The captain of my wrestling team bought syringes and drained his own cauliflower ear.
Drove myself to the hospital with a 5 inch gash in my arm, courtesy of a crazy roommate. Butcher knife. Slashed my arm open to the bone. Guy was a loser and popped Adderall like Tic Tacs. I don't miss him.
The adrenaline was definitely pumping. After my stitches I drove home and threw all his shit off the balcony. We went way back and I hadn't called the cops. Instead I called his father and explained that he'd be paying my medical bills and the next year's rent. Never saw roomie again. The scar healed nicely and now it's just a reminder not to mess with crazy. And that's that.
I sped down a main street in a Hyundai Accent, my three friends crammed in with me - windows down and "Run to the Hills" By Iron Maiden CRANKED.
That's as metal as I've got, I think. not that this is a pissing contest.
I developed MRSA on my face and continued going to school. Self-confidence can be a bitch, and I'm so glad I fought through the weird looks and constant questioning of what was on my face. Whenever someone talked to me, they wouldn't look at me. They would only look at the MRSA, and it made me feel less than human. I guess it's pretty metal to have placed yourself in a less-than-human situation every day for months. I also wrestled at State with a broken finger. Yes, wrestling and the MRSA were definitely connected.
I thought you literally meant metal :( I moshed at a Death From Above 1979 concert a few years back. Very intense, especially in 90 degree weather and no shade.
Sick, my first and so far only mosh was at Cage the Elephant and it was pretty awesome. Nothing says controlled chaos like a mosh pit, but nothing feels less controlled when you're a part of it :D
I spin Fire Poi. I mean I've been robbed or attempted to be robbed at knife point multiple times? I've dodged about 3 actual near death car accidents by vehicle maneuvering. Not really that metal.
I used to wear steel-toed boots a lot in my twenties. A place I used to frequent had bathroom doors that jammed randomly, and people often got trapped inside. I came in one day to find a cluster of people around the door, talking to someone inside. "Just kick it open." I suggested. For some reason, people had misgivings about doing so. So I volunteered, and with one well-placed kick of my big ol' boot, I kicked the door nearly off of its hinges. Much more metal achievements than this, I'm sure, but it's a small and fond memory for me. :-)
I'm not sure what defines an act as "metal" but this is the most intense thing I've ever done. When it was over, the ground was covered in blood and other grossness. My hands were crusted in blood too. It was pretty metal from my point of view.