Pink Mohawk roll call, The most mohawk things in your gamesW Options

[Laodicea]

Fixed That For You.

[Xahn Borealis]

Could've fixed 'simple'. FTFTFM? Virtual hugs whoever guesses right.

[Walpurgisborn]

Could've fixed 'simple'. FTFTFM? Virtual hugs whoever guesses right.

Fixed that for the fucking masses?

[Xahn Borealis]

Nope! No hugs for you!

[Draco18s]

Forgot To Fix That For Me

[Walpurgisborn]

Nope! No hugs for you!

:weep:

[Saint Sithney]

FTFTFM

Man, that's one messed up, indecisive tranny..

[Wounded Ronin]

I followed a link from sa.com to this video, and for some reason I immediately thought of this thread.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyXGblps64M...feature=related

I guess it's from right at the beginning of that time period...

[Abschalten]

I ran a game a while back that lasted about two years. It was an odd mix of black trenchcoat, noir, and pink mohawk. Nonetheless the group enjoyed it immensely. Probably the most pink mohawk moment was when they were hired by a private art collector to steal the bronzed, memorial statue of Sir Mix-a-lot from Seattle State Park before its public unveiling. (In our deviating canon, an elderly Sir Mix-a-lot became a philanthropist and civil rights activist after the Nights of Rage, on the premise that trolls and orks were alright in his book because their women had huge asses. It helped that in real life he's from Seattle.) The statue had him in a heroic pose, wearing a pair of shades, a fedora, a trenchcoat and a feather boa. In order to keep the police from moving in while they were making the grab, they paid some Halloweeners in cred and drugs to create a diversion, which ultimately involved setting greased pigs on fire (which set part of the park aflame) and then getting into a car chase gun battle with the cops.

[Draco18s]

That's not so much Pink Mohawk as contracting out to a gang that is pink mohawk.
(I mean really, the Halloweeners are about as Pink and Mohawky as you can get)
But still awesome.

[MortVent]

That's not so much Pink Mohawk as contracting out to a gang that is pink mohawk.
(I mean really, the Halloweeners are about as Pink and Mohawky as you can get)
But still awesome.

Scatterbrains are pink mohawk

Halloweenies are wannabes

[Xahn Borealis]

Forgot To Fix That For Me

Failed To. Good enough, your virtual hugs are all packed up, what's your access ID, I'll send them to you. This time without a trojanwormvirusSPAM.

[Draco18s]

Failed To. Good enough, your virtual hugs are all packed up, what's your access ID, I'll send them to you. This time without a trojanwormvirusSPAM.

*Sends you his AID in a secure method*

[Xahn Borealis]

*Sends you his AID in a secure method*

*Spoofs your commlink into slaving itself to mine, then steals everything of value, money, personal details, nuyen, then uploads a Rating 6 Black IC with the icon of the blue hug monster from the cup-a-soup adverts from a few years ago.*

Here's your hug!

*publicly posts AID to ShadowSea*

[Draco18s]

*Spoofs your commlink into slaving itself to mine, then steals everything of value, money, personal details, nuyen, then uploads a Rating 6 Black IC with the icon of the blue hug monster from the cup-a-soup adverts from a few years ago.*

Here's your hug!

*publicly posts AID to ShadowSea*

Mm, good thing that was a throwaway device. <3

[SkepticInc]

*[...] uploads a Rating 6 Black IC with the icon of the blue hug monster from the cup-a-soup adverts from a few years ago.*

Aaaah! Blue Meanies!

[Xahn Borealis]

Mm, good thing that was a throwaway device. <3

You still have to ask the IC for a hug though. It's actually quite nice and warm, till it triggers the Black Hammer.

[Draco18s]

You still have to ask the IC for a hug though. It's actually quite nice and warm, till it triggers the Black Hammer.

No no, that's ok.

[Laodicea]

last night my players met a new Mr. Johnson who almost exclusively used an etch-a-sketch to communicate. I can't decide if this is pink mohawk or dark sunglasses. It's a pretty clever form of covert communication, though.

[Johnny B. Good]

This happened two days ago. Warning: Ghost Cartels spoilers ahead.

[ Spoiler ]

We got a call from Kaz, our fixer with the cuemongouh(SP?). He offered us 6K for running some tempo across the north border to Tiffany Brockhaven. It looked like a real milk run. Four of us head out in three different cars, approximately 5 minutes apart with each other. The tempo is in the middle vehicle, an enclosed monocycle, in a smuggling compartment. It's raining heavily. Ragnar (A Norse Formori) and I (An Orc PI from Chicago) are in the first car. We pass a van with Ragers colors, and decide to slow down closer to the middle vehicle, piloted by Jim Beam, our friendly troll freakshow (SURGEd troll with elongated limbs, bonespikes, mood hair, and he glows in the dark. Wait, why did we give him the drugs again?) Anywho, as soon as he passes the van his tire goes out, and drek starts to get real.

