is also one semester away from getting her Associate of Arts degree which is needed for her future education which culminates in law school.

A friend of this troper's was in high school drama club. Said troper's friend is from Scotland. The big play for that semester happened to be Macbeth. The student playing the lead role had abruptly changed schools. The drama club director's first move was to move this troper's friend into the lead spot from the part of one of the Wyrd Sisters. Yeah, you heard right. Macbeth was played by a girl. According to the rest of drama club, she wasn't half bad.

Remember that teacher from SadistTeacher and the above troper with Asperger's Syndrome? He's not very tech-savvy. Safe to say this troper is. He was having trouble with his email program. He had to swallow his pride and call me over to fix it, but had enough audacity to say "If you can't do it, don't bother." After examining the screen for ten seconds, I grabbed the email window's title bar and dragged it back over. He could not figure out how to close the program.

Yet ANOTHER computer issue, this one a bit more awesome. Our school network somehow got infected by a virus. The computers typically were under heavy student-proof security lockdown that kept us from accessing Program Files and the registry. This virus managed to disable a lot of the security. I informed my programming teacher of the virus and she immediately left to get the school IT guy. Left alone with the computers, I managed to use the security holes made by the virus to detect and remove every trace of it by hand. This meant deleting registry keys, files, etc. by myself. By the time the IT guy got here, the virus was completely gone. I heard my teacher talking to him about the virus as they walked in. I interjected with "What virus?"

This Troper's family tends to be filled with Moments of Awesome, such as her grandmother's eightieth birthday party (held at a ski resort), or her other grandmother's solo escape from the Holocaust that killed her parents and thirteen siblings.

This troper and his family have quite a few since all while growing up he was the small and cried easily and knew more than most. Most never knew of our hidden centers of rage.

First one came when I was 5 and playing at a park when this bully decides it was fun to insult me so I just turned around socked the kid in the face and broke his nose.

Fifth grade every moron liked to play "Open Chest" and I wasn't playing around them but instead was waiting in line to go on a field trip I wanted to go on really badly when this idiot comes and hits me in my stomach while shouting "Open Chest!" I land on my knee and just growl (really bad sign) and just charge after the kid. Everyone in my class only seen me get that mad once and one girl locked my arms up and tried to hold me back and was failing and it basically turned into EVERYONE from my class grabbing the girl and the next person as they tried to stop me while I was walking forward while pulling all the students with every step. The kid who punched me looked like he was about to shit a brick.

Junior year of high school, a group of jerkasses liked to pick on me a lot and on a particular day when everyone was lining up to leave class, they were shoving the resident stoner into me and when I pushed the jackass off me they would shove him right back into me. Getting more and more pissed I just said fuck it, got out of line and put down my bookbag before grabbing the largest of the bullies by the scruff of his jacket pulling him towards me, picking him up off the ground, and then throwing him into a corner. Said bully is looking dumbfounded before he gets back up and gets up in my face spouting off empty threats while I look back at him with a cold stare before going to pick up my bookbag since I could tell he was more afraid of what I could possibly do due despite my smaller size. The news soon circulated around school and he only resorted to saying shit from a distance rather than get near me after that point.

Same year, one of the same morons goes digging into my bookbag to get a broken (no wristband) watch out after I told him three times not to go digging through my stuff. After the third attempt I get up and tell him that I'm not playing around. The idiot thinks he's sly tries to hit me with a with sloppy right hook which I duck under and as it sails over I shoot back up and in the same motion I grab his larynx and dig my fingernails into it causing the kid's eyes to go wide. As I let go I tell him and the whole class that was watching that if I wanted to I could've killed him. Class starting talking about how that was a lie when the substitute teacher that was watching just chimed in and confirmed my badass threat for me causing them to look at me with a tad bit of fear.

Jerkass roommate in college threatend our autistic roommate causing me to become mightly pissed since the threat is what woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I get up stalk towards the asshole with a unamused glare and in a cold tone stated that he was not going to do anything and that if I ever heard that if he even attempted to harm the other roommates I would basically turn him into a twitching heap. Pretty much the only Standing Up to Bullies Moment of Awesome I have that doesn't resort with me using physical force.

And this one isn't me but it goes to my younger brother who at age 3 charged out of our house and spear tackled one from a group of bullies that were doing their best to get me into trouble.

This one makes our family laugh to this day. After getting punched in the stomach this troper's parents went down to the bullies house to tell their parents to keep their son away from me. Now the bullies dad took afront to my parents coming down and started listing off his rank as being a Chief Petty Officer to which my dad responds that he is also and for "the bitch to bring it" and my Mom who was pregnant with my baby sister at the time was getting up in the bullies mother's face. They scared them so much that the bullies dad forced him to leave me alone and the bullies mom became damned scared of my mom, going as far to duck and sneak around a supermarket when she saw my mom.

This Troper, During Year 7 at Secondary School, was a male Shrinking Violet, verging on Fragile Flower nearly all the time, so much so that a single insult would usually result in tears. However, one time, when I was paticually broken, I encountered the resident Jerkass (Who we shall name "C" For sake of privacy) dealing a heavy beating to my few friends, And also being rather abusive to the Kind Meganekko I had a Crush on. I tried to deal with the situation calmly, but got nothing more that a fist over the head. "C" aimed another punch, But I moved out of the way and (Due to all the pent up anger I had previously had to withdraw from using due to fear) Started fighting him, Dealing a strong Fist straight into his nose, breaking it and causing it to bleed. I proceeded to let 12 months of Unstoppable Rage loose, Which, while also Incredibly satisfiying, Also made it quite clear to him and his mooks that if they even thought about touching My friends or my crush again, I wouldn't hold back. Apparently, "C" cried to some of the other students about this whole incident, but they were suprised, and, amazingly, believe I did the right thing. I got a lot more respect after that (But I STILL couldn't admit my feelings to my crush...)

This may not seem that awesome to some people, but when this troper was in 7th grade, his younger brother had just entered kindergarten at the small school we attended (Seriously...a total of 100 or so students were enrolled.) It was the first day of school, and my friends and I were hanging out, and being the protective older brother that I am, I kept an eye on him the entire recess period. Now, this troper has a massive fear of heights, and was crazy enough to allow his friends to convince him to sit on top of the monkey bars. When I did, I knew it would take me about five minutes just to get down. Well, while I was up on top of the monkey bars, I noticed that this one little kid had just punched my brother in the gut. Fear of heights be damned, I leapt off those bars and ran over to make sure he was alright. In the end, he was ok, and my friends could only comment on two things: one, the fact that the little kid ended up punching me in the mouth...( -_- )...and two: how epic my leap off those bars was. I felt pretty awesome at the time.

This troper is a bit of a nerd so she has a few. scoring in the 94 percentale on her PLANN tes (Pre-ACT) in rhetotical skills (However her math and sciene skills are SoOkayItsAverage.) Prior to that scoring the highest grade on her History fianl exam out of the ENTIRE NINTH GRADE IN A CLASS SEE PREVIOUSLY FAILED. Also worth mentioning her straight A average in middle school and remarkable standardize testing skills (the last one I took said I average at a 10th grade level while I was in the 6th grade. And finally being accepted into two summer programs at University (one of which being Barnard Collge. All of this making me a teacher favorite at my high school by current and future instructors

It was the first day of 1st grade and the teacher had decided that she wanted assistant volunteers to come and help her for whatever reason. So I walked into the classroom with a dorky little 5 year old grin on my face and bout 3 years worth of television plus another 1 year of gaming under my belt. And to my right I see this little crippled kid who can't reach his pencil box. The teacher had said we have to get our pencil boxes for class. Well I had already grabbed mine but decided to help this kid and grab his for him. Well ms. bitch didn't like that at all. She came right on over, grabbed my neck and DRAGGED me to the assigned seat where she continued to verbally berate me while the teachers aids ignored her entirely. All except one, this woman comes over to the desk waits politely for the teacher to pause until the teacher stops for a second and mustering her best sweet old lady voice asks "Yes, how may I help you?" The woman looks down at her and announces this single line in a voice which trailed through the whole room like a lightning bolt cuts through a cloud. "THAT, IS MY SON!" The teacher froze in place because at that moment she knew one thing and one thing only. Her career was over.

When I was working at [=McDonald's=] in college, I was waiting on a particularly rude customer who had already yelled at the assistant manager because his order wasn't coming up fast enough. (Really, it was the kitchen staff's fault; the owner was there, trying to get them to stop grousing and start working.) After a few minutes, a youngish mom and her two little boys came up and ordered... ''The exact same thing my other customer had''. And both orders came up at the same time. The younger of the boys reached up and accidentally grabbed the other man's tray, at which point the guy just unleashed on him, reducing the poor kid to tears. When I was done serving the other order, I found the guy in the lobby and screamed, loud enough for everyine in the restaurant to hear, "YOU MADE THAT LITTLE BOY CRY! HAPPY NOW?! YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND TELL MY BOSS WHAT HAPPENED; I'LL DO THE SAME, ONLY I'LL MENTION THAT YOU CUSSED OUT BOTH A MANAGER AND A LITTLE KID!" And, amazingly enough, I ''didn't'' get fired for that, just sent home early and told not to yell at a customer again.

This troper is a computer geek who despises sports, has a spotless record and straight-A's since fourth or fifth grade. He tends not to want to do anything that requires physical or mental violence. There are a couple of things that I managed, though.

Once, during a Cub Scout camp thing some years ago, I was playing fencing or Star Wars or something by myself in the corner of a clearing with a stick during an event in-between time. A kid, probably stronger than me, tooke the stick from me thrice. I asked him to stop thrice. He, on the fourth time, hit the {{Berserk Button}} enough to break it. I snapped and began beating him to a pulp as the other Scouts and the adults looked on. I don't remember what happened after that, but I believe my father pulled me away. A few years later, he even praised me for the act when I went through a fit of self-esteem deprivation.

Another time, I was sitting at my normal lunch table with my normal friends. Then, my wild, immature and idiotic friend that I despise decided to be wild, immature and idiotic. He'd lick his index and middle fingers and then touch one of us on the head, neck, arm or the like. It was my "turn." After being finger-licked a few times and rubbing hand sanitizer over the afflicted areas each time (I'm very hygenic), I got sick of it. Being touched on my cheek the next time, I grimaced and wiped the saliva off with my sleeve. Then I armed the {{Precision F Strike}}. (Worse uses of words are in italics) I fired, "You know, if I get sick from all of this ''crap'' I'm going to ''freaking'' kill you, ''girl dog.'' Another friend piped up and said, "[Name]'s AWESOME!" in a very fangirlish tone.

In Junior High, this troper was the target of several bullies. Most of them she ignored, as did her friends. Then one day in the locker-rooms, she overheard one girl telling the other kids that Troper had made out with several boys, and given them all hickeys. Troper had never done such a thing, never dated, and was actually very shy. So of course she'd have never done a such thing. This being the straw that broke the camel's back, the troper huddled in the corner of her gym class and cried. Another classmate found her, consoled her, and after finding out what'd happened, simply said "Don't you worry about it...I'll be ''right'' back." Some time later, Troper saw that the classmate had rounded up several of their mutual friends, surrounded and cornered the girl, and were verbally tearing into her. "Troper would ''never'' do sh*t like that, and ''you need to stop f*cking saying she did!"'' It worked.

This troper was participating in a class discussion, and it was her turn to speak. Now, in the troper's class, there's this one girl who ''never knows when to shut up.'' It's like she only speaks to hear her own voice, and everyone in our class is sick of it. Well, while the troper was contributing her part, said girl interrupted her, like she had several other people in the course of a half-hour. Troper immediately turned around, shouting "Shut up and let me finish, I'm not done yet!" before finishing her piece. During lunch-period that day, several classmates came up and said they "loved" her for that. Another classmate said that she and several other students actually applauded under the table.

This troper is normally a pretty cautious driver and has always treated any parking lot, vacant or not, like they were miniature roads. Well. One night, my friend and I were following a couple of our other friends to the store, and our other friends were tearing through the parking lot (which was mostly empty) with careless abandon. I said to my friend, "S may drive recklessly through parking lots, but..." Cue the little devil on my shoulder. "SO... DO... WE!" Then I drove straight through several lanes of parking spots at 35 MPH with my friend going, "WOOHOO!" And it was AWESOME.

For some odd reason, this troper didn't have many friends in middle school. She had some, and those she kept close in her heart. Near the end of eighth grade, she learned she had to move to a different part of Hawaii, and go to another school, leaving her friends behind. They were all heartbroken. On the last day of the school year, the last time they'd ever be together, they presented her with a poster. Glued on was PICTURES OF THEM ALL AND A POEM SAYING THAT THIS TROPER WAS THEIR GREATEST TREASURE. Needless to say, I will ''never'' forget them. . .

This isn't a Moment of Awesome for me, but rather for my step-grandad. I only found out recently that my stepmother's family didn't so much "leave" South Africa as were ''chased out'', on pain of being arrested/shot/never seen again, because my step-grandad didn't support the aparteid regime and actually paid his black servants a decent wage. This, apparantly, was "inciting riot". Oh, and he was present as a (white) protester at the Sharpeville Massacre, and attempted to drive several wounded black people to the hospital - I say attempted, because they turned him away at the door. All this meant my step-mother's house was bugged and under 24-hour surveillance, and when they went on holiday one time were met with a hysterical phonecall by a neighbour who told them "Don't come back, the police are in your house!" Obviously, having to flee the country and ending up in Britain with just one suitcase of holiday clothes each is not the Moment of Awesome: that came three years ago, when my step-grandad went back to non-aparteid South Africa in order to pick up an (unrelated) award at a psychology conference. Apparantly he walked through customs with a gigantic grin on his face and said just two words: "I'm back."

