This Troper performed a variation of this. On a train, I ran into two large "lads" (they called themselves that), probably around 20sh. They noticed I had an ipod, and began threatening me. I managed to get them to spend so much time insulting me (small, nerdish yr 11) that I was able to get off at my stop and talk to the platform guard. F* CK that was scary. But awesome.

You sure showed them, cowering while they threw insults at you, and then running off to a guard to take care of the mean men.

...OP was 11, what do you expect? Second, he/she kept them talking long enough to make his/her escape. It's quite awesome that an 11 year old was able to keep two very strong men at bay, while risking the chance that they could get mad or impatient and beat the shit out of him/her. But whatever. YMMV

First and last time I seriously played a Vampire Larp, the GM gave me complete freedom on the character, so I opted to play a rebel Sabbat Tzimisce vampire in Rome, where the Camerilla rules. (In short, it's like playing a cover nazi officer in room full of armed Allies, while singing a german song). When a telepathic lord uncovered my pile of secrets, he handed me to his Sheriff with orders to put me in custody while he asks directions by the Prince. He didn't care to explain him ''why'', so the Sheriff opted to bury me in the most secure cell of his manor. After ''one hour and half'' of real life bluffing, lying and pushing every button possible (including playing to be gay and lusting for the guard assigned to me, causing him to resign in disgust), I was put in a guest room with all conforts and a ''ghoul'' guard. Cue to my character to slain the ghoul, assume his face and walk away.

I once managed to pull a variation on this. A large group of my fellow students at my school were fond of targeting me and my group of friends, primarily because my family was from the WrongSideOfTheTracks and new to the area, whereas these kids were from old, rich families. When one of them was following me and a friend, harassing us, I finally wheeled around and said pleasantly, "You know, it's a real shame you're friends don't like you either. If they actually liked you, don't you think they'd hang out with you instead of having you follow me for their amusement?" Cue PowerWalk with my fellow lower-class outcasts. And they never bothered us again.

Isn't that more of a Reason You Suck Speech? You didn't really bluff your way out of anything there...

This troper went through something along these lines. I'd been through a drawn-out and painful divorce and was starting to put it behind me when the phone rang with my ex-brother-in-law on the line. I spent the next hour talking him out of murdering the man my ex-wife had been seeing behind my back.

This troper was engaged in a Risk smackdown a while back, and the whole world decided to ally themselves against me...because I was trying to hide in Europe. One of my ''friends'' who was partaking in this triple entente was getting the short end of the stick. To say the least. So, knowing exactly how he thinks, I talk him into defecting and starting a two-front war: Myself in Europe and He in Africa, striking out as "the poor boys of the world vs our mutual oppressors". Surprisingly, we came back and won the game.----

This troper was in year eleven at secondary school, and in year eleven, you're allowed to stay in the school building and hang out during breaks. Year elevens guard the doors and throw out anyone who isn't allowed in. However, as me and a friend were walking past an area guarded by the jerk jocks. They saw my friend and tried to throw him out, just for the fun of it. This Troper confronted them, and one of them grabbed me from behind, trying to push me out. This troper saw red, turned around and punched him in the middle of the face. Instantly I was shoved up against the lockers by his friends, all of whom were eager to beat the crap out of me. I don't know how, but somehow, I successfully convinced them all, including the guy I punched, that I had in fact pushed him and that my palm had hit his face. My friend and I escaped unscathed, despite the report that after I left, this sixteen year old testosterone-addled alpha male started crying. I recieved either congratulations or begrudging respect for this act from everyone else in my year, mostly because everyone hated this asshole, but in no small part because no-one expected his comeuppance to come from this troper.