This troper laughs deviously all the time 'cuz of this trope.

This troper doesn't have a problem with the sunlight. He seems to have some immunity to light getting in his eyes. So why does he wear aviator sunglasses all the time? Because it makes him look awesome, of course!

This Troper has a friend with his own intricate brain child of a universe. One of the various species happens to be a gigantic squid with the ability to survive without an atmosphere. As the squids happen to range from 'larger than a planet' to 'bigger than the known universe', he came upon the challenge of 'if these creatures are so massive, then how can they move about without destroying everything in sight?' He, of course, decided that they secreted a liquid with anti-gravity properties. This also solved the problem of how other species managed to use antigrav.

This Troper, when he was in college, brought a scarf with him from home, not because it was particularly cold, but because he wanted it to flap dramatically in the wind while he rollerbladed around campus, and tied it specifically to produce this effect.

This rule explains why this troper wears a fedora and leather jacket. Sometimes strays into WhatDoYouMeanItsNotAwesome territory when these things aren't appropriate, but for the most part, awesome.

This troper prefers the thinner of her two black trenchcoats when it's windy even though she gets colder, because when it's left open it flaps in the wind and looks awesome.

This troper does the same thing with her trenchcoat too!

This Troper does it too!

This troper does the same, just with is school blazer when walking to the bus stop, paired with heavy metal on full volume from my earphones, scares most chavs away

I do the same with my Jedi Robe! IT IS AS AWESOME AS IT SOUNDS.

Jedi Robe? For The Love Of Pie tell me where you got that.

http://www.thinkgeek.com/geek-kids/7-13-years/af1b/

This troper wears a blazer inside, and no amount ''take that off, it's not a sweatshirt'' will convince her to do otherwise.

Dammit, you guys, I've been wanting a trenchcoat for at least 3 years. For precisely this reason.

Fellow trenchcoatless Troper, I can sympathize.

This Troper runs his [=DnD=] campaign off of this rule. Frost adept lizardmen, anyone?

This troper was in a D&D session a while ago which concluded with a multi-part, massive-scale fight. By the end, the rules were being bent if not outright broken left and right by both players and DM to make the most EPIC battle ever.

Your DM is awesome. That is all.

Wait a second. Did you just imply that you ''don't'' bend the rules ''regularly?'' We try not to break them, but we tend to be fairly... laid back when it comes to details. (and to re-rolling, but that's different) (have i mentioned that our DM is wrapped around my finger?)

This Troper only ever uses revolvers in video games. If it does not exist, then damn it, I'm whipping out the SDK! When asked why, he just cites that they're just better.

This troper, who is attempting to make a video game, is attempting to make sure that everything is cool, if not outright awesome. This, of course, includes bullets that cause nuclear explosions, and a character who, though he won't be in that game (but if a sequel is made, will definitely be in it), can wipe out an army by swinging a herring. Oh, and this specific character has missile launcher glasses ({{ChekhovsGun}}-type, almost certainly). I'm not sure if the characters are going to be cool enough yet, but the number of explosions in an area increases dramatically when the main character gets there. Unfortunately, none of the game's code has been made yet, but quite a bit of the planning has.

Years back, this editor created a Fair Folk race for a play-by-post RPG she frequents. The mere concept, now that she thinks about it, runs on this rule: small winged creatures with ties to elemental magic so deep it's ''in the blood''. Of course, she's now rewriting their description, and Rule Of Cool is more prominent. There was a sub-race of angel folk and a sub-race of demon folk, which were stereotyped as being good and evil respectively. But of course, LightIsNotGood and DarkIsNotEvil. Why did she note that? Well... ultimately, the reason was because of this: ''Evil angel fighting good demon. '''That is awesome.'''''

Yes. Yes it is.

this troper used to run a sci-fi RP that ran off this principle. For example, hundred-feet-tall turtle-like predators that bury themselves in the ground to hibernate, then emerge to fire harpoon-like projectiles at anything that moves. Of course, psychic powers also existed, and there was a hive-minded race of insects involved somewhere.

My brother and I were making up weapons. Our coolest idea was two flaming chainsaws on a length of chain, attached to a staff that is also on fire and shoots lightening bolts. You swing it around and hit people with one of the two flaming chainsaws, and then you can shoot lightening at them.

This troper's [=DnD=] group has managed to get away with the dragonborn warlord spitting acid into vials so the rest of the party can use ''acid grenades''. They've even been lashed to javelins to create acid-tipped spears.

Similarly, this troper was in a play by post where his necromancer was allowed an undead entourage with a CR of 2 lower than his level. Cue a level 15 dread necromancer flying into battle on a zombie (halved CR) Great rust wyrm dragon, wearing dragon-craft full plate covered in its breath and jars of the breath as well. As a result I had a mount with more health than some gods, that couldn't be harmed with metal weapons with less than a +5 and could melt any metal object. This is not mentioning that my necromancer was essentially an angel of decay via use of undead templates and feathered wings graft so it was spectacular when I began slinging around fear spells. Unfortunately it died the usual PBP death before I could make much use of the dragon.

What do you mean, {{Shadowrun}} has no rule for hacking someone's brain?

Neither does it have rules for connecting a battery to some wires and jabbing it in someone's datajack.

This troper had to write stress journal entries for one of her classes. Seeing as she didn't really have at least five stressful moments per week, she tried to cram any cool thing she could think of at that moment such as having to tag team with a shark who knew kung-fu AND wrestling while fighting against another human-shark team in a steel cage lined with fire hovering over a indoor pool. The teacher didn't mark a bad grade for any of them.