This Aspie troper fondly remembers a few truly Awesome moments while growing up three immediately come to mind. Also simply looking back and realizing how far I've come in regards to my social skills and comfort levels in groups is pretty awesome itself. 1: I was Twelve years old and being constantly harassed by the class dick, it was a cold winter's day and we were out at recess in the middle of what must have been a blizzard. He was swearing at me and taught me all sorts of bad words on the spot. The guy was a walking F-Bomb. So I punched him when he really got in my face, I punched him so hard I lost sight of him. I never saw him again. Never. I never heard of him again. People forgot about him. I PUNCHED HIM OUT OF EXISTENCE!! 2: I was in High School Hell at this point and frankly I was the school's Butt Monkey. Mostly due to my poor social skills in one of those really clique-esk places. So I was trying to relax in the noisy as a sin cafeteria by playing some one man pool. We had a table so for a loonie you got a game. Then one of my most constant tormentors shows up and demands the table after calling me a Zitface despite the fact that I had maybe twenty pimples and he looked like an inflated pepperoni pizza with extra pepperoni, I point this out and he slugs me with a Falcon Punch to the back of the head. Seriously he gave out some sort of scream as he did it and it didn't even faze me. I shrugged it off so easily that he freaked and bolted. I barely felt it to be honest and this guy was an athlete weighing in at nearly two hundred pounds of muscle I think he was a football player, and I was maybe one hundred and ten pound then? Soaking wet maybe? 3: My final one was at twenty one a few months ago and is one not of violence or endurance, but being too good to patronize. A pair of Jehovahs Witnesses showed up at my door during a cold winter's day. "Excuse me sir? Do you believe in God?" they ask me. "I believe in A God but I don't think any current Theologies have an accurate assumption upon God. So I try to find God my own way." I answered. They spent the next twenty minutes showing off a flyer and avoiding eye contact. Then without even realizing it I drove them off by inviting them in for a hot drink so we could discuss ALL theology and it's inherent flaws. They left. I guess I was too nice. Go figure.

This Troper has been a geek pretty much all his life. I was obnoxiously smart and completely unhealthy for the first 9 years of school. The last time I passed the mile run (Before this incident) was in 1st grade. After that, I just kept getting more and more unhealthy. My arms eventually started to look like Swiss Cake Rolls (A favorite after-school snack). Anyway, 9th grade came around, I actually started making friends and decided enough was enough. I was going to become fit, no matter what it took. I actually started participating in gym class. I told my parents to stop buying Lil' Debbies, and I managed to keep up a steady jog for 10 minutes, probably longer than I'd ever run in my life. But my true Moment of Awesome came during the mile test at the end of the year. The watch clicked, everyone rocketed off. I quickly fell behind the most athletic kids, but I didn't stop to talk to my friends like I normally did. I just kept going. 5 minutes and 45 seconds later, I reach the finish line, completely exausted, but victorious. And to cap it all off, I did the Rocky run up the stairs to our school immediately afterward.

This isn't a ''personal'' Crowning Moment of Awesome, but I was peripherally involved: back in my last year of high school I was in the chorus in the school play -- a play which was, to put it bluntly, absolutely terrible, with an abysmally eye-clawingly brain-forkingly badly written script. But there was one song we all agreed was actually good, and on the second night when it came time to perform it, everything went ''magnificently''. The chorus parted on stage to reveal the singer playing the part of Tina Turner and a huge cheer came up from the audience, then as we launched into performing "River Deep Mountain High" she absolutely ''nailed'' it, looking and sounding every bit like Tina as she sang. And then at the end, when we all ran to the front of the stage and leapt into the air on the final note, the crowd went absolutely ''wild''. A crowning moment of awesome that never came close to being topped in the entire rest of the play.

This troperrecently (A few weeks ago) got into a....little fight with his longtime nemesis, last day of (high)school, he may not be coming(droping out, my nemesis, not me) back, revenge bluh bluh merger childish things. He decides to come at me with a meter stick with a rather intimidating war cry. I merely tilt my head ever so slightly and plunk, it hits the wall behind my head, visibly dumbfounded he then attempts to slash me. Big mistake, my headphones got unplugged from my Ipod touch, and my favorite song was just beginning. Nightwish's song she is my sin and so begins my epic battle, he keeps slashing and lunging at me all while I dodge his blows and strokes. He attempts another headshot but I deftly grabbed it from him, he fell face first onto the floor, then I said one of my favorite badass boasts almost immediately afterword "On your knees...I want you to beg for forgiveness." my class's resident Video game gerd (Her own word she made, a combination of geek and nerd, she calls herself this all the time) said almost YELLING "Holy SHIT dude! That was awesome!" unfortunately his Girlfriend didnt think so, and tossed him the other meter stick and said "Kick that little snot into next year!"(Even though im taller then him he's like 5'4 im 5'7) and we exchanged blows which was eerily similar to aboved mentioned Final Fantasy movie, I then disarmed him and then said, "I hold no ill will, nor is this a personal matter, but thanks for the workout non-the less." He simply bowed his head in shame, his girlfriend having pure spasms of RAGE, chiding him that he couldn't beat a video game playing ultimate geek face(highly immature for a 16 year old girl I know), but I couldn't here them over the applause I was getting from the other geeks and my fellow peers, my teacher ( a substitute) woke up from her nap and simply said "what did I miss?" we all (except for my nemesis and his GF) begun laughing uncontrollably for a few minutes. I deadpanned afterwords "Nothing at all ma'am, just having some fun, listening to music, drawing, epic one sided battles..." She shrugged and went back to sleep.

My dad avenging the gruesome deaths of an innocent family of purple martins.

Now, its not.

So, the snakes were evil? I don't get it. How are the snakes to blame, the father doesn't even seem too sure about it.

Yeah, sorry about the birds and all, but this seems a bit unfair. It'a a ''snake'', it needs to eat, it's food doesn't come conveniently prepackaged, and I don't think taking it out with a ''gun'' for following it's base nature is anything to be proud of.

I hold that it is, in fact, a [=CMoA=]. They had some birdhouses set up for the birds to live in, and the snake came in and ate them all. Consider if this were a garden and some bugs were eating your plants--they're still following their base nature, but you still feel really good when you get rid of them.

In middle school, I, who was not much of an athlete, to say the least, and who was also a very socially-awkward and geeky young adolescent, was at the end of a line of kids who were trying to land half-court shots during Gym. Mind, my Gym class was probably about forty kids, and I was at the end of the line under the assumption that shy, unassuming I might not even have to try to make the shot (one period, if I recall correctly, was forty-five minutes, and there were two minutes shaved off each end to change; I reasoned that it would take about a minute per shot on average). I had had some experience with a basketball--my dad had taught me how to shoot fairly well and was teaching me at the time a bit about how to actually play--but I was absolutely certain that if I did go, I should miss horribly and be mocked mercilessly. I was second-to-last in line, and nobody had sunk the shot yet. Feeling confident that missing the shot wouldn't make me a laughingstock, I gave it a real effort. I let the ball go, watched its arc for a second or two, turned around, and headed for the locker room, assuring myself that I had missed--and was hailed with stupefied, thunderous applause when the whole class heard the swish of the ball going through the hoop. It was the only half-court shot I'd ever made--I still haven't made a shot like that again--and I never even saw it.

In fifth grade, I signed up for the school talent show at the very last minute to sing a song. I'm normally a person who does not like being the center of attention, so this was a decision I went with spontaneously. At the auditions, I think I was the only person who didn't use background music for a singing/dancing act. After the audition, I think I almost fainted. Cue the night of the Talent Show about three or four rehearsals later, and I was onstage. And I sang.

Video Game one: I was playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and got to the mission where you have to rescue the 2 British guys from the desert. This wasn't my first playthrough of the game, so I knew what was coming at the snake farm (a group of angry rednecks chase you down and try to kill you). So I turned on the "Cars Fly" code (little explaination of the code, it's ExactlyWhatItSaysOnTheTin and it causes cars to take off when they reach a high enough speed) and slowly entered the scene. As soon as the chase began I took off and flew toward my goal (a Las Vegas expy). On the way I realized the rednecks were still behind me shooting, so I turned toward a large body of water, flew straight up as high as I could, and dropped into a nosedive toward the water, with the rednecks following suit. A few feet above the water I quickly pulled up (just missing the water by a couple feet) and watched as the rednecks, who, being that the computer isn't as good at flying cars as I was (because the cars shouldn't actually be flying and are harder to control than the planes in the game), went straight into the water. The next problem was landing the car, which was going REALLY fast, but I managed to pull it off without ''completely'' destroying it.

I had one, in the MMORPG JadeDynasty so there was this guild war, I picked the healer class which has a great crowd control spell at higher levels and I kinda messed up the skill tree so I wasn't at my full potential, I just jumped in the war and kicked some ass,when the enemy had caught me, there where several people attacking me at once, but I lasted enough to activate my 3 second invincibility spell then used my crowd control spell (mentioned above) and not only it managed to kill some of the people attacking me, it also allowed me to save several of my guild mates from a certain death, all this with a broken keyboard, the only thing working properly where the number keys above the letter keys, so I couldn't communicate with my guild at all for the duration of the war, CrowningMomentOfAwesome Indeed.

I've had two of these;

One, I was in a minibus with four of my cousins, three of whom were older. They were all siblings. I'd been told to look after the smallest, whom was promptly picked on by her siblings. I looked after her all right. By almost putting my cousin's noses out of joint, earning my little cousin's undying loyalty in the process.

My mother, Margaret-Mary, is the Queen of Deadpan Snarkers, but I've never been too good at it. One day, I was in a room with the vast majority of my extended family, and my lil' cuz "S" was sitting in the corner saying "I hate myself" over and over again very loud. It got really frustrating, and I eventually snapped, turned to S, and said "S, if you're going to help yourself, can you ''please'' do it quietly?" The entire room went quiet, and everyone said, in unison, "''Margaret-Mary!!''" I come out with decent quips occasionally now ("There wouldn't be much to work with" in response to an idiot asking my friend for a blowjob, for example), but that moment is still by favourite.

This troper has to deal with a slightly annoying guy in his AP English class. Once, when I was trying to give my opinion on something (I was also in a bad mood because at the moment whether I will pass English for the six weeks is in doubt) the guy interrupted me and started saying "Of course you'd say something like that..." Right in the middle of his sentence I turned around and yelled "NO ONE ASKED YOU!". It startled both him and the class a lot, and our teacher (who is basically FunPersonified) commended me.

I was attacked in high school and i by shear luck managed to dodge his first punch then i said: " Im a black belt bitch!" and he ran away. Ive never even seen a karate class.

I started watching SuzumiyaHaruhi during the endless eight episodes. Just then I read some thing about Ryoko and told two friends thatwere also watching it that she must be back soon to create a plot twist because the audience must be annoyed by the loop. I just said this because I liked Ryoko, but... You know, there is such a plot twist. Now my friends thought either I'm a prophet or I had some connections.

I was playing [=DnD=], online, as a Homebrew gunning class, I have the ability to shoot two shots with one attack roll at a -2 penalty, and I have a class ability that can be used in conjunction with that for an extra 2 rolls of 2d6, I was fighting this guy, one on one, in the arena, got a natural 20 using both abilities, rolled to confirm crit... 20 again... Opponent = Annihilated, he flipped me off on the way down. And then, later, somebody else in the arena, the person THEY were fighting... Rolled 3 1s in a row. We all pretty much agreed I stole his luck.

I was riding a trail (yes, with horses) with some friends, and as we rounded a bend a rabbit dashed out into the path. My mount freaked and reared up, to the point where I was falling out of the saddle. The path we were on was fairly narrow, with a steep dropoff at that turn. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed. While my horse came back to earth, I found myself hanging from a branch about 7-8 feet off of the ground. I let go and drop back into the saddle.

Video games: This troper got three kills with two rounds from a TMP in CounterStrike: Source. He still doesn't know how it happened.

This troper's dad had one, when he worked out how to get rid of a hive of Goddamned Wasps that thought nesting between the floors of our house was an absolutely ''dandy'' idea. He set up the shop-vac, maneuvered the end of the hose to about an inch below the entrance of the hive (and stuck it there, somehow), filled the body of the shopvac with six inches of soapy water, turned it on.... and then, save for opening it up every six hours or so to clear out dead wasps, ignored it. Cue applause, and the family's dubbing said vacuum Bee-Vac (because Wasp-Vac didn't roll off the tongue as well). Ingenuity and opposable thumbs = 1, numbers and painful stings = 0.

I caught a bird in midair with my hand as it flew by. It was instinctive and I was so startled I let it go. I couldn't help but smile when it flew away.

This troper's personal Moment of Awesome came when I was in high school, back in 2001. At the time, I was in 5th form (Grade 11 for you American readers), and I had just completed CXC/CSEC examinations. I ended up getting the highest score in English Language in the entire country of Jamaica, beating out four other students who'd been tied with me for the top position. In 2002, after I entered 6th Form (Grade 12), I and several other students across Jamaica who'd gotten high distinctions in various subjects were invited to receive awards for our hard work. To this day, I have the trophy and certificate for my excellent performance at that time.

An update from the same troper, this one being a video-game-related CrowningMomentOfAwesome: While I was at university, I used to play a lot of the ''JojosBizarreAdventure'' video game for the Playstation. The CrowningMomentOfAwesome, in detail: I'm fighting Dio as Jotaro in Story Mode's final battle. I beat the tar out of him until he's got only a small amount of health left, then I allow him to beat me up in order to increase his Super Bar. Said Super Bar gets filled to the maximum. I watch for the signs that he's going to use the Super Bar order to stop time. Dio teleports behind me, uses his Stand (The World) to do his Muda-Muda-Muda punching (which I block), and only ''then'' does he activate his Super Bar time. My Super Bar has been filled to maximum, as well, from all the attacking I was doing earlier, so the instant Dio activates his Super Bar, I make Jotaro activate his Super Bar, too. From there, Dio is attacking me relentlessly, pushing me into the corner, and now I'm down to less than half an inch of life left on my health bar. Then Dio gets into his knife-throwing stance...and his Super Bar runs out completely he gets frozen in time. Only 5 seconds to do what I have to do. So I jump backwards further into the corner and have Jotaro kick Dio in the head, then make Jotaro walk forward and knee Dio in the crotch, and then on impulse I press Down+Back+Normal Attack Button on the controller, and Star Platinum (Jotaro's Stand) flies out and punches Dio square in the face. Jotaro gets into a stance and mutters something in Japanese. Dio gets defeated, with the background animation that comes up when you beat a character with a Super Move. I win the fight and unlock the stage's secret. stopped time!"

