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[Dr.Rockso]

"Flaming Chihuahua moments" (different story).

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[Reg06]

My first SR game involved up to 9 runners at once, and I was playing a human berserker adept named Wendigo.
After our first run (retrieve a package from a gang), we were heading back to Seattle on I-5 when a couple of gangers on an overpass opened fire on our vehicles (2 vans, 3 bikes. I was on a bike) with missile fire. Fortunately I was missed, but the resulting chaos created a large wreck in front of the overpass. With no time to go back to the access ramp I accelerated to full speed and drove straight at the pile up in an attempt to use the momentum from my bike to throw me off of the bike and onto the overpass (because what else would a foaming-at-the-mouth, heart-eating-crazy do?). I missed my mark by a bit and took some damage, but grabbed a sign mounted on the overpass, and taking small arms fire from the gangers (some less than spectacular rolling on their part, and mystical armor) I climbed the rest of the way up and beat them to death.
The rest of my group had decided to plow straight through the wreckage, and ran from the now very present police force. I had to climb down, where I was surrounded by the cops. Seeing that this would be a very short battle, I tossed a lighter onto a gas spill, lit I5 on fire, and fled into the woods.
Whereupon I encountered some Sasquatches. I didn't have a choice. I was jacked up on berserker fury, was apparently an unstoppable killing machine, and I really wanted to eat some Sasquatch heart. So I got into a brawl with the Sasquatches, ripped one's throat out, and then high tailed it back to Seattle.
Showing up after being left for dead with a fancy new Sasquatch coat? Priceless.

[da Loof]

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Well, a group of neophyte runners were trying to learn some intel, and after an agonizingly difficult piece of legwork, they learned of someone who did know - a powerful sociaite. Breaking into her house and hacking her commlink turned up nothing, but they did find pictures of her darling chihuahua all over her commlink and her house, and they also found many aesthetics only present on the Astral Plane, by which they gathered that she was Awakened (probably a magician). Out of ideas, they then thought of capturing her and beating it out of her, but then remembered that their Johnson was offering a hefty bonus if they didn't harm anybody innocent.

Their solution was to hack her car as she was pulling out of the party. The car, instead of going home, pulled deep into an alley, where the troll pulled both her and her darling chihuahua out of the car.

Now, they already had a plan of action. They jerked the car to a stop as quickly as possible (by driving it into a wall), while simultaneously opening the door. While the girl was stunned (she had a facefull of airbag), they snatched her flailing and yelping chihuahua, ran back a few feet, and cast an astral and physical barrier between her and them, to protect themselves from being attacked via spells. (They were expecting bodyguards, and were surprised that she had none).

"Give us the intel you stole from Renraku," growled the orc physadept, sadisticlly holding his Ruger Super Warhawk to the chihuahua's temple, "Or your precious Fluffykins will die!" OOC, he followed that up with a delicously diabolical laugh.

What they didn't realize that poor, helpless Fluffykins was the bodyguard - or rather, the powerful Fire Spirit with realistic form who was possing the chihuahua was.

Oh, but they learned. At that moment, Fluffykins (and, by extention, th ork) became engulfed in flames (think the Human Torch) , and the chihuahua reached up, disdended its jaw to an impossible degree, and Unarmed Combatted the Ork to death in a single Surprise Round! (I discribed it as the chihuahua biting his head off).

Everybody: HOLY S---! DEMON CHIHUAHUA! That's when the entire party turned and ran away from the evil demon-chihuahua.

Is there a moral to this story?

[AStarshipforAnts]

Well, a group of neophyte runners were trying to learn some intel, and after an agonizingly difficult piece of legwork, they learned of someone who did know - a powerful sociaite. Breaking into her house and hacking her commlink turned up nothing, but they did find pictures of her darling chihuahua all over her commlink and her house, and they also found many aesthetics only present on the Astral Plane, by which they gathered that she was Awakened (probably a magician). Out of ideas, they then thought of capturing her and beating it out of her, but then remembered that their Johnson was offering a hefty bonus if they didn't harm anybody innocent.

Their solution was to hack her car as she was pulling out of the party. The car, instead of going home, pulled deep into an alley, where the troll pulled both her and her darling chihuahua out of the car.

Now, they already had a plan of action. They jerked the car to a stop as quickly as possible (by driving it into a wall), while simultaneously opening the door. While the girl was stunned (she had a facefull of airbag), they snatched her flailing and yelping chihuahua, ran back a few feet, and cast an astral and physical barrier between her and them, to protect themselves from being attacked via spells. (They were expecting bodyguards, and were surprised that she had none).