Seven bikers come out of nowhere. Jim takes off running, leaving the drugs in the smuggling compartment. He goes offroad, hoping to make some of the Ragers following him crash. Some do. After he gets to the tall grass. they decide to stop following him. But Jim Beam is not a nice man; He turns around and takes one right off his motorcycle with his bow. The other gangers have turned around by now. He runs over to the guy he just speared, and throws his body (Exotic ranged weapon: Metahuman 1), at two more. He then picks one of them up by the face, hops on the ganger's motorcycle, and proceeds to chase the other gangers on bikes down holding their almost dead friend in one hand. He throws it at them as he draws nearer, but crashes in the process.

The gangers have found the drugs by now, and they hand it off to the bikers who split off in three different directions. We've lost the drugs, but goddamnit we're going to find out where they are. The Ragers' van has started moving, but stops when Felica (Our elf face) manages to blow the tires out from 50M with her heavy pistol. I drop off Ragnar near the bikers to help Jim out, and then I move towards the stopped van.

I park right outside of the van, and I only see one poor slob with an assault rifle. Since we were going to cross the border and my rating 4 SIN was recently burned, I hadn't brought any of my weapons with me and I was wearing my pinstripe armored suit and fedora. So I charge the lone figure, intending to kock him out and take his rifile. I punch him square in the chest. Now I'm a pretty strong guy with a cyberarm and a little unarmed combat, but it just kind of bounces off. Then I look up; I just punched a goddamn troll. His men barrel out of the van and start shooting at me. The first hit knocks me on my face, but I took the second one without even flinching. Hell, they thought I was dead right there.

The gangers get back in the van since they're being sniped with a pistol by Felica, and get ready to head off. Right then, Ragnar and Jim show up. I dust myself off, and right before the gangers can dust, we decide to flip the van! Ragnar and Jim get on either side of me, and together we manage to flip the tin can on its head before it can dust off. That's when Ragnar picks up one of the ganger's motorcycles, I open the van's back doors, tosses it in the van on top of five angry gangers.

At this point they know they're screwed. They throw the guns out of the back, I pick up the assault rifle. Felica talks them into giving us their hideout, and then Ragnar and I decide to waste them. It looks like our Trog ganger decided to hold onto a grenade, and he pulls the pin. We calmly close the doors, take a few steps back, and I unload the entire clip into the back of the van.

I love doing mob style executions dressed in a pinstripe suit.

Pink Mohawk Tally:

-Troll throwing metahumans for massive damage
-Troll throwing metahumans for massive damage while on a motorcycle
-Trog car flipping
-Mafia style execution while wearing pinstripe suit and fedora.

[Dr.Rockso]

last night my players met a new Mr. Johnson who almost exclusively used an etch-a-sketch to communicate. I can't decide if this is pink mohawk or dark sunglasses. It's a pretty clever form of covert communication, though.

Definitely pink mohawk. And a bit off the deep end (IMG:style_emoticons/default/silly.gif)

[da Loof]

I just finished a run with one of the most pink mohawk moments yet, one that rivals the aforementioned tie-yourselves-to-an-ICBM-and-launch it getaway, earlier in the thread.

So this was a party of 3 mystic adepts: a Western Drake Martial Artist, a Nosferatu Combat Face, and a Fox Shapeshifter Combat Mage. Yes, they were powerful.

Now this run was to kidnap a Russian scientist for the Russian rebels, or at least, grab his research for less of a pay (in our own Deviant timeline, which my players have been proud pawns in since SR1, Russia is an extremely powerful nation militiristically, only it's in the middle of a civil war. I can't believe my group's so interested in this political crap). They painstakingly raid the facility by getting an Earth spirit to tunnel them a hole and get their TM contact (who is interestingly a runner in a different campaign we're doing) to hack into their security node.

When the time comes, they detonate a stolen ice cream truck full of fertalizer right out front (as a diversion), while the TK gets his sprites to plant databombs around the facility, takes down the spider, trips EVERY alarm in the facility, and locks EVERY door. Now the turret systems were closed-circuit, wich ruled out direct entry, so the shapeshifter used the tunnel system below (it was small enough for only him in fox-form to squeeze through; anything bigger would have been noticeable), while the drake flew down from the stratosphere, and shaped-explosive'd his way inside. Meanwhile, the face was inside with a realistic disguise spell and several Influence powers later. When the you-know-what hit the fan, he started casting confusion spells on the guards.