This troper just had a minor Moment of Awesome. He managed to finish "All In" on the brutal difficulty on Starcraft 2. He did this while suffering from a stomach virus/food poisoning, and most importantly of all which makes it awesome, he did it in one complete 30 min segment, with no saves. Start level at 12:40 finish at 1:00, never before has a victory cinematic felt so well earned.

A couple of years back, This Troper and her mother were in our house, decorating for Halloween. A burgler chose that time to break into our house by climbing through the window. For some odd reason, This Troper's first reaction was to grab a glove off the table, put it on, STICK SAID GLOVE INTO THE FLAME OF A NEARBY CANDLE, SETTING IT ON FIRE, and charging towards the burgler screaming "Falcon Punch!". This scared the crap out of the guy, and he ran off before I had the chance to punch him. After he ran off, I came to my senses and yanked off the still burning glove and tossed it out the window the burgler came in from. Yes, the burnt hand was definately worth it.

One of this troper's "teachers" back in middle school took a heavy disliking of him, basically making him get very bad scores on Environment Science, one of the troper's "Speciality subjects". The teacher called her and told her basically, to make the troper drop out of the school and give his space to other students because "he wasn't deserving of the chance". (Now, this troper was not only a tremendous nerd, but a kind soul, aknowledged even by the bullies, who didn't bully him because he has put himself in the line of fire for them) She simply stood up, looked the teacher in the eye and told him "I was sure this fine school's directive board took the utmost care on choosing the best teachers for their students. It looks like even they can let rats soil their fine grain." and left the office with literal royal disdain. The teacher made a really rude comeback at her (Literally telling her to fuck herself) and the troper jumped to punch the lights out of the teacher, danger of expulsion be damned. The woman took the trooper by the shoulder softly but firmly and told him without even glancing at the teacher: "Don't do that, Troper. It isn't worth it." (The IT was sharply directed to the teacher, not to the situation). Then she went to the principal and exposed her case. Needless to say, the teacher was fired.

This troper loves his father to bits, but at the same time (Because he is quite a doting, bumbling father, who suffers from Anxiety Disorder as well) he wants to reduce the man to bits (Their personalities are totally opposite). Even with that, he's no douche, but quite the contrary. When some workmates made fun of his wife's sterility (The troper is adopted), actually asking him why haven't him ditched his wife (Something like during the 70s), he simply looked at them sharply and told them "Because I love her.". The douches never dissed at him again.

This troper himself is in opinion of everyone who has known him both a Cloudcuckoolander and a Cosmic Plaything, and incredibly klutzy as well. Once he tried to play pool with the friends. He tried to shoot the white ball into the other two, but his stick slipped outta his hand, making the white ball bounce. It bounced over the other two balls. Cue everyone watching agape at him.

I am not athletic. At all. And yet, some of the proudest moments of my life came from mandatory high school gym class (Grade 10 gym, which served as my Grade 9 gym).

Moment the first: At midterm reports, having the second-highest class average of 88 due to sheer refusal to give up and a basic grasp of the English language.

Moment the second: Our gym teacher always had us warm up with laps of the gym, or, god forbid, the football field. I did not do so well at this at first. And then, one magical day halfway through the semester, I suddenly had an epiphany. And finished a whole half-lap ahead of the entire class. Every day for the rest of the term.

Moment the third: Upon being placed in goal by a rather unthinking team, I was then faced with one of the jerks who had made my life in class hell. Prior to this, he had scored by making me flinch. So he tried to do this again. I kicked the ball out of his hand into the rafters of the gym. While he was holding it in front of his face. Stunning the entire class into silence. We won.

This troper was playing a MeleeATrois Duel against his brother (who was playing a Spider deck, which specializes in putting monsters in Defense Mode) and his cousin (who uses a "cookie-cutter" Deck) with his Dinosaur deck. Two moments stand out:

After a "Cyber Jar" draw resulted in no monsters, I flipped "Hunting Instinct" to play a 3300 ATK monster with an effect to cause Direct Damage straight to the field.

After that monster was eventually destroyed, I played a monster whose attack power is dependent on how many monsters where removed from the game. I had 11 monsters out of play, which resulted in a 11,000 ATK monster.

This troper has caught flies before. Without looking.

This troper's grandfather is, well... a drunk bastard. Even before he became an alcoholic, he treated my mum, uncle, aunt and grandmum like crap. When I was seven years old, my grandmum divorced him. He never contacted us again. Then, two years ago, he called and asked my grandmum to bail him out of jail. My kindhearted grandmum did what he wanted, but made him promise that he would never drink alcohol again. He said that he wouldn't. But still, he didn't contact us. A week ago, he called my mum, asking for money. She coolly asked him: "Do you drink alcohol?" He had to admit that she still did. Then, my mum coldly gave the best CallingTheOldManOut I have ever seen. She pointed out how stupid, selfish and greedy he had been, and basically all of his flaws. He didn't answer. Just hung up. And believe me, her speech was absolutely kickass.

This troper was bullied throughout secondary school, had a terrible time and pulled many sickies because she hated school so much and told she probably wouldn't do much other then barely scrape good enough grades to get into college. Imagine her surprise when she got her GCSE results and got none other then 8 Bs, 4 Cs and just one D! If I could have gone up to the very teachers who put me down and blown a raspberry at them, I would have!

This Troper managed to get a Moment of Awesome after being bullied for I think four years. One guy tormented me on and off. I didn't defend myself, nope, I just put one hand in front of my face and one in front of my testicles. Let him hit me. Didn't care. Then came year 6, he punched a little year 3 or something and I flipped my shit. I kicked him in the face and broke his nose, I think. He went and started complaining to a teacher, who actually had a go at me. I BSOD'd and just crumpled in a heap crying. I still was the one that got punished. I decided right then, waiting for my punishment, I'd go out in a blaze of glory, and mouthed off to the head teacher, anyone that tried to mediate between me and the guy, and so on. I'm not proud of how I dealt with it, but I did something awesome in my last year at that school.

My Moment of Awesome isn't anywhere near as awesome as some I've seen here, but here it is anyway. I was at a "Saxophone Day" at a specialist music university, and wandered into a jazz improvisation workshop. After about an hour of failing to produce anything even vaguely noteworthy, I managed to pull a solo out of my backside that was later described by the tutor (who'd been rather... unafraid to criticise) as "excellent". Cue a gaggle of vaguely-cliquey students asking me why they hadn't seen me before, assuming I was also studying there. The looks on their faces when I told them I was a chemistry major...

Toward the end of one semester of college, I was called into my journalism teacher's office. She informed me that I had been awarded 2nd Place in the Rocky Mountain Collegiate Media Association's (RMCMA) annual competition. It was a 14-state creative competition amongst colleges. I was stunned (in a good way) that my creative writing had taken 2nd place: not only had my creative writing been entered into the contest without my knowledge ... ''I hadn't even known RMCMA existed until I was called into the office.''

This troper has a strange one and it is also rather long, so be prepared: I had auditioned for a solo part in a performance of a song for a week after the auditions. The morning before the rehersal, I was informed that I hadn't got the part. I was disappointed, but I was ok with it. At the rehersal, one of the two vocalists turned out to have fallen ill during the day. I got asked if I could stand in for him, to which I nervously accepted (I hadn't expected that at all, but I was also nervous as I realised that no one else in the room had heard me sing a solo). I performed and was informed that it was good. Then I learned that the performance was in front of the people in years 9 (the newest people to the school) and year 12 (the year my sister was in). Also, did I mention that the strictest teacher in the school is also a tutor in year 12? I had been a student of that teacher and also recently in a play with him as the director, but I am still pretty nervous around him. So, on the day, I was trying my hardest to block those thoughts out of my head (and failing). Well, I went up, trying not to look around the audience and performed the solo. About ten-fifteen minutes after the performance, I was helping bring the music stands back to their location when I almost walked into the teacher. I was too stunned to move, expected a comment about me wasting good study time. Instead, he said that I had done well. My sister (who doesn't really comment about my singing) agreed and mentioned that, after my performance, people said to her, "Wow, your brother can sing!" I also was praised by the rest of the choir, the choir master and my previous form tutor. The fact I still feel I wasn't the best vocalist for the song (well, if you can review your performance and see the faults in it, you learn how to improve it) makes this kinda more awesome. The song in question? Something Inside by Labi Siffre, which was written as an anti-Apartheid anthem according to The Other Wiki.

It's a little disturbing how many of these moments are about acts of violence by the tropers in question, frankly. Mine is as well, but unlike those above, the only thing I was hitting were my drums. I'm one of those guys who has such performance anxiety that unless it's absolutely mandatory, I won't put myself on the spot anywhere - I don't even like introducing myself to groups of people. It's not objectively very impressive, but I'm proud of myself for being able to play for an audience and not embarrass myself - I'm going back next week and I'm hoping to make it a habit.

When someone, after years of torment, finally stands up and says "no more," it's awesome.

This lil troper is usually very amicable, but has been known to lose it. Examples include:

Kindergarten! This very lil' troper was constantly picked on because of his size. One day, this second grader who loved picking on the pre-k's decided that said troper was small enough to be one. Cue loud crack resounding around campus and bully running from troper with nose hanging half off. Said troper then defied teachers and authorities by providing witnesses for the acts of bullying, even though he couldn't spell 'witness'.

Third Grade! This not so lil' troper doesn't have much friends because he was so quiet then. Unfortunately there were this trio of jerks who loved to pick on this troper. They were very popular. unfortunately for them, this troper started Tae Kwon Do training since first grade and was a green belt then. They and their posse decided to roughen up a female friend of this troper. He dropped his bag, walked up to them and quietly asked them to stop. They didn't. They advanced towards him. He drop kicked their ringleader and they never bothered him or his friends again.

Sixth Grade! This growing troper recently earned his blue belt in Judo, his orange in Karate, and his red in Tae Kwon Do. Sometime in the middle of March that year, he discovered that someone had thrown his backpack in a tree. He looked around for teachers, climbed the tree, grabbed the backpack, looked for the one person who wasn't staring up at him, looked closer and saw that he was surrounded by his posse, then jumped and landed a foot on him from the tree. crouching on the guys torso with two broken ribs, he warned the jerk not to mess with him again. He complied.

Junior Year of high school! 2010! This troper is now a black in all three arts and is training in Kendo. Unfortunately, he has also moved to a new school and has become a prime target for bullies. The one incident when this troper completely lost it stemmed from the fact that all 12 of the bully's posse and the bully himself was beating up a good friend of this troper behind the school. I walked slowly, and when the bully tried to punch him he threw him into the nearest wall and actually dented the wall. Granted, it was plaster drywall, but that's still pretty hard to do. This troper has perfected his angry ice cold quiet voice by now, and when he uses it, people crap bricks.

I, PrimeEvil, have a few choice moments, which I will share with you right here.

When I graduated from Evergreen Park High School, I was among the last generation to have taken Concert Choir for 4 years. It took me to Hawaii, where I sang the "Hallelujah Chorus" at the Kamehameha Cathedral (if I have it wrong, do correct me), and to Texas, where we sang...I can't remember what we sang, but it was at the oldest cathedral in San Antonio. I'm ashamed to admit I don't remember much of either--it was "just a job" at the time--but I realize the significance of it now.

I'm at Chicago State University as well, and I'm on the Honda Campus All-Star Challenge quiz-bowl team (visit www.hcasc.com for more). CSU's team hadn't really done much of anything since it began in 2000, but I'm proud to say that I was a part of the teams that A)won first place against Florida A&M University at the First Pre-Nationals Tournament in 2009, and B)made it to the Playoffs at the National Tournament in 2010. Yes, that's right--IT'S THE FIRST TIME WE WERE EVER ABLE TO DO THAT.

2011 Update: I managed to get the All-Star medal at this year's tournament. I was one of eight to do so. Cool, huh?

Last year, at the ChicagoTARDIS convention, I acquired the last two autographs to complete my hardcover copy of _Doctor Who: Regeneration_. Result: I now have the autographs from ALL of the major cast members from the TV Movie, which is where my love for "Doctor Who" began in the first place. I'm NEVER letting that one go.

Now that Elisabeth Sladen's died, I think meeting her and autographing a copy of Doctor Who Magazine (signed as "The Doctor") an awesome moment.

I think I can safely say I have one. I have a tendency to joke around, and sometimes my jokes cross the line a bit. "Crossing the line" here meaning "making one person go utterly batshit and repeatedly kick me from the chat until I apologize, which I of course do." So a couple days ago, I got really tired of it. Came back into the chat, and unleashed a page-long tirade against them enumerating each and every time they had overreacted to me since I met them. I mentioned how they're jealously overprotective of their girlfriend and how I was tired of their paranoia. Within five seconds I was banned. I got a message five minutes after that, saying "She's gone. The back door is open." I had been unbanned by their girlfriend. Words cannot describe the awesome.