"Give us the intel you stole from Renraku," growled the orc physadept, sadisticlly holding his Ruger Super Warhawk to the chihuahua's temple, "Or your precious Fluffykins will die!" OOC, he followed that up with a delicously diabolical laugh.

What they didn't realize that poor, helpless Fluffykins was the bodyguard - or rather, the powerful Fire Spirit with realistic form who was possing the chihuahua was.

Oh, but they learned. At that moment, Fluffykins (and, by extention, th ork) became engulfed in flames (think the Human Torch) , and the chihuahua reached up, disdended its jaw to an impossible degree, and Unarmed Combatted the Ork to death in a single Surprise Round! (I discribed it as the chihuahua biting his head off).

Everybody: HOLY S---! DEMON CHIHUAHUA! That's when the entire party turned and ran away from the evil demon-chihuahua.

Is there a moral to this story?

I am so going to use this against my players in a couple of runs. Thank you for the fantastic idea.

[Tyro]

I am so going to use this against my players in a couple of runs. Thank you for the fantastic idea.

So deliciously evil!

[Ascalaphus]

Is there a moral to this story?

Yes.

[ Spoiler ]

Any small, defenseless-looking critter has an 1 in 6 chance of being THAT rabbit from THAT movie.

[Tyro]

Yes.

[ Spoiler ]

Any small, defenseless-looking critter has an 1 in 6 chance of being THAT rabbit from THAT movie.

AWESOME!

[Dr.Rockso]

Well he...but...JUST LOOK AT THE BONES!!!

[Dumori]

I had a free spirt face that did that trick alot. No real pink mohawk moments from him though being a stealth infiltrator sprit that could shape change put him in the pro box.

[Belvidere]

Our teams most pink mohawk moment has got to be what we now refer to as the "Flying Lawn Mower Of Death". Our groups Ork Melee Specialist got a call from one of his Loyalty 6 contacts and was mid-getting kidknapped, so we all hop in the back of his pick-up and peal out towards the scene. She's been knocked out and has a mage hood on and is strapped to a dolly and is being loaded onto a helicopter. The helicopter gets off the ground and we drive after it. Our mage casts improved invisibility, levitate and increased reflexes on our ork melee expert who proceeded to tear off the door to the helicopter, pull her out and kill everyone in the helicopter in a single pass.

[Xahn Borealis]

THAT movie.

What movie?

[Deadmannumberone]

What movie?

I believe he's referring to that movie about the naked snake and the leaky cup.

[Martin_DeVries_I...]

I believe he's referring to that movie about the naked snake and the leaky cup.

Oh wow, that took me a second to interpret.

I just remembered my very first Shadowrun character. He was very much in the pink mohawk vein, although I don't recall many specific moments of such. His name was Remy, and he was a Cajun troll who came to Seattle. Remy was a rock-dumb street sam... who thought he was a shaman. A Gator shaman, to be precise, straight from the bayou. His fireball spell? The grenades on his belt. When he tip-toed around he was "invisible."
We all knew it was goofy but we had fun with it, so the group ran with it and kept him around. He teamed up with the team's mage, a guy named Onyx, as treated him as though he were Remy's magical tutor. When Onyx finally retired, Remy ran alongside the bus for a few feet, crying, "Don't go! I'm hooked on Onyx!"
Yes. Bad pun. I'm not proud.
The GM finally granted Remy's wish (just around the time I was dropping the shtick), and he became a shaman. Unfortunately, his totem was Eagle. Eagle and Remy hated each other. With a passion. More than once Eagle threatened to just let Remy die.
The only pink mohawk run I remember involved our team fighting the mafia...or maybe the Yakuza. Anyhow, Remy was on top of our rigger's van, and we were determined to launch an attack on the bad guys that would give us the element of surprise. Our oh-so-subtle plan involved Remy, from his van-top perch, firing a Great Dragon anti-tank missile into the building before the rigger drove away. We were very upset later when we checked the news and found out that some malicious bastards had blown up a children's hospital with a missile...

I like to think I've grown up since then. All evidence to the contrary...

