Nerds call me my name, my name and my name. Three other kinds of me, at risk just the same. A gunshot and brawl has brought me to fame. The answer was limited to just seven letters, what a shame...

When I’m alive, you sing. When I’m dead, you clap. What am I?

I hit the sky, yet never leave the ground, The apex of heights, in full glory crowned. Ambition-fueled climb, few dare the time, To reach the point that crowns the climb.

For some it is normal For some it does stutter If I look in the mirror it's normal But if I look at you it will flutter

An old Japanese art does using gold In new times it's hardly done at all You can do it to young or old You most likely need it after a brawl