I had one Myself. It started at 3:49 AM Today. It was no ordinary day, It was Black Friday! My mom told me to go to Macy's for the 4am Doorbuster sale. It was a simple shopping list: 1 Mini-fryer, 1 Electric Iron, and 1 Neck Massager. When I got to The Cellar, I asked one of the workers to help me find those three items. He showed me where they were, went to the cashier, paid them, and took off. When I got out of the store, I screamed at the top of my lungs... {{CROWNING MOMENT OF AWESOME}}!! I breezed right through Black Friday in less than 20 minutes. Greatest. Friday. Ever.

so picture this- It's about a hundred degrees out, somewhere in the mountains in CA. There are about 50 teenaged girls, all dressed in long skirts, long sleeved blouses, aprons-1840's pioneer era stuff. for every 5 or so girls, there's a huge handcart, loaded down with stuff. and they've been walking half the day and most of yesterday already. all the men( teen boys, bout 40) have left, and it's just the girls, standing at the base of a fairly steep trail, and it's not so hard at first. there's singing and " we can do this."...until the trail gets dusty. and then it gets steeper. so this on girl's wagon is the first to the crest, and while her friends are siting there, drinking and eating, what does she do? she runs back down the hill, and starts helping pull another wagon. and then another. and after all the wagons are up, there's only a few minutes rest, and then they go off again. and it's down hill for a bit... and then everything comes to a full stop. Because there's another hill, thick with dust and loose rocks, and about 75 degrees- super steep. but they keep going. they say a prayer and keep going. and just as the first wagon starts to slip back, and that girl's legs give out- a bunch of the kids from the wagons that hadn't started up the slope come charging up, and push and pull and get that wagon up the hill. This was last summer, a bunch of city kids who didn't like each other much. and all the way down that trail, there were hoarse voices straining out, "Oh how we'll make, this chorus swell, all is well....all! is! well!"

This troper's Moment of Awesome was when she found her missing brother twice in the span five hours. The first time, he'd snuck back to a shop to watch the TV in the shop. The second time, the entire family was in Gap and he just wandered out of the store. I thought it was a repeat of the first incident so I went out to look for him. I found him halfway out of the shopping complex aka ten meters away from us and five meters away from the road.

This troper was playing her dad in MarioParty. I was in third place and a Star was five spaces in front of me. I used my Thrice Candy and not only did I get that, but I got the one that appeared in front of ''that,'' and then got the one in front of ''that.'' I got three stars in ''one turn'' and moved from third place to first in ''one move!''

This troper's grandmother, Ethel, an absolutely fantastic woman who raised five children on the budget of an author and a librarian who hadn't finished high school, had plenty of Moments of Awesome, including getting kicked out of Catholic school for a combination of defending other students from one particular sadistic nun's bullying and smoking behind the lockers, giving up a life of riches and luxuries with her parents so she could elope with my grandfather (who her parents hated because he was liberal), and getting herself a cameo in the little-known book "One Minute to Eternity." (My grandfather had his own Moments of Awesome, including hijacking a train in Mexico.) But by far my favorite story about her is this: Her parents were very rich, and they used their money to get in good with stars of stage and screen. When my grandmother was about six, they managed to get themselves invited to a party at Shirley Temple's house. My grandmother's little sister wandered over to a dollhouse in the corner of the room and began playing with the dolls in it. Unfortunately for her, that was Shirley Temple's dollhouse. Shirley Temple saw her playing with her dollhouse, ran over, and slapped my grandmother's little sister. My grandmother's little sister started crying. My grandmother saw that, marched over, and punched Shirley Temple full in the face. She gave her a black eye. Let me repeat that: my grandmother gave Shirley Temple a black eye because she made her little sister cry. When I grow up, I'm going to be Grandma.

I didn't know whether to put this here or under CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming, but I'll put it here first. One of my favorite musicians in the world is singer/songwriter Anna Nalick. Now that she's on a comeback after two years of total absence from the public eye, she's mostly played shows in California. I live in Pennsylvania, and was quite jealous of the Californians who get to see Anna on a regular basis. A few weeks ago, however, it was announced that she'd be doing a show in New York. At first I didn't think I could go, but I realized my parents and I had taken less-than-24-hour trips to other places, so why not New York? My parents drove me 100 miles just to see Anna- but that's not even the most awesome part. I'll cut right to that. The [=CMoA=] is this: At the end of her show, the crowd yelled for an encore. Anna said, "I don't have anything prepared- what do you wanna hear?" There were a lot of people there, all shouting out requests. I yelled out "PAPER BAG!", one of my absolute favorite of her songs- the song that many times has given me hope and courage when I needed it- but which she doesn't really play anymore... and she did it. With all those people shouting out requests, she could have played whatever song she wanted... but Anna Nalick played "Paper Bag" live, for the FIRST TIME IN MORE THAN THREE YEARS, just for me. I don't know if she'll play it again anytime soon, but she played it the one time for me, and I'll never forget it. As if that weren't enough, I actually got to meet her backstage and got an autograph and a picture with her. If all that wasn't worth a hundred-mile drive, I don't know what is.

Tropers/KMan here with a story of how being a LargeHam can pay off. His group for a group assignment spent too much time working on the product but not enough time on the presentation. We only rehearsed for a few days but no more than 2-3 attempts for 2 days. When the day came I promised them I would make it work. So I unleashed the hog, overacting and spent most of the presentation at high volume. The result was the only presentation that got the class and the teacher to laugh and this troper walked out of that class with a mark of 96.5% out of 100 for an assignment worth 20% of the final grade. The other members of my group got marks that didn't go below 90% if they deserved it. Keep in mind the mark was 10% for the product and another 10% for the presentation.

This Troperette has been known to strangers as the sweet, innocent and slightly nerdy thing. A friend of hers (codenamed Orihime because of her similarity to the character from Bleach) was being bullied by the resident, otaku hating bitches. Orihime was pretty passive about it, saying that the teacher already took care of it and that the Ampatuans (that's our group) didn't need to fight at all. Cue this scene:(translated from Tagolog) Lead Bitch: Hey, say something in Japanese!

giggling* Troper: *stands up, puts on I'm hella pissed face and turns to bitches* Urusai, motherfuckers! This Troper is glad to report that they did not bother Orihime or any Ampatuan otaku ever again.

This troper had one when he was 16. Out of the group I hung out with (I hesitate to call them friends), I was the most average football (soccer) player, not horrendous, but not outstanding, mostly because it wasn't a huge priority of mine, and I was never allowed to forget this fact. Then we went on the lower sixth form ski trip, where, at the top of a fairly sticky red slope, I waited while the rest of the guys picked their way down, ignoring any insinuations that I was intimidated by the piste. Once I had enough space, I pushed off, skied a fast, flawlessly carved line through everyone, reaching the bottom way before any of the others, stopping with a textbook hockey stop that sprayed snow 5ft in the air. The stunned looks on everyone's faces negated any desire to gloat.

This troper made 300 people sing the first Pokémon opening, long version, all the way to the end, to the top of their lungs.

HOW exactly did you do this?

Another instance, also during sixth, was when I was putting things in my locker. A kid, trying to impress two other kids who had bullied me in the past, kept walking by, hitting me with his binder. Sick of him and the other bullies, I grabbed the hitter, slamed him into the lockers, and said coldly "Don't mess with me again."

This troper had been playing the clarinet since the fourth grade, concert band, marching band in high school. Senior year, however, there was a scheduling conflict and, being occasionally a little dim, decided to take a second year of physics rather than band. It's been a major regret since that summer's band camp began. Eight years later, a letter comes home in her youngest brother's progress report about an alumni marching band marching with the the high school band during the homecoming parade. Only two weeks lead time, three attempts at finding a working instrument, one song that I haven't played since junior year and one I've never played before but fortunately know well. Seeing my very first band director and instructor again for the first time since he retired when I was in sixth grade was also a Crowning Moment of Heartwarming, stepping off again while playing what had basically been our band's anthem at the top of my lungs was unforgettable and I'll never hear Bon Jovi's Livin' ''On A Prayer'' again without grinning at the memory. In addition to being awesome, it also provided the closure that I've been needing since I was seventeen.

This troper and his brother were in Acting during high school. For our final, we had to perform quite a few scenes and monologues to a public audience. My brother performed a monologue about a man expressing severe guilt after committing vehicular manslaughter on his son while attempting a murder/suicide with his wife. The awesome part? His performance was so strong that he caused a lady to leave the show sobbing.

This troper's sister kinda got one... when she was three or four. My dad's at a convention-type thing, and The Soup Nazi himself happened to be there with his kid. So my dad and The Soup Nazi say their hellos and talk, and my dad agrees that he should have some "street cred" by letting his kid play with The Soup Nazi's kid. I wasn't even born yet, but you gotta admit, having your kid play with an actor's kid is kinda awesome, so I guess my dad gets that one too.

Same troper. My stepdad was wrestling back when he was in high school in TheSeventies, and his friend is in the ring, not breathing, because he had been arm locked and his trachea impacted. So stepdad runs out, half-dressed, and gives his friend mouth-to-mouth and slaps him a few times. The cops had been called, and when they come in and tell him to stop, they say, "Get out of here! We're in charge!". My stepdad says, "You get out of here! I know what I'm doing!" He is thus yanked by his hair and thrown aside. The ambulances come and put the friend on a trach and bag. My stepdad then gets to help apply it. What makes it awesome? If he had not given mouth-to-mouth, then the friend would've died.

Although this didn't really "happen", it was still pretty awesome. This troper was dreaming he was in the middle of a forest surrounded by ''extremely'' creepy, rundown buildings. Suddenly, this crazed guy rounds a corner fifty feet away and runs at me with a knife. The only reason he caught me? Because I stood my ground to hit him with a ''sock of rocks''. He recovered, and I got stabbed in the back a few times, but still...

A similar thing happened to me in a dream. For some reason the earth was being invaded by the xenomorphs from alien, and I got killed by one, right after I got my hands burned off by beating another one to death.

Freshman year, I was a lone nerd in a class full of jocks . One day we were playing baseball. Everyone assumed I couldn't play. When I went up to bat, I heard some one yell, "Don't worry! She can't hit!" I just rolled my eyes, and then hit a home run.

This Troper has one: At my high school We had the A/B Schedule (Four Classes on one day, The other Four on the next, Repeat) And So on Finals day, if you were a Junior or a Senior you could be excused from taking any of your final exams BUT you had to show up for 2nd/7th Period. During her Second Period AP English, all of the kids were just chilling/chatting with friends A girl from the IB program walked into the classroom. She begin to explain how apparently several AP kids had been talking bad about IB kids, and that "This is how we deal with problems Cue about 15 kids (including the valedictorian) running into our room and pelting us with marshmallows. This troper was in the back and didn't get hit, but couldn't stop laughing because several of the AP Kids were trying to get out of the way/sitting there with a blank look on their face, not sure what was happening. Then the IB kids ran out of the room, presumably to go throw marshmallows at the class next door, This Troopers Friend, who was a former IB Kid himself (his parents being dumbnuts pulled him two weeks into the beginning of the year, causing him stress/more angst/ to miss most of the fall semester because of all the work) yelled "Ah Hellz No!" and pulled out probably the biggest NERF Gun in the history of Nerf Guns, ran out of the room....And begin shooting the IB Kids with it. They promptly came back, apologized to the teacher for disputing the class and left, leaving the bag of marshmallows behind. This troper stole the bag of marshmallows, and gave it to her bus driver to make rice krispey snacks with her granddaughter.

See this troper's EarWorm entry.

This troper used to play for a local football (soccer) team and because I had to play without my glasses during most matches my teammates were never over-joyed about me being on the pitch (not that I was particularly good with glasses) however one week I was brought on as a striker and managed to score my first goal for the team thanks to a through-ball by our captain and me going one-on-one with the keeper, the very next week I was a right-mid and I got the ball in space, I made a short run then attempted to cross it to a team-mate, the ball ended up curving towards the goal and the keeper couldn't quite reach it and ended up tipping it further into the top corner which was possibly the crowning moment of awseome for the team that season.

This troper is god awful at not finishing things. He's a wannabe writer, and has at least seven unfinished first drafts on his laptop. Add to that, his academic performance leaves a lot to be desired; allbeit in a selective school, he is often in trouble, and has a lot of difficulty staying on top of work. And add to that the fact that he is the epitome of unpopular, and is a medicated depressive. Well, he has three [=CMOA's=] to his name. First, he finished something- The Tomb, an animation- for his schools film festival. Only problem? It was banned for being too violent. Upside? Around ~150 people turned up to the film festival. The Tomb has had over 500 viewers. Second CrowningMomentOfAwesome- coming first in English in 2009- after a year of four suspensions, and a threatened expulsion. Third one? Winning the school poetry competition with a poem written on the back of a reciept after a trip to the Australian Museum, about a mysterious stranger at the station. Might not seem like much to anyone else, but to this troper, these are the most important things he has ever achieved.

This troper was in a room with a realy irritating brat, but as he was doing nothing offencive I wouldn't do anything. But shock horror he did start being offensive (and it was getting worringly threataning) so I carmly walked over to a pile of stationary picked up a protracter ( one of those half circles that are used to meassure angles]] and through it towards him, striking him in the forhead and drawing blood. he left rather quickly, and as my freind Luke summed it up, "Protracter to the FOREHEAD!" which has become a Memetic Mutation in my circle of freinds.

This troper is an Aspie and has a reputation at school for being a Normal and, apparently, not grasping the concept of affection no matter how hard she tries. Anyway, an old friend from the other side of Canada came to visit. Now, she's had a crush on this guy for at least 8-9 years and only told him 2 years ago. He replied that he liked me as well, saying that he wanted to marry this troper and his parents approved (Not. Joking.) Automatically, people came up and started giving him loads of shit (I just found out two months beforehand that he was being bullied at his school) and he went into a corner and started muttering ideas to kill himself while holding back tears. This troper felt true rage. She hugged his head, stood up and walked towards the bullies and hissed, "Nobody...TALKS TO MY FUCKING FIANCEE LIKE THAT, YOU SHIT EATING DICK-FUCKER!!" And wrapped her hands around his throat. It took about three students and one teacher to wrench her hands away.

A few minor, personal ones for this troper.

Any time I make someone or even a group of people laugh at a joke.

I beat my personal ThatOneLevel (a second time) and the FinalBoss in SonicColors and beat it in one try without putting too much focus onto it because I was showing off the game to my dad.

Heck just beating any FinalBoss for the first time.