[Wounded Ronin]

Well, a group of neophyte runners were trying to learn some intel, and after an agonizingly difficult piece of legwork, they learned of someone who did know - a powerful sociaite. Breaking into her house and hacking her commlink turned up nothing, but they did find pictures of her darling chihuahua all over her commlink and her house, and they also found many aesthetics only present on the Astral Plane, by which they gathered that she was Awakened (probably a magician). Out of ideas, they then thought of capturing her and beating it out of her, but then remembered that their Johnson was offering a hefty bonus if they didn't harm anybody innocent.

Their solution was to hack her car as she was pulling out of the party. The car, instead of going home, pulled deep into an alley, where the troll pulled both her and her darling chihuahua out of the car.

Now, they already had a plan of action. They jerked the car to a stop as quickly as possible (by driving it into a wall), while simultaneously opening the door. While the girl was stunned (she had a facefull of airbag), they snatched her flailing and yelping chihuahua, ran back a few feet, and cast an astral and physical barrier between her and them, to protect themselves from being attacked via spells. (They were expecting bodyguards, and were surprised that she had none).

"Give us the intel you stole from Renraku," growled the orc physadept, sadisticlly holding his Ruger Super Warhawk to the chihuahua's temple, "Or your precious Fluffykins will die!" OOC, he followed that up with a delicously diabolical laugh.

What they didn't realize that poor, helpless Fluffykins was the bodyguard - or rather, the powerful Fire Spirit with realistic form who was possing the chihuahua was.

Oh, but they learned. At that moment, Fluffykins (and, by extention, th ork) became engulfed in flames (think the Human Torch) , and the chihuahua reached up, disdended its jaw to an impossible degree, and Unarmed Combatted the Ork to death in a single Surprise Round! (I discribed it as the chihuahua biting his head off).

Everybody: HOLY S---! DEMON CHIHUAHUA! That's when the entire party turned and ran away from the evil demon-chihuahua.

Is there a moral to this story?

KILLER BUNNY!

[SkepticInc]

A Harrowing Tale of A Pink Mohawk Fail for an Ogre Named Tigger in SR2

Shadowrun was my first rpg ever, and my first character ever was a hydraulic-jack sporting monstrosity of true Pink Mohawkyness who used a Panther Assault Cannon exclusively for head sniping. Really getting into the swing of this newfangled passtime, I had Tigger being belligerent in the way that all Pink Mohawks should: crazy-eyed, bellowing senseless orders at a crowd of frightened people, waving around the assault cannon and armored in the classic Trenchcoat/Armored Vest stack. In response my GM sneaks some pathetic mook up behind me (I dump-statted all my mental stats. Yup, even Willpower.) and used his pathetic mookey noodle arms to smack my monsterous cyber-ogre in the head with a tiny little sap. My first roll in any game system ever? A critical failure Body check, 7 dice. Tigger is out like a light, sad little tears are welling up in my young, innocent eyes, and my evil GM is cackling at my misfortune.

Thus Concludes Our Harrowing Tale of the Pink Mohawk Fail

[Xahn Borealis]

I believe he's referring to that movie about the naked snake and the leaky cup.

Still no clue. I feel like I'm missing out somehow.

[Ascalaphus]

Still no clue. I feel like I'm missing out somehow.

Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail, specifically the scene with the Killer Rabbit. And if you haven't seen it, you are missing out.

[Cardul]

Still no clue. I feel like I'm missing out somehow.

Not sure why people are trying to avoid naming it...."Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

[Xahn Borealis]

Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail, specifically the scene with the Killer Rabbit. And if you haven't seen it, you are missing out.

Haven't seen it in ages, don't remember a rabbit. I obviously need to see it again. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)

[Ascalaphus]

Haven't seen it in ages, don't remember a rabbit. I obviously need to see it again. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/biggrin.gif)

How could you possibly not remember the rabbit?!

[Draco18s]

I don't remember a naked snake...

[Raven the Tricks...]

Naked snake = Monty Python, Leaky Cup = Holy Grail

[Xahn Borealis]

How could you possibly not remember the rabbit?!

It's been years...(IMG:style_emoticons/default/frown.gif)

[Stahlseele]

Not sure why people are trying to avoid naming it...."Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

because quoting monty python at the gaming table is an offence punishable by whacking with rolled up RPG-Books.

[Wandering One]

because quoting monty python at the gaming table is an offence punishable by whacking with rolled up RPG-Books.

Bad sparrow! *rubs their nose in the DVD collection, and whacks em again* Bad Sparrow! Don't make me taunt you again!