This Troper made up a simplistic strategy game with a friend to pass the time during lunch hour. It started off with just tanks and infantry, expanded into a full-on Civ-style 4X, and just grew exponentially as other people started joining in and suggesting new units. Examples included a missile-launching building, a catapult that threw clones of Chuck Norris and Bruce Lee, a infantry regiment that shot acid bullets, a general with armor made of lightsabers, and Bryan-On-Fire, a 500-foot-tall mecha that shot missiles, fire, or lasers from every orifice. The guy who made the game up with me and I won on the last day of camp by retreating to our fortress, building a railgun around it to launch it into the moon, and built a temporal null-field around it to protect us from our superweapon: a device that reset the universe to a point just after the big bang. Such was the coolness of it that no one called us on it.

I want to play that game have you put it up for download and if not why.

At a LARP session this Trooper went to we were in a "nightmare" realm created by the "Stealer of Dreams". The big boss fight for the session was a Giant Land Kraken. I don't know about you, but that's definitely cool in my book.

Richard, from the Seeds of War RP. He jumped off a ship to swim over to a ship which turned out to be a pirate ship and held his own until help arrived. He dived off again to rescue Clarice. He then inexplicably got a VERY cool looking outfit from nowhere. Yes, this troper pretty much makes each of his actions not governed by conventional common sense, but instead by RuleOfCool.

The action figure battles this troper staged as a kid where literally powered by this. Some of the more memorable things include a team of astronauts summoning {{Voltron}} to defeat Emperor Tommy, a One-Wing Gundam teaming up with Luigi to seal the gate to Walrus Cove before the Barrel of Evil Monkeys could escape, and to top it all off, the epic final battle; where Pikachu digivolved into Optimus Prime to defeat a BrainwashedAndCrazy Buzz Lightyear

It's...beautiful

Shark-Squirrel hybrid cyborgs with lasers on their heads.

In one of my Pokemon games I equipped my Gyarados with Blackglasses even though it didn't have any attacks that were boosted by it, mainly because who wouldn't want a 20 foot long sea serpent with sunglasses on their team?

This tropper found himself using 3 chess boards and a checkers one, plus lots of extra chess pieces, to play some turn based strategy game with a couple of friends, with rules out of nowhere, where only the most cool sounding won.

Monster Energy has Nitrous Monster, which is made with Nitrous Oxide. The can states rather truthfully that it's used to make cars run faster in drag racing, but in a subversion, it's also CommonKnowledge that Nitrous Oxide is... laughing gas, the same stuff that dentists use to sedate patients. This troper still drinks it anyway.

This trope was the very reason this troper chose German, rather than the BoringButPractical Spanish, as her required foreign language in high school.

For this troper, learning German was actually more of a zig-zagging of RuleOfCool in hindsight, as he actually found it handy in impressing German tourists (who spoke English anyway but still were impressed about an Australian speaking it) as well as appreciating certain German bands beginning with Rammstein and leading on to Eisbrecher, Nachtmahr and Agonoize, but was originally more about understanding his family heritage (this troper's father is part-Bavarian and this troper's mother is part-Prussian, going back as Australians before WorldWarI however, his maternal ancestors changed to a Dutch-Jewish sounding surname instead). However he did try to learn Icelandic, partly because of being an avid listener to Björk (it helped me cope with high school for some reason, but being very careful not to let slip before leaving so as to avoid being MistakenForGay - and also because he likes stuff to do with Vikings and Scandinavia in general, and thought learning the closest surviving language to Old Norse would give him some - admittedly geeky - bragging rights. However these days he's trying to learn Mandarin, which in Australia is a BoringButPractical foreign language, but to this troper no less cool for the matter he's interested in Chinese culture as well, and has often had good acquaintanceships with practically every Chinese person he's met - except for a certain one, and she was actually 3/4 White Australian and raised an Australian as well, so she doesn't count.

This Troper had a dream last night which seemed to run solely on this. At the climax, he was trapped in a huge, vaguely AlienGeometry-based, secret-passage-filled shopping centre with a fellow troper and said fellow's girlfriend, with a limited time left to steal a special cake (called the MacGuffin Muffin) from inside a locked-and-magically-sealed coffee shop in said centre, while being chased by the entire police force of the city ''and'' a manifestation of Freddy Krueger created by our antagonists. And we were separated by the stampeding shoppers trying to get away. Eventually we managed to quick-dodge our way through the police, my fellow's girlfriend held off Freddy by spectacularly {{flynning}} against him with her ''own'' knife-claw-gloves, allowing me to get away and reach my fellow with a few seconds left, at which point he threw me through the glass window high above the door of the coffee shop, and I hurtled through the shop, dragged my hand down the length of a hanging light fitting to slow myself down, swung around the wire connecting said fitting to the roof, and dropped onto several stacks of disposable cups so as to break the absurdly large fall back to the floor. And after all that, the woman at the shop just sold me the freaking Muffin.

I proudly wear a derby. I'm not a Steampunk, I don't wear anything other that is "Old timey". I just wear a derby.

Let's be honest people: This is the only reason fedoras are made.

The majority of this troper's shopping trips result in buying outfits tailored to give off this effect. For instance, she owns a leather duster, a trench coat, a fedora, several pairs of sunglasses, ridiculously high-heeled leather boots. Being a major fantasy buff, she also has a LordOfTheRings-esque sword.