I had never played... uhh, foosball (not sure how to spell it) in my life. Ever. Not really anyway. At a friend's house we were all having a party and a girl asked if I wanted to play her. Okay fine. It was pretty close but I managed to win. And I doubt I even used proper playing techniques. Granted it's not like she was an expert either, but still.

Entering a contest that his friends suggested and then won. Then found out that they were only joking when they said I should enter. Still felt great.

Compared to all you amazing people, this is minor, but one of proudest Moments came a few years back, when I was the Music Director for my college's radio station. I had a band in for an interview (which, if I may quickly mention, is one of my favourite bands. Those girls play some amazing music! Check out Sick of Sarah on YouTube). For months, I had painstakingly planned everything out so that this interview with said favourite band would go off without a problem. I was not going to have ANYTHING stand in the way. So, about halfway through, when the station's resident jackass (who's had many disciplinary problems) decided that I was being "flirty" with them on air, said jackass comes into the studio, pushes his way onto the mic, and declares me to be an idiot. Now, this kid has a rather amusing speech impediment that he's very sensitive about. I turn to him, and say, "(name), get the fuck out of my station and TAKE your GOD DAMNED SPEECH IMPEDIMENT WITH YOU, AND NEVER COME BACK!" He did, and he never did come back. The beautiful thing? The audience never heard a word of either him OR my bitch-out. As soon the word 'back' left my lips, I cut the last ten seconds of the interview, so it never was broadcast.

And in here, at about fifty seconds in, you can SEE footage from them in the radio station. The Tripp pants on the right and the voice at 2:40? Yeah, hello! :-)

This Troper was at a friends party, where we all played GuitarHero : Warriors of Rock. I was on vocals, which being not the best singer in the world, I was a little uncomfortable with, but I quickly grew into it. Then, we tried out Bohemian Rhapsody. Moments before the song started, I quickly told everyone to get in close and sing along, perfectly mimicking the Music Video. Now, imagine doing the whole song doing stuff like that. It. Was. Epic.

This Troper had one. He was in Gym class, when two girls (who forgot their gym clothers) were sitting on the side lines yelling at everyone to 'go faster!' Having enough, I yelled at them to shut up so it echoed through the entire gym. And got some much needed applause.

This one doesn't belong to me, but to my mother. One night I was extremely late getting home from band practice. While I was waiting inside a [=McDonald's=] for the next bus to come, my mother decided to go out and look for me. As she was walking down the street, she noticed a van pulling up and stopping a few blocks ahead of her. She crosses the street and sees the van crossing over to her side and pulling up on the corner. Several guys jump out the van and head towards my mom. Mom turns and runs away, trying to put as much distance between her and her pursuers as possible. She ends up running into a dollar store and hiding in one of the isles. The store clerk was telling her she had to leave because he was closing up. After my mom tells him she's being chased by some men, the store clerk hides her behind the counter right before the men come into the store. The men are asking the store clerk if he's seen a woman run into the store, with the store clerk steadily lying right to the guy's face. The leave and after a moment, she gets up and leaves the store. Another van pulls up and my mother prepares to run again, but it only turns out to be my stepfather. When I finally made it home, my mom proceeds to slap me seven ways to Sunday for forgetting to call her.

This troper was at London MCM Expo in October last year, cosplaying as the Engineer and hanging out with the Valve group. He heard someone singing Still Alive to himself. This Troper joined in. Pretty soon, other joined. Eventually, the entire group was singing. Best. Expo. Ever.

In Grade 10, I had one involving a Girl who asked if I would do her (I'm not making this up). I the told her that "I wouldn't do her if you were the last girl on Earth." There were people talking about that for days after that, praising Yours Truly about the comeback. Natually, I was quite happy about that. I'm now in Grade 11 and still have yet to top that.

This troper's now-late grandfather. he isn't famous, his name isn't in any history books or mentioned in war movies. he was a pilot during WWII, and flew six successful missions against Germany. The plane was hit on the seventh, and started to go down- while spinning. He manged to get the plane under control while his team bailed out, insisting everyone get out before him. when everyone else was clear, he parachuted out. upon landing, he was captured by Germans. he was not yet twenty-one, but he saved everyone on his plane, and survived himself.

This troper's Crowning Moment of Awesome happened roughly 15 minutes ago. Me and a friend spontaneously lip synched all of ''The Touch'' and it was awesome.

This troper beat Zelda II, having navigated Death Mountain and the Valley of Death. Without the candle. Basically, he spent 90 percent of those difficult areas in complete darkness. And still beat the hardest game in the series.

Doubles as an epic fail, but here we go. One valentines day, this troper wanted to give her childhood friend homemade cake. Remember that I'm terrible at cooking. I didn't find a chance to give it to him, so after school, I saw him walking out of the main entrance. I picked up the cake tin, and hurled it out the second story window at him. Believe it ot not, it hit his head. The kicker? It wasn't the cake tin that gave him concussion, it was the rock hard cake inside. But were still good, and he appreciated it.

Another one from me, only this one happens to go to my father. In a nutshell: A few years ago he was afflicted by colon cancer, which is said to be one of those types of cancer that you don't recover from. '''HE BEAT IT.'''

I'm crying right now. You made such a simple description, but it made me happy like you wouldn't believe. Good for you.

This troper was sitting at lunch eating his food. Before finishing lunch an acquaintance revealed that something was wrong with a friend and that he needed to be talked to. Replied, "Why do I have to do it?" "Because everyone expects it of you." I walked up a little annoyed and found out he was contemplating suicide. I immediately followed up with, "Do it," and proceeded to tell him ways he should do it. After walking back and continuing to eat my lunch the other guy was in shock. After finishing my lunch, my friend walked up to me and said, "Thank you for teaching me that my problems aren't that bad and that I need to just deal with it." The guy was even more shocked.

I had one today playing online Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory. I am not very good at FPS games, but somehow, while being a Covert Op (sniper/spy class) I managed to hit a rocket fired by a Soldier (heavy weapons class), blowing it up in midair and probably saving some fo my teammates, and then sniped the Soldier himself in the head. And then I went on sniping people and getting a 5-kills Killing Spree. I seldom stay alive for more than a couple kills, ''and usually I get killed without even doing half a life bar damage.'' I felt very good for that.

There was just an attempted hit and run in front of this troper's house. The [=CMoA=] was for our neighbor, who literally chased the guy that caused the accident down the street and dragged him back when he tried to flee. He's not exactly athletic or in shape, either.

This troper had a very rough time his elementary school to middle school years; I have a severe case of ADHD, which we (then) treated with high dosages of Concerta. The medicine had several side-effects, such as loss of appetite, nervousness, and being very withdrawn, meaning I was the fifty lb. awkward kid nobody knew, and had no social skills. Naturally, this led to being bullied by multiple other students. One day, after school in eighth grade, one of my tormentors walked by and hit my head into a locker, knocking me down, and walked away laughing with his friends. At this point, something in me snapped. In a completely calm and silent manner, I glided behind him, grabbed him by the back of the hair, and *slammed* his face into the closest locker, knocking him out, breaking his nose, and generally ruining his day. As everyone in the hallway stared at me in complete silence, probably wondering if I was going to go postal, I calmly told him 'Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, bitch." I was never bullied again after that.

A few years back, this troper was part of an extremely tight-knit forum (it's since closed down, but most of the people are all Facebook friends now and see each other in person a lot anyway), and one day, this happy forum was plagued by trolls. We'd never had trolls before, never even had a need for moderators because everyone was so genuinely nice to one another. But then these trolls showed up, and not just any trolls: teenage boys, whose sole reason for getting on this forum and insulting or offending everybody they could was to piss off this troper. So one at a time, I called up their mothers, said hello, asked how their days had been, and then told them exactly what their children had been doing. I know: on one hand, kinda childish. On the other hand, a bunch of internet trolls started insulting my friends and acting like dicks, so I called up their mothers at home, made sure the trolls were punished and got their X-Boxes confiscated to boot. I'm gonna take the win.

In Christmas 2005, my Uncle Dave sang ''Yellow Submarine'' for the family and I got to sit on his lap, because I sang that at summer camp earlier that year. He also sang John Denver. Um... yeah.

Just before my Maths GCSE my year group was waiting outside the hall we were due to take the exam in. As usual I, a rather introverted and teased girl (though not bullied, I have to say; I was affectionately regarded as a bit of a loner) had my head buried in a book. In this case it was a Maths book, I was doing a bit of last minute cramming. Some boys were relieving their tension by kicking a football about. They definitely didn't mean to kick it towards me, but I heard a shout and, barely thinking, spun around and stuck out my foot in order to try and kick the ball away from me. I wasn't expecting to manage it, what I was actually expecting was either pain or looking ike a fool. But, because of the foot eye coordination I'd developed, I exceeded my expectations. The result was that I booted the ball over everyone's heads, over a hedge and down the small slope on the other side of it...all without (apparently) looking up from my book. I like to think the buzz it gave me helped with the exam.

DaftPunk + HumansAreSpecial = THIS. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4misLIGq04)

A friend of a friend of this troper has had the most awesome moment of his life. He knows and accepts that his life will never reach the same levels of awesome again. He was inside with his classmates during a particularly close thunderstorm, where even the teachers were starting to get nervous, and being the joker he was jokingly stood up, punched the air and shouted "I AM THE GOD OF LIGHTENING!" Whereupon the largest lightening bolt anyone present had ever witnessed hit a tree outside, shorted out all of the lights and sent everyone screaming for cover. Except for this guy, who was still stood, arm raised, never having flinched from his epic pose. Like I said, he knows that no matter how hard he tries, his life will never reach such levels of awesome ever again.

While it may not be as awesome as some of the others, this tropers moment of awesome came when she was playing {{Tales of Symphonia}}. During the battle with Iapyx, she eventually ran out of life bottles and other healing potions, and soon the only character in her party of remain alive was Raine. This troper defeated Iapyx. With only Raine.

My [=CMoA=] was in Grade 6. I was the weakest kid in my class. We also used to play Capture The Flag a lot in that grade. I was pretty bad at the game too. So then, during the last Gym class of the year, we decided to play it again. We had slightly different teams than usual, and the enemy team just piled up on us with a 100% offense. Our team had to go on the complete offensive. I quietly snuck on the other side. There I found the flag after several minutes. And there was no one on the enemy side. And I walked the flag back to our side. From the back of the enemy side. No one suspected a thing. So when I raise the flag above my head and yell "I HAVE THE FLAG!" all the way to my team members, and the enemy team is stumped because the WEAKLING won the game, it was a [=CMoA=]

This troper's grandfather had one. The man is 58 years old, has diabetes, a bad leg, and is incredibly inactive (he spends all day at home on his chair watching TV), not to mention he's possibly the most benevolent member of our family. But when my sister, being the bitch she is, started mouthing off his wife like she tends to do to the point where my grandfather wouldn't tolerate anymore, he got dangerous. That old man chased that healthy 16 year old up those stairs like the Devil himself, faster than he should have been capable of. Also doubled as a CrowningMomentofFunny.

This tropers friend got one, when he and his team in a airsoft gunfight chose probably the most awesome tactic he's ever heard of. Think about it: You think the team would be able to fire at you after you just ''stole all of their ammo from behind their back!'' In the end, they gave it back, since the other team would tell on them, but the sheer fact they pulled that off is crazy.

This troper while playing Resident Evil 5 on co-op had somehow found a way to become the reaper's bait while her friend got away scot free, and she had somehow gotten stuck behind a box, on a conveyor belt, while the damned thing chased her. Cue last second escape to the second conveyor belt, with out boxes, while the flames of death were behind her. Also cue the agonizing screams from the very reaper that had killed her and her teammate five times previously. That act made this troper feel pretty awesome about herself for luring the monster into almost killing itself.

This troper was at dinner with her friend's family, who are ALL (mother, sister, stepfather, and friend) devout Whovians. In an argument (about DW, natch), the sister declared, "You're the Master! Nobody likes you!" Everyone at the table, without missing a beat, started drumming.

This troper's dad actually stumped that stupid KGB service for cell phones. He asked who the five captains of the starship Enterprise were. He knew it. They didn't. They said something along the lines of "Old Kirk, new Kirk".

Unshavenhobo: I get a few of these playing my Demonology warlock in World of Warcraft.

I have made a single-button macro for the Metamorphosis ability, which transfers you into a hulking horned, winged hard-to-kill demon with enormous power for a short time. The macro consists of that transformation as well as pointing at my target and yelling that they are NOT PREPARED in imitation of a big bad from WoW of similar appearance to the demon form, and using several items and abilities which again increase my destructive capabilities. I have a habit of using this midair and crashing down on top of my stunned, bewildered and immolated opponents, who generally die within a few seconds.

In the middle of a fight, I noticed somebody escaping by levitating down a cliff. Not about to have any of that, I parachuted down and tangoed with them and two other people, one of whom fled the scene. I burninated the other once I was done with my original target. They were not prepared.

I was invited to a LAN party with some friends to play Defence of the Ancients, a game which they had just started playing. They asked me if I had been playing it for long, to which I replied (while concealing a grin) that no, I had not, and informed them that I was 'noob at DoTA'. I then proceeded to use my 4 years' experience playing the game to curb stomp the lot of them. Good times.

A story from junior high band: When you play a tuba, you're used to not carrying the melody. Well, on our arrangement of a medley from BeautyAndTheBeast, I got to play the title phrase in the climax. Big responsibility. The last note of the phrase was a high C. Now, the tuba has a two-octave range and mostly plays in the lower octave, where the third valve is used to get precision on the notes. In the upper octave, no third valve, which means that an A-flat and a C are the same fingering, and you have to rely on the tightness of your lips to get the right note. I practiced my butt off the week before the concert trying to make sure I hit a C instead of an A-flat. We had two concerts, the in-school one for the students and the night one for everybody. When I showed off all my practice for the in-school concert, the conductor told me afterwards that I still was playing the A-flat. I was devastated. With no more time to practice, I resigned myself to getting it wrong again that night. Comes the big phrase, I tighten my lips and blow as hard as I can. The conductor looks right at me and mouths, "YES!!"

