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[TheBiggerFish]

*hugs Caroline*

[x2yzh9]

*hugs Caroline as well* hope everything gets better

[TD1]

There's also the homicidal bid for freedom route, if you want an alternative.

[Dozebôm Lolumzalìs]

There's also the homicidal bid for freedom route, if you want an alternative.

NO, NO, NO! This is GLaDOS/Caroline we're talking about! Do you really want thousands of neurotoxin victims on your hands?

[Sirus]

More seriously, a stay in prison might end up making your parents seem like the lesser of two evils. Whatever route you take to freedom, Caroline, please try to choose one that will keep you out of jail.

[TD1]

Yes. That route is called smart homicide

In all seriousness, don't do murder, yadda yadda.

_{Pay someone else to do it instead.}

[Sirus]

^{_{(that's still technically murder in some places)}}

[TheBiggerFish]

^{_{(Is it murder if you don't know about the plans?)}}

But in all seriousness, don't kill them.  Get to the US and run the heck away.

[Sebastian2203]

I´ve been travelling today, a lot of travelling.

So here I am in this city I have never been before and everything is going okay.
I enter this train station.

I see this dude, and whoa he is so drunk, he screams like a goddamn Rambo while stumbling like a techno dancer.

I just give him a glance and hope he stays away from me.

I go to the buy-a-ticket-window for travelling, and guess who follows me, the same guy who is too trying to buy a ticket (probably).

And this is embarrassing and terrifying, I am scared more than I should be.
At this point he does not wait in line like a normal person but stands next to me so I can smell liquor from his breath.

I am shaking in my mind like I am about to die, but I try to pass it off like I am ignoring him.

But I can´t focus on what is the ticket-seller saying behind the window, I am completely phased out because I am focusing on the drunkard.

I quickly snap in and answer the ticket-seller´s question on what is my destination. I give him my student ID and he scans it.
He gives it back and I walk away, what a derp, I did not pick up the ticket.

So the ticket-seller and the drunkard are both yelling at me and I quickly go back to grab my ticket.

Absolutely embarrassed that my inside coward was so easily revealed I go and take a seat, and oh boy, the drunkard follows me.
He keeps turning his head my way so it is obvious he trying to look me in the eyes or something.

Then at this point he yells like a fucking lion, I shiver up a millimeter and try to hide it, his scream was powerful and everybody heard it in the whole station.

Even though I suppressed all of my body´s reaction, inside my brain is going haywire from the fear.

In a desperate attempt to hide fear, I look the drunk into the eyes for a good five seconds like I am not impressed.
He then walks away, but I doubt it is because my deception worked.

I am ashamed and my ego has taken a huge blow.
I have been million times in a situations where I would confront people (that I know) and never ever felt a slip of fear. I had control.

But here, a drunk who could barely walk right, and I was scared. I am mad at myself.

[Avis-Mergulus]

Hey meng, look at it this way: you are alive, physically unharmed, all your limbs are still attached, and you didn't have to fight the guy. I mean, sudden fear or inability to react happens to most everybody, sometimes even people who are trained in hurting other people. But in the end, you walked off unharmed, which means you won this ...encounter, I guess. And what you did might have been the right thing anyway: you avoided a completely unnecessary fight which could have ended in anything, really.
I understand this is somewhat traumatizing, but you did well enough, in my opinion at least. I hope this is somehow comforting.

[Dozebôm Lolumzalìs]

Sebastian: Don't be. With most people, you can predict what they will do, but drunks are like Trump - you have no idea what they might do. Uncertainty is scary.

[TheBiggerFish]

*hugs Sebastian*

Sebastian: Don't be. With most people, you can predict what they will do, but drunks are like Trump - you have no idea what they might do. Uncertainty is scary.

[Dozebôm Lolumzalìs]

Also please nobody bring up politics in here, I'm sorry to have mentioned Trump, only relevant terror, no derails, and whatnot.

[TD1]

Put card in ATM. Card falls in loosely. I hear a thud. Look through window into shop behind, where men are tinkering with the machine. Go tell them what happened. They can't get it. They tell me to come back in an hour, they're going to be back in a half hour for further work. They do not turn up.

At this point I'm, as the thread title says, internally terrified whilst externally composed. I have only 100 DKK and three weeks to live. A new bank card would take weeks to arrive. I go to the international centre. They call the company that removed the money. They say to check bank machine for help number. Go back to bank machine for number. Number doesn't work. Go back to international centre. International centre gets through. Apparently nothing to be done, my card will be shredded.

I call my family and I explain all this. My brother mentions some money transfer thing he's heard of, and sends me a few thousand kroner to keep me sustained until I get home.

In other words, without my family I would have been in a foreign country with no way home. Even with my family, it's lucky my brother knew how to get me money.

I am angry, annoyed, and many other negative emotions.

[TheBiggerFish]

*hugs DwArfY1*

You're alright now.

And I'm sure that local B12ers could help you out in an emergency.