[X] My Assistant

[Dr.Rockso]

Like, a Slayer music video.

True that. Actually, funny you should mention that. I'm seeing them next weekend

[Squiddy Attack]

Anyone know an appropriate Slayer song for it?

[Dr.Rockso]

Anyone know an appropriate Slayer song for it?

Reign of Blood?

[Martin_DeVries_I...]

My old SR2 group had a rigger who, amongst his arsenal of drones, kept a couple of simple ones he brought out whenever we inevitably screwed up and needed explosives to escape. He'd designed them using the rules in the Rigger books. They were small, spherical VT drones; not much in the way of Sensors, Armor, or any of that stuff. They were basically jet engines packed with C-XII. For a "last resort" weapon they got a lot of use.

• We once found ourselves in the middle of the Caribbean, our escort mission beset by a boarding pirate crew and a Renraku strike team. We had no trouble wiping out the pirates or corpsec, except for the friggin' cyberzombie that Renraku had brought with them. Armored cyberlimbs and a jacked-up Body attribute meant small arms wouldn't even scratch him, and sniper rifles and LMGs were a mere tickle. But one of these drones to the face worked wonders, though it nearly sank our boat as well. (We were teenagers. Foresight was not our strong point.)
• Why were we on a boat in the Caribbean? Because our last escapade, in New York, had involved the rigger and my sammy being ambushed after a meet with a Johnson. A pan-corporate sec team was after us in a section of NYC still ruined from the '05 quake; they brought helicopters to chase us through the streets. They obviously weren't concerned about collateral damage, so we said fuck it; I whipped out a machine gun and the rigger popped the turret on his van and opened fire. We were holding our own but we weren't really escaping that well, so he activated three of his mobile bombs, flew them into the bases of some abandoned skyscrapers, and used some not-so-controlled demolitions to collapse the path behind us. They lost us in the resulting smoke and dust. The boat trip/escort mission was a way to see the world while living down the notoriety from that problem.
• We brought one with us into the Arcology when Deus was still rocking the boat. That was fun.

What the rigger was really proud of was the chair he had designed from the Rigger rules. His La-Z-Ass chair. The chair had treads and rigger controls, so he could just sit in that thing and follow us around on runs. It would carry him so we didn't have to and he would never have to pull attention away from his rigging. The gun had two pop-out SMGs built into it in case we got into firefights while he was jacked in. He wanted us to call it his Professor X chair; our GM took to calling it him "Kid Vid' instead after some old Burger King commercials instead. (The GM was also his older brother. Ah, familial tensions.) Much to our rigger's dismay "Kid Vid" ended up becoming our nickname for him.

[Squiddy Attack]

So my sister became mildly interested in Shadowrun, and I decided to help her make a character today. She seemed to like the idea of exploding drones, so, having no idea what I was getting into, I decided to help make a rigger with a talent for demolitions.

We allocated attributes, and I went off to do some other things for a bit while she picked qualities.

When I got back, the character was "The Mad Bomber Who Bombs Whenever The Hell She Wants" and had taken the Multiple Personality Disorder quality. She'd decided one personality was a down-to-earth businesswoman and the other was The Bomber, and took Day Job to go along with it. She has a Black Market Pipeline to explosives and, worst of all, Digital Doppelganger. Out there, some poor wageslave is getting blame for The Bomber's actions and bills for The Bomber's illegal purchases, no doubt massive bulk orders of plastic explosives. The Bomber personality was loud, foul-mouthed, and the type to chain-smoke anything.

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Especially since she claims she wasn't even trying for Pink Mohawk.


Edit: She also intends to use Bust-A-Moves to great effect. Sadly, that part is my fault (as is The Bomber's name. I showed her the list of Things Not Allowed a while back...).

[tifunkalicious]

A heavily modified Conestoga Vista (note, city bus) painted purple with a gold stripe along the side. Mounted miniguns on both sides, shined rims, shag carpet, and fuzzy guns on the wheel.

This is the vehicle rigger's brainchild, and is only harnessed for jobs outside city limits which happens to be most of them. The Calfree setting's intrigue is mostly in the surrounding area of Sacramento, rather than in the city itself.

[Kruger]

Reign of Blood?

The song is Raining Blood. The album is Reign in Blood.

You're not a very good rock n roll clown. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/frown.gif)

[Dr.Rockso]

The song is Raining Blood. The album is Reign in Blood.