In P.E, we just started doing Rugby again. We're doing some training in tag rugby. I was a little cautious at first, but when I got some encouragement I almost won the game for us. (It was because of the kid who dropped the ball and ran away when 6 people came running at him.)

This tropers best friend had an epic one. This troper, aforementioned best friend (K), a girl(M) who K had had a crush on for ages, and her boyfriend(D) (who we had been told by M that he had hit her) were sat in a bar having a drink when, purely by accident, M spilled her drink, provoking a tirade from D about how stupid she was and other things that don't really belong here, suffice to say reason you such speech is an understatement, when suddenly D punched M in the face. This troper was in a state of shock, mainly because he and K are completely against violence towards women but caused K to get up, stare with a fury that this troper has never seen before at D and deliver a speech along the lines of "Listen to me you fucking ape(K is a raging misanthrope and refers to people he doesn't like as apes), I don't care who you are, I don't care that you're in a relationship with a girl I've had feelings for for ages, but you do not EVER! HIT! A! WOMAN!" At this point D had gotten up and threw a punch at K (who happens to be a black belt in some form of martial art, this troper cant remember the style) who took it in the cheek. K immediately hops backwards into a fighting stance with one leg slightly raised and calls D a dumbass for what hes done (according to English law, self defence is only a valid defence when used in response to an attack or the fear of an imminent attack, in effect D had justified Ks next actions by using force), causing D to move forwards to punch, only to be met with a kick to the side of the head, K to move into a new stance, then on Ds next charge, duck under the hook, deliver a series of chain punches to the stomach, grabbing Ds arm, breaking it over his shoulder and throwing D over the same shoulder in a windmill motion. On turning to M to check if she was OK, the barman came over and told him to stay where he was and that the police were on their way, causing this troper to pull out a law revision guide (I'm a law student and had been to a tutorial and hadn't went home yet) and quote the legal principals regarding self defence, pointing out that the bars CCTV footage would show D threw the first punch and kept on coming, legitimating Ks use of force, and that any charges wouldn't stand up in court. However M asked us to wait so that we could speak to the police, she pressed charges against D (specifically for battery). A CrowningMomentOfAwesome for M for finally standing up to a long time abuser, and one for K for (stupidly) blindingly ignoring the law to deal with a grade-A scumbag.

This troper is a average chess player and a very poor tactician, so beating the teacher in charge of the school's chess club, who had been unbeaten prior to that game, qualifies as this in my book. Did I mention the teacher is in his thirties and I'm eighteen in May? Oh, and I only really got into chess in April 2010, when I played for the first time in two years and managed to beat my dad, who had consistantly won against me since I was about eight (he tried to teach me the rules and, on the most part, was successful, although tactics didn't form at all), three times (the fourth one, I lost by a foolsmate: ask a chess expert if you don't know what that is, but it is a spectaculally embarassing thing to happen at the best of times). Granted, the game in question was roughly our thirtieth, but all of the other games had been consistant losses, so make of that what you will.

I also remembered a second one: I once was playing Gen 1 Pokemon and had to fight the rival prior to fighting Team Rocket in the town of the sixth gym (sorry about poor terminology, not played Gen 1 Pokemon for over six months). Now, I wasn't have a particularly good battle and, by the time I got to his last pokemon (a level 40 or so Garydos), I had a level 15 or so Oddish. I BEAT THE RIVAL WITH IT. Cue feeling of awesomeness and laughing so hard that I had to turn off the game (after saving, of course) to recover myself enough to continue.

I once got into an argument with another user in a YouTube comments page. I don't quite remember exactly what it was about, but the guy presented the evidence to his side and as I read through it, I cam to realize that he was right and I was wrong. I told him so, and said "forget I said anything". Yes, that's right. The guy ''won an argument ON THE INTERNET''.

You made me curious, what was the argument about?

An NPC enemy in a DungeonsAndDragons game this troper was running had one. Said NPC is a 5th level mage. The party was made up of 5 characters, all at least 6th level, most fighters or some variant thereof. NPC attacks them (intended to be a relatively easy fight) and proceeds to ''completely wipe the floor with them'', actually killing two. The best part? They ''never dealt him any damage''. '''At all'''. Obviously, said NPC will have to become a recurring villain, since he's just too awesome to waste (and my players will want revenge...).

Ok, this is a very minor one for this troper, and i don't even remember it as it was in pre-school. Anyways, this troper was always a shy, meek, push around type kid at that time. Until one moment where another kid decided to come up and take his lunch snack donut. This troper however, was fed up, walked over, pushed the other kid down and proceded to reclaim the donut, never to be bothered again. Untill my inner geek came out in elementary school.

This troper has a story back in high school. This involves some degree of setup as well. His brother (J) was given hell throughout high school until one day everything changed. It started when J got into a fight with a kid (C) who was making fun of him for ink stains on his shirt. He lost out to C, was completely humiliated and decided to hit back next time. The following day, C was pratting about outside of class. J walked up to him and said "full of yourself aren't you?" C replied "I'm good looking, I'm funny, I'm clever, I'm a big hit with the ladies so yeah, I am full of myself. How many ladies have you had today? Or can't you count to zero". At this point, J pointed his finger at the C and said "watch your mouth" but before he'd even finished his sentence, J closed his fist belted C hard in the nose. C looked completely shocked as his nose began to bleed and furiously tried to get at him but he was already walking away saying "I'm walking away, what more do you want?" J walked straight to the principal's office and told her exactly what he'd done so it was impossible to punish him. That's not all however as J also had his photo taken for the school newsletter due to a a recent (coincedental) trophy win with the bloodstains had to be digitally removed from his shirt. J gained new respect with people coming up to him congratulating him (since C had been treating his girlfriends like crap.) There's no ill feeling between J and C nowadays but the bloodstains from the nosebleed are still on the floor.

Many years ago, in California, a young black boy (the only one in his class, if This Troper is correct) was asked by the teacher what do you call someone who likes to set fires. The accepted term at the time was "firebug." The boy's answer? "Pyromaniac." The exact term caught the teacher by surprise, to say the least. That little boy? This Troper's father.

This Troper's high school had a competition between the four years called Color Games. The seniors had ''always'' won. (Using first person from this point.) My freshman year, the two teachers who served as our coaches encouraged us to challenge that status quo, telling us we could win it. (This was a crowning moment for them too, because they went to bat for us, hard.) Everyone else said all the freshman coaches said that, it wasn't true, and the seniors would win anyway. We won. We also went on to win a second year in a row, and though we lost junior year due to our own arrogance, we came back to take it again senior year - incidentally, we were the first senior class to win since the year we broke tradition to begin with, as the sophomores won our junior year. I also had a personal crowning moment as a freshman, being the more active half of the duo that completely trounced our sophomore opponents in the English academic competition. But when they announced on the PA that the seniors had taken second place, meaning the freshmen had won... My classroom, and all the other freshman classes, literally exploded in cheers. We also had Torment The Freshmen day in February rather than September, but it was worth it.

The top crowning moment of the entire first win was this. In most things, you competed directly with the year right above or below you. So the freshmen were only meant to face sophomores. The final set of competitions were various athletic ones, including tug-of-war. Then it was sprung on us that there would be a second tug-of-war between the freshmen and the seniors. Fourteen and fifteen year olds vs. seventeen and eighteen year olds. The freshmen won, and that is how we clinched the games.

This isn't much, but... a girl in my grade who was sort of my friend (friends of friends) made a video and entered it in this contest. She won an honorable mention, so we watched her video on the morning announcements. A kid in my German class, who is possibly the biggest Jerkass anyone will ever meet, started making fun of it and making stupid comments. Now, I normally don't say much, just kind of exist, but I told him to SHUT UP. I got a round of applause.

This Troper has a peak, albeit long-inactive, rating in competitive Scrabble of 1149. For perspective, the cutoff for "intermediate" is 1200, and it's 1600 for "expert," though many people consider "true experts" at 1700+. And yet, my record against players rated 1900+ (and I'm taking from the time of the actual match, since ratings can fluctuate wildly) is 2-1. One win was in a club game against someone who once finished 2nd in a National Scrabble Competition, and the other was in an online game against someone who once finished 5th in that same competition (different year). The fact that my online win was quickly followed by a rematch where I got curbstomped by over 200 points did little to dampen my [=CMoA=].

Back in my Sophomore year of High School we had a Soccer Unit for our Gym class. This unit takes place during the rainiest part of the year, between February and April, and even though it peaks 112 F in the summer, it rains like hell here during that time, and the field we play on gets incredibly muddy. Now, then I was only about 140 pounds, tall, thin and lanky, and I wasn't a fan of running around, I also live in a town that is mostly Hispanic, and they are soccer nuts, which means most of my class mates were exceptionally good at the sport, and I was white and a total nerd. So while it was pouring outside, the other time thought it was a good idea to play dirty. And I had been tripped a few times, so by then I was covered in mud, we needed to make a final push to the goal to break the tie, and I had blocked one of there kicks and began to run it back, and about half way, someone tried to trip me. THIS time, I anticipated it and jumped over the kids body, landed on my right arm, rolled, and got back up with out missing a step and went on to score. That was my CM of A... I am also now a mud child. :3

This troper is ''not'' athletic. In fact, the only physical exertion I'm halfway decent at is running, because of my rather extreme pacing habit. Nevertheless, two of my three Crowning Moments of Awesome were both pulled off at a YMCA during our makeshift Homeschool Co-op P.E. Class, and the third was during a dodgeball game a couple years later.

The first was during a soccer game. Since I was hardly agressive, and ''not'' athletic, I was placed on defense. My primary strategy was to wait until the ball was kicked my way, and slam it to the other side of the field. In this particular game, the ball came my way and I kicked it ''over the heads of the other players, off the roof of the arena we were playing in, and straight into the goal of the other team.'' We lost the game in terms of score, but not in terms of sheer win.

The second was during a game of ultimate frisbee in the aforementioned roofed arena. I had taken the habit of running to the goal area of the field, in order to attempt to catch a long-range frisbee throw. This actually scored a lot of goals for our team, and became our regular tactic. The [=CMoA=] came when one throw went way too high for me to catch. (I was over 6 ft. tall at the time, to give you an idea.) My solution? ''I actually attemted, and succeded, in wall-jumping and catching the frisbee.'' We won that game. Overwhelmingly.

The last Moment was during a game of Dodgeball, the only game I'm good at because I'm quite good at dodging. I had recently moved to a new state, so my opponents had not yet realised that fact. they started to pick it up after I dodged every shot thrown at me for an entire match, but they didn't quite grasp it until near the end of the match. In a not-uncommon situation, I was the last person still in play on my team. In a slightly less common variation, they had all 6 dodgeballs on their side. They decided that the best way to end the game was to throw them all at once, which they did. ''I dodged every single one of them.'' We lost, of course, but the reactions from everyone present was well worth it.

A recent exam in this Troper's Web Architecture class didn't go well for most people. Roughly a quarter of the class failed it, with about half of the remaining three quarters barely averting failure. This Troper aced it. Whereas he was definitely a Memetic (Academic) Badass amongst his fellow CIS students before, this particular moment basically mega-confirmed and immortalized it.

Not as awesome as some of the other examples on this page, but here it goes. This troper frequently plays dodgeball in P.E class. He dodged 27 balls in a row and was not out the entire game. To this day he is almost always the last one standing on his team, and his earned himself quite a reputation. If only his aiming skills were better...

This troper has had 2 in his life. The first one:

My mom decided to take me and my brother to a comedy show in Norfolk, VA. But these weren't just normal comedians, oh no. These comedians were COLIN MOCHRIE and BRAD SHERWOOD. So we went it, took our seat, and the show started. I laughed my ass off, of course. But then Brad Sherwood asked for young audience participation (I was 11 at the time.) I didn't want to go, because I was shy and thought I was ugly. But my brother shoved me up there, and both Brad and Colin came up to me and shook my hand. Colin says, "What's your name, son?" I said, "Bowen." He then turned to the audience and said, "EVERYBODY, GIVE A HAND FOR BOWEN!" Cue the audience standing up and distributing thunderous applause. I decided to wear a mile-wide grin for the rest of the night.

The Second one is video game related: Super Smash bros. Brawl, to be specific. Keep in mind I DIDN'T EVEN OWN THE GAME! Anyways, my friends picked Ike and Meta Knight. I picked LUCAS. Smash balls on very low, no items, Final Destination. I get my ass handed to me, but I returned most of it. Now, my damage levels were at about 210%, and Ike and Meta Knight's were at about 50%. Lo and Behold, a smash ball decided to show its face, and while Ike was spamming aethers and Meta Knight was tornadoing everywhere, trying to get it, I jumped up and snatched the Smash Ball. Jumping once again, I called it in, not even sure if it happened. I shut my eyes in anticipation, But then I heard: "PK! STARSTORRRRRRRM!" Cue my opponents getting owned, and the announcer shouting "GAME!" I opened my eyes, and it said: and the winner is! LUCAS! Once again, I threw on a giant grin for the rest of the night.

This troper was once playing BlackJack at school during lunch. I had never played BlackJack before but understood the game. It went something like this

"Hit me. Hit me. Hit me." "Dude, if you have anything but an ace on the other side of that card, you're definitely gonna bust." "Hit me." He gives me the card, and in silence I reveal that I did have an ace. I won that game.

This troper once had to deal with a troll on his site, after perma banning him, the troll responded with some rather nasty attacks, and I decided to respond with one of the greatest comebacks i have ever written

"Dear Troll

You seem to be wallowing in your own self pity so much that you believe you are a victim or hero. You are a victim like a criminal is a victim of the justice system and I’ll explain why.

1: I was receiving multiple requests to permanently ban you from the site and I attempted to ignore it. How ever I continued to receive more and more requests before I finally allowed -tropers friend- to remove you from the site. Tell me if you were doing nothing wrong why did I get multiple requests to have you permanently banned?

