More gaming last night! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)

Including one Off-The-Cusp game that I had a rough outline for months ago.

The group was hunting for someone that had skipped out on a Poker Debt (Favour for a Friend type run), and tracked him down to the illegal taxi company he worked for.

As they were checking out his cab (Number 42), I had the group perform perception tests to see what they saw, and one, Vic the Gun-Fu Master (Whose regular guns were being fixed by Wang), performed a critical glitch on a perception test.

So, he has a brain fart, and gets into the passenger seat of Cab 24, which promptly takes off. The driver bellowing at him at a rapid pace in Arabic.

And starts to drive over 100 km/h, in the middle of the city, on the wrong side of the road, looking at Vic and not the oncoming traffic, pointing at all the buttons on the fare meter.

He tries everything to get the driver to go back to the depot. Or just let him off. Or stop screaming in Arabic and "Just speak English!"

"Just shoot him!" "Yeah, that's great, shoot him in the back of the head while he's driving like this!!!" So much for Shadowrun's Plan A!

"I try to get out the next time he stops for a fare!" "OK, you try, the door handles don't work."

Three fares, and a 200+ km/h trip on the highway later, along with a re-transmission of Vic's Cyberoptic Feed to his Mafia Connection (Who thinks this is hilarious!), the rest of the group finally stops laughing long enough to ask the dispatcher what the hell is going on.

Nice to know who your friends are, eh?

Turns out that Cab 24 is the Training Cab, and Vic is learning how to be a Taxi Driver. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nyahnyah.gif)

"Tell him to let him out!" The group tells the Dispatcher. Dispatcher does so in Arabic, and gets a "Tough, I get paid extra when training, and just had a kid!" as a responce.

"I'll pay him double if he lets our buddy out RIGHT FRAGGIN' NOW!"

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! The Training Driver stops the cab, blocking off two lanes of elevated highway, and puts the car in park, finally unlocking the doors. (One of those safety features that's annoying as hell!), and he gets out of the cab, to see oncoming traffic honking horns at him and flashing lights.

"... ... ... I get back in the cab."

After a bit of renegotiation, Vic gets dropped off at a Stuffer Shack, and swears off Cabs for the rest of his life.

So, Vic finally got a nickname in the Mob...

"Vic the Cabbie". (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nyahnyah.gif)

"I ****in' hate you!" is how the player put it to me. He and the rest of the group bought me baked pasta, so I let it slide. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/nyahnyah.gif)

In "On the Run" the eco-shaman in my group attempted to cast fear against Nabo's ork thugs using Mob Mood and rolled a critical glitch. As a result, all the PCs shat their pants. I ruled a -2 modifier for discomfort and fear.

I had two classics just last week.
Two critical glitches with one decent shot between against some ghouls with the "Bitchass L-36", as Bulldog called it, he got stuck with. First one gave a light primer strike and then the gun stovepiped on the second glitched roll like Abe Lincoln's hat. It was funny to the other characters (and players) to hear his bellow of rage just before the worthless pistol bounced off the head of the head ghoul.
Then his newly issued by the blackmailer's commlink took a shit on him so he grabbed the first solo corp dweeb he saw chatting on their shiny gucci-go faster (after looking around for potential heavies, of course), beat her designer-ass unconscious with the ork's crappy loanier handset, and tossed the shiny new SOTA one to the hacker of the group. "Hack this thing and make it work, will you?" A few rolls later, he had a great new phone, the GPS tracker in it disengaged, half a dozen stunned witnesses, and two squad cars full of the Knights and the Star on the way to that bus stop the group just left.

The worst that ever happened to me happened when I was playing as a stoned orkish wannabe rockstar. After the group had decided to stop beating up gangers in a nightclub (they started it! I swear!), they decided a hasty exit would be a good idea. Unfortunately, the bartender had freaked and pushed a panicbutton, summoning everybody's favourite security force. This is where things started to go wrong. We split up - Soren (myself) and the shaman were to go on the kickass red Harley-Davidson, the rest piled into the dwarven van-fortress. The van sped off into the night, and I rolled a driving test... and glitched it. After swearing loudly at the bike for a little bit, we trundled off - only to be stopped by the Star. I was very fortunate to have just been sitting in the corner all the time the barfight was going on, so all they did was ask a few questions and check my SIN... which glitched. As did the shaman's. Desperately, I tried to explain myself to the cops, but yet another glitched roll lead to my pathetic attempt at an excuse being rejected outright. ("Err, well, see, there's this hacker, right? An' he doesn't like me very much, right? The thing is...")

Thankfully, I wasn't beaten too severely for trying to resist arrest and I fell out the patrol car with a significantly lighter wallet as my group waited around in the troll's safehouse getting pissed and wondering where the others were.

Not exactly a glitch, but twice so far the physad of our group rolled very, very well when attacking a target they wanted not to kill (edge, and lots of exploding 6s). The first one "just" got into overflow from the 20 hits with unarmed combat, but the second one just had had major surgery, and so was in a weakened state to begin with when hit with a metal box...
After that, the physad used the tranq patches (which had been inside said metal box).

Ran a game where the group was meeting the Johnsons in a club, and I described a couple making out in the corner. One of them decides to astrally assense them, succeeded on one and crit clitched on the other. So ... the other was an elven girl, maybe 15, and when I say crit clitched, it was a BAAAD roll; all but one die was a 1. So what he saw was an elven girl, about 15, and cybered to the gills. I think he read her essence as 0.5.

The PCs discussed this amongst themselves during the meet (oh the joys of subvocal commlinks) when a different character watches the Johnsons' expressions. You guessed it, success and eal bad crit glitch. So the success went OK, but (and I should have thought this through instead of going ahead with it) for the crit clitch, the character was "noticing" the other Johnson communicating signals with the "cybered" girl.

That's when he called out the Johnson, who was both enraged and kinda racist. The whole job almost fell apart right there and then, and it was only miracle communication by the face that saved it.

Funny thing was: the party was being spied on, but by a different dancer. They were so focused on the elf girl that they never noticed.

Covert Ops character in the party Critical Glitched on a perception test when looking at some barghest corpses from range. Barghests were killed by dense masses falling from high. Player gets told "It looks like they are just sleeping."

Player THEN critical glitches the perception test to avoid surprise....from genginered koalas infected with Drop Bear Virus....

"We need him alive. Take him."
"Pass me the tranq patches"
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*THUNK*