You're not a very good rock n roll clown. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/frown.gif)

Must be hitting the Novacoke too hard. Always get those 2 mixed up.

[PoliteMan]

We can't sneak into a corporate research center by ground.
We have a chopper but they have anti-air defenses so we can't land.
We don't have parachutes.
Our mage knows levitate.

The only time I've ever said "I have a horrible idea" and it actually worked.

[Doc Chaos]

Not really Pink Mohawk, but subtle use of Magic. A spell to create a large blob of jelly on the point of impact of the team on the other hand...

[ggodo]

Just got back from my group. We're running Dawn of the Artifacts, and for those of you who've played it there's A part where you infiltrate a Faustian Manor during a Fancy Dress Gala. It's supposed to be a huge social and stealth segment, get in and grab it, and get out, while potentially making some magical contacts. My players shot out a tire of the Interpol HRT van, tossed the Bear-formed Shaman through the outer wall, fought their way through magical security, mundane security, and a couple of magical guests, in order to achieve nothing but a huge distraction while The Doctor, Longbow, and The Infiltrator got the disc, all while trapped in the house with the two important NPCs who are rather annoyed with their team's tactics. The best part is it all began with the hidden sniper character deciding to shoot at a van that tried to leave when longbow's drone tried to scan it. At no point was any of this planned, it did nothing but hamper the original plan, and yet they still managed to get out by scaring the civilians into stampeding out of the house. I probably shouldn't have let them get away with so much, but I was laughing too hard.

[CanRay]

From one of my stories:

"Seeing that building caused my engine to rev up and my heart to race. My mind filled with a rage that I knew was not borne of drugs. These were the people that had raped my mind, probably tried to rape my body, and forced me through this whole scene. I needed to handle this calmly, however. The Johnson from Hell wanted the person responsible, and he wouldn't get that if I killed him in a murderous rage.

That's what the little voice in the back of my head was telling me. My metal and flesh told it to shut the frag up..."

[Xahn Borealis]

From one of my stories:

A Night To Never Remember?

[Gerzel]

Sailing across the Atlantic in a luxury yacht to meet my PC's formerly arranged spouse. A noble elf that has gone Nosferatu and who wants to capture my PC, infect her with HMVV and then flood the world's oraculum market using her breast milk.

[KarmaInferno]

End of the final fight scene from the very last Virtual Seattle mission. Bad guy has gotten away from the team, and is peeling around the corner in an armored limo.

...only to be broadsided by my merc's battlevan into a wall. Leaving the van pinning the limo there, my character, suffering like 9 boxes of damage from the fight, exits the rear of the van, staggers down the street a bit, then turns to shoulder the tube-shaped object he'd snagged on the way out.

Dragon ATGM into the van, which was filled with hundreds of kilos of explosives, weapons, and ammunition.

It was a very pretty sunrise.





-k

After recuperating for a bit, my merc moved to Manhattan, bought a bar, and retired to a simple life. Then about 20 years later, it blew up. But that's another story.

[CanRay]

A Night To Never Remember?

Yes.

[Xahn Borealis]

Yes.

*fangirlboy squee*

[Xahn Borealis]

Sailing across the Atlantic in a luxury yacht to meet my PC's formerly arranged spouse. A noble elf that has gone Nosferatu and who wants to capture my PC, infect her with HMVV and then flood the world's oraculum market using her breast milk.

WHAT.

[Tymeaus Jalynsfe...]

WHAT.

No Warning whatsoever... You are a bad, bad man.

[Dr.Rockso]

No Warning whatsoever... You are a bad, bad man.

2 hours of your life, gone?

[Tymeaus Jalynsfe...]

2 hours of your life, gone?

I managed to tear myself away after 30 minutes... He's a bad man... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)

[Xahn Borealis]

I managed to tear myself away after 30 minutes... He's a bad man... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)

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[TheWanderingJewe...]

Pink Metal Hair

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiESgYr35gA

[CanRay]

Pink Metal Hair

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiESgYr35gA

*Looks at the Zippo of my Father* It feels so insignificant now.

EDIT: Which makes me want to get Pink Mohawk on people. The Zippo Of My Father should *NEVER* be insignificant!

[TheWanderingJewe...]

and now, for some reason, I think Zippo should be make of one of those portable flame throwers from 4a...