2: Your idea that you can shut down my site by reporting it to main HQ operates on flawed logic. What reasons do you have besides me allowing you to be permanently banned? Its my site, that means I am allowed to do what I want since my family pays to keep it running, I could permanently ban anyone without any reason if I wanted to. Also what kind of hero tries to shut down a site and ruin a lot of people’s fun just to get back at one person.

3: nearly everyone on the site dislikes you now. This should be obvious considering that the members are the ones that wanted you removed from the site not me, it was their vote, I merely gave them what they wanted.

4: You still need to work on your grammar, its best to work this out before sending me a threat. You also shouldn’t use swears, it makes you seem like an immature brat.

5: I hate people that pretend to be the good guys, they’re always stuck in their self pity and won’t realize that no one else thinks they’re the good guys and that they are much worse than they believe. I have no problems admitting I’m a complete monster that crawled out of disgusting muck from the darkest corners of this earth, how ever I won’t let my site and my friends be threatened by some one that thinks he’s a hero and deserves everything when is just as bad as me.

6: so lastly in summary of all this. You bastard (for threatening to shut down the site just to get back at me regardless of how innocent people might get hurt) and You suck (as well as your grammar, manners and everything you stand for)."

A bit Nerdy, but This troper scored the median on her ACTs and SATs. She's in 7th grade, and she didn't study at all.

This troper among other female tropers passed humans through their bodies. That is our moment of awesome. Sometimes, we even have multiple [=CMOAs=]. Happy Mother's Day!

This tropette, who isn't one to do any spontaneous things, recently particpated in a scavenger hunt. And one of the tasks required for the hunt was to hunt for pirate coins around a large fountain in the centre of town. Seeing as how my vision is crap at night (when the hunt took place) and I really wanted my team to win, I literally dove into the fountain to fish out the coins that we needed to finish the task. We didn't get a prize and I had to sit through a showing of The Goonies in soaking wet clothes, but gaining the admiration of my team was priceless.

It's kind of a small moment. A few years ago, my father and I were sitting on the backyard, talking about something. We hear a slight crash in my neighbors yard. I look up, and I see a tuft of white fur laying on top of an air conditioning block. I told my dad an animal fell. Cue dad launching himself over three fences in 4 seconds flat and rushing over. (It was a bunny, his face was bleeding, but he'd be fine. We let him into the wild after a week or two when he was better.) Let me remind you that my dad was 42, and has a metal artificial hip. He's such a badass though.

This troper (I/me) feels she got (a small) one in 12th grade. I was in concert choir and for our concert, we were doing something new: have two songs, one just for the boys and one just for the girls. The boys got Can't Help Falling In Love With You (which was my choir teacher and his wife's wedding song). We (the girls) got a song called Frobisher Bay which is about a crew on a whaler's ship freezing to death while on a whaling trip. It's a very beautiful song, which just made the events leading up to my CrowningMomentOfAwesome all the more irritating. See, there were these girls in my section (Soprano I) who, after class and after concerts, would jokingly sing portions of whatever song we were doing at the time extremely loud and off-key, and sometimes just outright badly. It usually wasn't a big deal, and most of the girls were otherwise perfectly nice people. One of them, whom we'll called A, though, could be incredibly obnoxious, and she's the one who triggered this. So it was after the concert, and I was walking to the parking lot with a friend of mine and her mom, who was driving me home. A was walking next to me since her car was in the same area, and she was singing Frobisher Bay in that horribly off-key, obnoxious tone because it was haha so funny, and for some reason, at that moment, it finally got to me. So I turned to her and gave her the absolute strongest DeathGlare I could muster. She immediately shut up, muttered an apology and high tailed it out of there.

This troper HATES rugby, so much so that, at the end of year 11, he said "Thank goodness I don't have to play rugby ever again." In one game, he had the ball, and was running. Then got tackled, within arms reach of the touch line. Instead of dropping the ball behind him, he reached out, and plonked it just the other side of the touch line. [=CMoA=] kinda ruined when the other kids said it didn't count, but it did, as it was within 3 seconds of the fall. Needless to say, I felt proud of myself.

I also pulled one today. Annoying kid walks up to me, after distracting me repeatedly. I. Just. Stare. Crossed with CrowningMomentOfFunny when he backs away and runs around the nearby corner.

Not this troper personally, but a mumber of her favourite band. A few years ago, the singer decided it would be a good idea to jump off a rather high speaker stack. He landed badly, and broke his knee. He still finished the set on his back underneath the keyboard.

Same troper as above. Also not her personally, but a close friend. Walking home from school, and some girls in the year below decide to start pulling my friends (rather long) hair. Said friend turned around, and hit them with a cushion she had brought in for a drama peformance.

Three from this troper:

A member of my {{Nakama}} (centred around [[Fanfic/LivingWithDanger]] of all things) succeeded in calling the British emergency services from ''Kentucky'', I still don't know exactly how, in order to prevent me from committing suicide. An honourable mention goes to the police who responded to the call, who stayed calm and professional throughout, despite the fact I had a knife in my hand and that this took place mere days after a fellow police officer was stabbed to death in the high street. (And yes, I do feel bad about doing that with the benefit of hindsight and professional help.)

A few years after that, I got to pay it onwards. A good friend came on AIM one evening in a foul mood, having learned his girlfriend had been cheated on him. We talked, I gave him what advice I could and he seemed a little happier by the time he signed off. I found out later that he'd had a .38 in his lap the whole time, and that without my intervention he would have put it to his head.

More recently, my next-door-neighbour's particularly unpleasant ex tricked his way into the building and then her apartment. Immediately, the ''entire population of the building'' all but broke out the TorchesAndPitchforks, and when the police arrived they weren't sure if they were arresting him or saving his life. Mrs Sullivan from Number 23 also gets aspecial mention for talking a certain hotheaded TV Tropes affectionado down from going after the son of a bitch with a kitchen knife.

This troper has been teased and bullied all of his life ever since he was a kid, and has somehow remained an {{Iron Woobie}} but one thing I loved to do was watch professional wrestling. The Rock's confidence and Jerk ass-iness I instantly fell in love with, not realizing that I loved him because of it. And when he left, I was a tad upset. I still watched wrestling. On the day of 2/14/11, I was horribly bullied that day. But that happens to me every day... but then my Mom told me my grandmother died. I didn't know what to do. The only thing that I had left to look forward to was Monday Night Raw. Then the guest host of Wrestlemania 27 was revealed. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME.... THE HOST OF WRRRRRRESTLEMANIA 27... insert MANY {{Beat}}s .............. IF YA WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKING! I was...ecstatic. But then he said something that changed my life forever: #QUOTE#'''The Rock''': This arena held The Rock's first match at a Wrestlemania. But... he was NERVOUS. That's right, The Rock was nervous! But...something happened that night. The Rock decided TO BRING IT! And that night was the unofficial birth of Team Bring It. But The Rock is not the only ones on Team Bring It. You are all on Team Bring It! When you're on Team Bring It, you knock down doors! YOU KICK DOWN WALLS! And if anybody tells you can't..... you take all your fears! your insecurities! Your faults and your flaws, you shine em up real nice, YOU TURN THOSE SONS OF BITCHES SIDEWAYS, AND STICK EM UP THEIR CANDY ASSES!! Thanks to The Rock I'm gonna hit the YMCA every night from now on, push my limits no matter how hard it hurts and become the strong, confident, snarky {{Bad Ass}} I've always wanted to be.

Using repeated searches on Amazon UK to trick the system so that people searching for James Blunt saw first "wanker", then "tedious wanker" as related search terms. And getting it reported in The Register among other places. Hilariously, some people actually thought it was Blunt's own PR people trying to pull off a marketing stunt!

One time, this troper got pushed around by a bully at school. Having had enough he gathered his Nakama and challenged the bully. The smug jerk, thinking he was guranteed victory, accepted. We met on the roof of the school after class. He Begun by taunting me about the PTSD he knew I had. Suddenly, his goons grabbed my friends. Having been forced to a fight, I moved into my fighting stance. He Began to change. I stood relaxedly, simply informing him that "The predator is now the prey." He slowed. I stared him down. The bully, outmatched.Suddenly He Began to reveal he knew about my aspergers and asexuality too. That was my berserk button. I attacked, a staggering barrage that laid him low. Knowing defeat, He Began to crawl away, as his friends stared in awe. "This kid.. is.. inhuman..". I walked towards his friends and snapped a pencil as I would their spines Heh. They gathered their wounded leader, and I rested, knowing that justice had prevailed.

Recently, I was shopping in Target and, in my boredom, began to sing A Little Fall of Rain from {{Les Miserables}}. However, when I reached Marius' part, someone joined in. And we sang the entire duet in the middle of Target. And we were applauded. And I have no idea who he was, but he was amazing...

My last day of freshman year was today. We had only two of our classes, because we had first and third period on Thursday. So today we had second and fourth block. My second block is German, and we we're going to sing karaoke. However, the math teacher next door complained a few days before when the seniors had to sing, for they graduated on thursday, rather than Friday. So here's where it gets interesting. See, this math teacher happened to be Polish and this is a German class next door having a wonderful time. Cue pent up butthurt over Germany invading Poland twice, as one of the seniors said after they finished their song. Because of this, the German finals today were reduced to having to answer two questions per person. However, if I didn't get in a special asignment, I would fail. Cue a girl in class who is normally mean to me, giving me an unsigned duplicate of her's. Here's where it get's better. My German teacher's policy is that if an assignment is unsigned, then whoever get's it and signs it first becomes the paper's rightful owner. Cue me get a marker and signing my first name on it and turning it in. I had to go to English next, and after the lunch bell rang, I called home so my mother could bring in an origami phoenix(Japanese, not Arabian). After lunch I was expecting to get called to the office to pick it up. I didn't. So cue me taking the English final and having to go to the library to finish it. It was there I found out my librarian is a devout Dr. Who fan. From the first episode back in 1963. After I finished the final, I got into a long nerd talk with him. Once that was finished, I gave him a link to my normal forum, and I left with pride. I ran back to class, and asked my teacher if I could sing the song I had planned for German. She said yes, but when I mentioned that I'd need the computer so I could project the video and read the lyrics with the background music playing, she said no. This made break down. I sat in a chair and cried silently in anger and disapointment. When people gathered 'round, the teacher left the room and sent me across the hall to the special needs teacher. I explained my situation and she asked if I could sing the song to her. I had her search the song. As soon as the search finished, I was called to the office. There, I got the origami phoenix, and soon claases were called out after I had gotten back to her class. I walked to the hallway and when I saw my crush, I rushed to her, and poked her back. She turned around, and I gave her the phoenix. This is where the awesome kicks in. As I rushed back to sing the song, I sang in perfect harmony with the band. The Song? "Man on Fire", by The Megas. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khgrybkBnzM&feature=related So this is what I realized as I got home, very symbolic in a way. I gave my crush a phoenix, a bird reborn in fire, and I sang a song that have to do with getting even and fire. I have become a metaphorical phoenix. This also counts as a crowning moment of heartwarming. And now David After Dentist is on the Tyra Banks Show.

So this troper was in gym class one day and they were playing a variation of dodge ball. There are people on both sides of the court, and you have to be super alert to try and not to get hit. Since I am probably one of the worst kids in my class at sports, nobody was trying to hit me because they were getting the good people out first. So I decided to have fun with It and I started moon-walking across the court, just because I can. I never got hit. But, it was nearing the last moments of the game, and was one of the few people left on the court. Suddenly, a cocky guy behind me shouted and threw a ball at me, cue bullet time. I did the freekin' Michael Jackson spin and dodged the ball by a centimeter. The guy who threw it had a dumbstruck look on his face. We won the round.

I have two from my earth/environmental class:

Being the teacher's object of hatred for accidental tardiness (by a couple seconds) and untrue accusations of breaking the dress code for being tall and skinny. Fed up, with the BS I'd been putting up with the entire semester (and wearing pants ''every day'') from said teacher on our exam day I wore a pair of ridiculously short shorts. Cue a stunned expression of horror on said teacher before being sent to the office. I was laughing the entire way there.

Having lived in the DeepSouth beauty pageants are the big thing for a portion of teenage girls. Being someone who viewed them as vapid and ridiculous, I tended to clash with people on this subject including a girl who was painfully active in pageants. Being somewhat tight-lipped about my opinions the last straw came when she wore her crown to earth/environmental. And so I grabbed a tiara from my old dress up chest, wore to school next day, and when said girl asked what it was for I proceeded to go a long tangent of a pageant I'd won for having a brain. It was a fun day.

Recently, this troper's school did a production of LesMiserables, which this troper loves. However, she didn't think she would be able to hit some of the girl's notes, and so, figuring she wouldn't get a part anyway, she said "What the hell" and auditioned for her favorite character: Javert. It was the most auditioned for role. This troper got the part anyway. And after seeing her go, several people decided not to even try for the part. This troper has never been more proud of herself in her life.

This troper's dad recently had one. This troper woke up at 7:00 in the morning and was trying to, shall we say, find loopholes in his computer's parental controls. He clicked on one image and got a message saying that his computer was infected with a virus. He needed a password to download the antivirus software and didn't know what it was, so he went downstairs to consult his dad. Not only did his dad show him that the virus was just a practical joke set up by the bastards who set up the site, but he also deleted any files on my computer that might cause him problems in the future. Since this troper already considers his dad to be a living-embodiment-of-awesome, who would beat the living shit out of anyone who tried to hurt me or my twin brother, he felt this had to go on this page.

About two to three years ago I went to this hall where they were showing lots of short, different plays, many of the actors being students or teachers (it was in a school). One of the plays was The Wizard of Oz. The girl playing Dorothy - who couldn't have been much older than twelve at the time - at one point fell off the stage and hit her head; she must have fallen at least three feet. She ran backstage crying, and the other actors stood about awkwardly, improvising some lines to keep the play going. Not even a minute later, the girl ''walked back on stage and continued the play''. She got a HUGE round of applause from everyone in the audience when she did this. And at the end of the show, when all the actors walked onto the stage, the girl got another huge round of applause when she walked on. It was also a CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming.