So anyway, some well-thought-out plan which was executed seamlessly, at the cost of some expended ammunition, a few lucky drain rolls, and a significantly expanded fueral service industry, but there was one major hitch: After they secured the scientist, dragged them into a nook, and performed an on-the-spot magical interrogation, they got him to hand over his research (in case he didn't make it), but they learned that it was useless without a key that was at his co-worker / love interest's house. Complication was, she was dead. And then when panicked and confused guards blew in the doors and started shooting, HE was dead too. After a Magic Fingers spell was applied to a fragmentation grenade so conveiently situated on one of the guard's belts, the runners were left alone, in an empty, blood-spattered room, with the dead scientist's bloody commlink in their hands.

But the real Pink Mohawk part comes later. Yeah, they exfiltrate through the roof hole they made in the first place (their first plan was to use the high-value scientist as a human shield, but that didn't work. Truth be told, I, as the GM, would have had the security fire on them anyway). But guess what? Helicopter! But that's okay, because the Fox calls up his air spirit, and a nicely timed ACCIDENT power ensues! Is there something wrong with your tail rotor, kind counter-terrorist helicopter?

Their backup getaway plan? Cast a physical barrier behind them, book it to a nearby cliff, and hurl themselves off.

'Course, they've got that figured out too. Fox shapeshifter gets the air spirit (as a final service) to put him safely at the bottom), and the drake transforms into a western dragon halfway down, and catches the nosferatu before he hits the bottom.

LATER, they find hmselves in sunny Novosibirsk, 3rd most populous city in Russia. Only now it's a war zone. Yes, of all places, THIS is where the house of their friend the scientist is (or used to be).

So, after a random encounter with a squad of spec-ops, a brief debate about hether or not you could target somebody wearing MilSpec armor (given as you can’t actually SEE any part of them), and a few First Aid tests and Heal spells to fix them pesky bullet wounds, and an irritating game of cat-and-mouse with a tank which ended with the runners dropping a house on it, they got to the ruins of the house, located the secret James Bond-style underground lab/bunker, and got the cipher (along with some other “expensive-looking shiny things”, as they called them).

It was a good thing that they closed the door to that bunker and that it also turned out to be a Faraday cage, because that was when the EMP bombs went off. That’s when they realized exactly what the spec-ops soldiers they encountered were doing lugging around that suspicious-looking gizmo, and decided they were glad they didn’t bring it with ‘em.

That’s why the rebels had pulled out the tanks and the air support, and why they were falling back from the city altogether. Government fighter jets and choppers came hurdling out of the sky, bombarding the city and acting like its own artillery strike, and then the rebel planes came in, assuming instant air dominion, initiating bombing runs, and parachuting in troopers to perform the mop-up.

The bombs, they could take. But when they saw the parachutes, they decided that it was time to go.

A few bound spirits called for astral defense, Enhance Reflexes spells all around, some Deflection and Armor, and Invisibility spells, custom-made Feather spells (which they invented for specifically this use), and a few edge points spent on drain later, and they were ready.

The drake shifted into his form and the nearly weightless people (as seen by their Feather spell) hopped on, and the drake took to the air. Immediately they were accosted, first by heat-seeking missiles, but the two riders were wearing heavy thermal damping, and the drake had spent the extra BP at creation to have an electricity elemental attack instead of fire (and was a REPTILE), so they were safe from that. The sweet stuff came later, when the fighter jets turned on the chainguns.

That drake was flipping and corkscrewing through the air, dodging a torrential rain of bullets, and those that did get through were stopped by his hardened armor. And the two riders weren’t rolling to poorly either. They were casting lightning bolts at fighter jets while riding a dragon in the middle of a Russian warzone, and they weren’t rolling to badly themselves. And more than one jet the drake closed in on and raked to pieces himself with his claws or his lightning attack.

So yeah. They got away.

TL;DR. People ride on a dragon in the middle of a war zone in civil Russia, dragon aerial dodges missiles and bullets and tears fighter jets apart while riders hurl lightning bolts from its back as they fly the 5-mile gauntlet to safety.

[Stahlseele]

*nods sagely*
that's the kind of stuff legends are made from

[Wounded Ronin]

That needs to be set to a music video.

[Doc Chase]

That needs to be set to a music video.

Like, a Slayer music video.