On this troper's track team, there is a runner who is colorblind. Apparently, some tool thought it was okay to mock him for this. However, his blantant asshattery gave us this memorable exchange, which doubles as a CrowningMomentofFunny: #QUOTE#'''Tool''': Heh heh, so you're colorblind? #QUOTE#'''Runner''': Yes. . . #QUOTE#'''Tool''': Hah hah! So, uh, what color is my shirt? #QUOTE#'''Runner''': Douchbag blue.

Recently, this troper's home was broken into. At around 1:30am, this troper walked into his kitchen to get a glass of water (sore throats FTL) while a burglar broke the lock on the back door. Now, being "face to face" with a man in my kitchen, this troper did what any sane man would do: he ripped the microwave of the counter and threw it at the burglar. It broke his shoulder and left him open, so I pinned him down and called 911 on my cellphone.

This troper has had several moments which count. One example was when this troper, age 6 and playing in his backyard with a toy crossbow that shot nerf pellets, was accosted by the resident bully who basically threatened his way into ordering everyone around. He'd climbed this troper's fence, and started throwing rocks and sticks at me. #QUOTE#'''Me''': Sticks and stones won't break my bones, because unfortunately your aim sucks. My aim, on the other hand... I then shot said bully in the face three times with my crossbow, and sent him running away. This troper felt awesome for the following week.

Another awesome moment was when a neighborhood dick lorded how awesome he was over this troper and his five-man nakama. We got tired of it, and sent him packing with a BFG Squirtgun that fired off massive blasts of water that hurt like hell. Said dick grew extremely pissed off, and ran down the circle this troper lives on, turning the corner and going back to his house. A few minutes later, he suddenly came running on the street on a roaring rampage of revenge wielding a ten foot wooden pole. This Troper's brother ran into the house, and emerged just as the enraged dick arrived, carrying an armful of toy swords, lightsabers, etcetera, and handed them out of all five of us. A curb stomp battle of epic proportions ensued as we all evaded the dick's frenzied swipes and counterattacked with quick lunges and such. This was ramped up to eleven when our five-man band's token evil teammate and lancer got pissed off due to his little brother getting hurt, disarmed said dick, caught the massive wooden pole, and proceeded to go on a no-holds-barred beatdown that lasted several minutes and ended with the dick running away covered in bruises and said lancer throwing the pole like a javelin and striking the dick in the back of the head, causing him to faceplant into the concrete. He ran away crying pitifully. Disproportionate retribution indeed.

Before her CharacterDerailment, this troper believed her best friend to be Queen of Awesome. Since none of you know her in real life, (I hope), I can safely tell you that she saw her dad commit suicide at a young age, her mother go through a parade of horrible boyfriends, her sisters waste away their lives/money, was mistreated by her bitchy paternal grandmother and still managed to be a strong, independent, mature young woman who had my UndyingLoyalty for being the first person outside of my family to defend me from bullies in all the years of my life. Even teachers ignored it or told them off half-assedly. She managed to pass her exams with very high grades despite being absent for what seemed like half the school year. It's a shame she had such low self-esteem and wouldn't believe me when I told her how talented she was. She dropped out next year due to her attendance. Her life got even worse and I couldn't talk to her at all without ending in her getting angry at something and me quietly disagreeing with her increasingly cynical world views. I've lost all contact with her.

I also had my own, minor one about a year ago. Compared to hers, it's nothing, really, but I was pressed-ganged into joining this maths competition. To explain, it was multiple choice- you get 4 points for each correct answer, 0 for ignoring the question and -1 for every wrong answer. I didn't get most of the questions. I tried to solve them all and picked the choices closest to the answers I got, then guessed the ones I had no idea how to solve. I got 75 out of 100, the highest in the school, beating two older pupils who were taking more advanced courses. I kept the paper and, looking back, I don't remember what I did. And maths is my worst subject.

Also, another minor one: back in the good old days my best friend and I were walking home from school when some idiot who's younger than us decided it would be funny to put his juice bottle in my friend's hood. Without thinking I grabbed it, threw it so hard at his forehead he nearly toppled backwards (from a half empty plastic bottle!) and turned back round to resume our conversation, all without breaking my stride.

This may not really constitute for a CMoA, but when this troper (continuing in first person) was eight years old, I closed my fingers on a fly zooming right towards my face. I closed my eyes putting my hands in front of me and when I opened them, I discovered the fy the space between my ring finger and pinkie. I opened my fingers and it dropped onto the floor, shocked for a few moments before flying away. I am now in uni and am still proud of that moment.

Well, this troper just got home from church. What was the awesome moment? Glad you asked! I have only had one driving lesson to date, and my mother is allergic to the insects that float around the church. So I did what any respectable young man should do... I played the battle theme for Final Fantasy battle theme from XII and charged to the car with keys in hand. I single-handedly maneuvered the car through the crowded parking lot to the front of the church and my mom dashed into the car just in time to avoid the insects. Guess what music played after mom closed the door? The victory fanfare from Final Fantasy. Minor moment, but still awesome!

This Troper's 9th grade Global History class was watching Mulan at the end of the year. that isn't the awesome part. the awesome part was that when "I'll Make a Man out of You" started, the entire class, with the exception of the two people in the room who had not seen the movie before, started singing along. The teacher clapped at the end of that song.

This Troper went to Nemacon 2011 (North East Manga and Anime convention in the uk) and the entire event was a CMoA, but it's what I done on the second day of the two day event that made it here.

During the charity auction, the last item was being sold off. the people on stage said "it's an open bet, what should it start at?". Well i just stood forward, prepaired myself and just shouted '''OVER NINE TTHHOOUUSSAAAAAAAAAANNDD!!!!!''' Well, EVERYONE turned towards my general direction. what makes it funnier, is that it all went quiet and my voice was all that could be heard inside the (absolutely massive) main room, and stayed quiet for a few seconds afterward, before everyone burst out laughing. it counts as both a CMoA, AND a CMoF

This troppett's dentist actually had the staring part in the MoA. I'm a bit of a nerd, as evident by the fact that my text message notification noise is the original Star Trek Communicator noise. You know the one, the chirp when it was flipped open? So there I am, numb to the gills, drill in the mouth, and what happens? Yeah, the phone goes off (I had it in the chair with me. I was actually waiting for a text. My dentist has a tendency to walk off during the exam to visit other patients, so I leave my phone with me.) Without missing a beat, my dentist goes "Bridge to Captain Kirk." Que me nearly choking to death laughing. While it was totally at my expense, I have to say, that was a MoA on his part.

Yours truly already has a personal pair of moments of awesome on this page, but now here's one that I just learned about today: I went to the local Resident Magistrate's Court downtown to get stories for my newspaper. While waiting for the session to start, I was chatting with a fellow court reporter, who informed me of a situation that took place sometime recently. Apparently she was taking notes on a particular case (domestic abuse) and the guilty man made a request that his name not be written down. So the court clerk, who we'd normally expect would know better, tells the judge that the man has requested that the reporter not write down his name. The judge's response, paraphrased: #QUOTE# '''Why?''' It's not our duty to control what comes in the paper.

And it's even more awesome because a lot of the clerks of court have been acting very bitchy to us reporters. For any troper who works in the media and has experienced the difficulty of acquiring correct information from douche-bag officials, this ought to be utterly satisfying.

This troper had a CMOA when she was around 4 or so. My maternal grandfather is deaf and never had a proper education, so every member of every other branch of my maternal family looks down on us, and didn't believe that I could read when I was 4. Cue the stunned looks as they presented me with a bookshop-new children's Bible and I proceeded to rattle off the words on the first page without any help from my parents. Oh yeah. Life was good.

This troper remembers a memorable CMOA that a close relative of his (who will be referred to as John) had in his GCSE year. John had been bullied at school pretty badly for a lot of his time there and never really came off better. He'd lost a fight the previous day and had been completely humiliated. However, his tormentor (who will be referred to as Barry) was showing off as the class lined up outside a classroom for their next lesson and John had decided previously that he was going to hit Barry instead of hold back as the teachers had always told him to never take the law into his own hands which never ever worked. He commented on how Barry was full of himself. Barry smugly replied in a "I'm smart, funny, big hit with the ladies and you haven't because you're a loser" kind of way. John pointed at Barry's face and said "Watch your mouth" but before he'd even finished saying the word "mouth", he closed his fist and punched him square on the nose. As Barry realised in horror what had just happened and his nose began to bleed, John was already walking away. Barry furiously tried to get him to turn around and have another go to which the relative replied "I'm walking away, what more do you want?" John immediately admitted himself to the headmistress(principal)'s office and admitted what he'd done. According to the headmistress, It was impossible to punish him as he'd already apologised. Both John and Barry resolved things pretty quickly, John was never messed with again and all the "girlfriends" of Barry who he claimed he was a big hit with all came up to John in the following days, thanking him for his actions as Barry had really been treating them all like crap.

This troper was often late for school, and in fact my name rhymes with 'late.' Only once has this been fashionable. I arrived to first-period English, taught by a teacher who didn't really like me much, to see the entire class turn around and look at me. I sat down, confused, until the teacher explained that she'd just informed the class that our scores for the [=FCAT=] ("Florida Comprehensive Assessment Test") Writing had come in, and not only did I have the highest score in the class, I was the only to score in the top percentile.

This Troper and four of my fellow students were able to beat two middle aged teachers, and a five-person team of girls in a game of Tug-O-War during Field Day. Twice.

Kingdom Hearts 1, level 66, Expert Mode, Sephiroth. I won. I was so freaking happy, and I felt so freaking awesome ^_^

This troper attended a Latin convention in Colorado, from her online class (the teacher lived in Colorado, so we were registered as being Colorado students). There were twelve of us. Most of us were jetlagged from our flights in. We did spectacularly well in all our competition events - despite being up against much larger, non-jetlagged groups. Our Certamen team, particularly, did absolutely awesome - they placed second in a tiebreaker against the favorite to win everything.

So, my great-great-grandfather, before he had any kids, was in a war, I can't remember which. The thing is, while there, he was shot through the head and survived!

This troper has been forced to deal with an abusive brother. Once before taking a dog on a walk, her brother was punching her and getting in her face for not doing it earlier. This troper's response? Knee him in the groin and proceed to use the leash as a whip. He was surprised by this sudden revolt against him and was dragged away by her grandmother. He's been terrified of getting too close to this troper ever since.

This Troper, like many others if the above entries are any indication, was one of those kids who was harassed and bullied all through school. From the 1st grade all the way up to sophomore year of high school (10 years for those of you who are counting), I was mercilessly picked on, made fun of, mocked, and pranked almost every day. Every attempt I ever made to stop it was to no avail (being a pacifist and not having the guts to throw a punch certainly didn't help matters). Now, one thing to know about me is that I'm a pretty devout Christian, and I especially buy into the idea that God has a plan and that everything in life happens for a reason. Now, I didn't always believe in that; in fact, back in those 10 years, I began to severely doubt it, because I couldn't see any possible way there could be a purpose behind putting me through all this. Thankfully, after sophomore year, it pretty much stopped due to my hanging out with friends and being less of a lone wolf, the bullies growing up (maybe), and my gaining the ability to make snappy comebacks. Now, every summer, my church's high school ministry does a week-long trip to one of 4 cities in neighboring California. This Troper loved them and went on all that he could, and among the others that did were two of my friends. We'll call them by their online usernames here. One was my best friend Michola, and we showed our friendship to ourselves and others in typical guy fashion- friendly trash talking. One such other friend was Reaper, a freshman who mainly kept to himself and was fairly new to everything. One night, as we were standing around talking and waiting for dinner to be served, Michola took the friendly trash talk a little too far, and Reaper walked 10 yards away and sat by himself against a nearby fence. After a few minutes, this troper thought something about it didn't smell right, so I went over to see what was going on. After some coaxing, he finally spilled the beans. Reaper's story was almost exactly like mine; many years of being harassed and bullied endlessly in school. However, he wasn't taking it nearly as well as I had. Everything about it told me that he needed someone to talk to, like I had in years past, and who better than someone who had been there and done that? As it turns out, Reaper had been on the verge of suicide, and just by having someone who understood his pain and could guide him through it and reassure him, he got away from it. Nowadays, almost 2 years later, he's so happy and cool that I hardly recognize him. In short, this troper's experiences at the hands of bullies allowed him to rekindle somebody's will to live when it was almost run out.

This troper's best moment came when she was on vacation in Florida. She was sitting alone in the hotel's hot tub when 7 foreign boys, probably ages 8-10 came up and started splashing around the hot tub. She heard them murmur a couple of words in what was most likely Arabic, and began to splash and insult her in a mixture of broken English and supposedly Arabic. The only words I made out were: stupid American. They continued to splash and insult me. Well, I could have just walked away, or started to yell at them, but that would be giving them what they want: to get me to react, and to prove them right. Me being a stubborn human, wanted to win this, and I couldn't win by walking away. After a few minutes I came up with an idea. I was wearing sunglasses, so the boys were most likely just assuming that I was American, so I thought that the best way to solve my problem would be to prove I wasn't American (although I actually am). So, using the little, broken Spanish I know, I said: No comprendo. Hablo Español. After that, the boys looked at each other, apologized, and left me alone for the rest of the day.

A shared CMoA, but many of the popular girls at our school make fun of the Japanese Club. On the second to final meeting, they crashed it and wanted to us to act out our favorite moments in Anime to "see what was so good about them." (We knew that they were just going to mock them, and no teacher was present). Cue me and another girl reenacting the transformation scene from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt, complete with the other girl taking off her panties and music. Afterwards, Panty-actress tossed her undergarments at them and yelled "ANARCHY, BITCHES!", and as they ran off, I screamed, "FUCK YOU, YOU FATHERFUCKERS!" The school never found out, and they didn't come back.