Ok... ok... ok... I got one.....

Crazy dumpshocker adds a post to flip this thread over to page 2 because 99 posts on one page is too damn long and he's too lazy to change it back.

Sphynx

I'm so stupid, I know, but I'm having a total brain fart:

huh?




Anyway. What do you get when you recycle a chinese mage? REjen!



...As oppose to WUjen...?



...Oh never mind. I'll get my coat.

*pulls out the Vindicator* Okay, next one who posts a pun gets to meet my little friend here. And remember, gun's don't kill people. The 10,000 belted APDS rounds do the killing. The gun just makes them move REALLY fast.

The Abstruse One

You're really scraping the bottom of the barrels with that Vindicator.

-Siege

Would you like some insult with that injury you lazy fat bastard?

Gawd, you guys are so corny and wheaty, it's a-maize-ing I can barley stand it!

... ahem ... *runs for cover* ....

A blond shadowrunner was staring dumbfounded at a rushing river blocking her path. As she wondered how to cross, she saw another blond runner on the other side.

She yelled, "Hey, can you help me get to the other side?"
The other blond replied, "You ARE on the other side!!!!"

Two Cockatrices were in a holding pen at the corp facility...

Cockatrice 1: Squaaaarrrrrrk!

Cockatrice 2: You swine... I was going to say that...

Cockatrice 1: Jesus Christ, a talking Cockatrice!

A fixer, a shadowrunner, and a Johnson wind up together at the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter informs them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.

First, St. Peter asks the shadowrunner, "What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg?" Quickly slotting his "Ancient History" chip, the shadowrunner answers "The Titanic", and is allowed to enter.

Then St. Peter asks the fixer: "How many people died on the ship?" But the fixer had fortunately just upgraded her entertainment system with the percentages from the previous run she'd set up, and one of her new acquisitions was the simsense translation of the classic film (starring Honey Brighton). "1,228", she answers, and is allowed to enter.

And then St. Peter turns to the Johnson: "Name them."

Seen posted on ragged and torn paper on a stuffer shack window in Redmond:

"Live fast, die young. Leave a beautiful corpse. Support your local Shedim sect. 666 Chapel Boulevard, Redmond"

It stayed there for a week. The stuffer shack security guard saw a few people pass by and some read it. He could see in their faces that they thought to themselves: 'frag THAT!' and resolved to just go about their day. A week later, the guard came to work to find it had been replaced with another:

"Want to feel the oneness of being? Come to our weekly meetings, mondays, chaired by Her Majesty Xckzxxzk, and join the hive. The Nest, 156th and 3rd, Redmond"

It stayed there two weeks, more people read it, most thinking 'frag THAT', but a few saying to themselves 'hey, cool name. Didn't she put a musichip out last year? Maybe its a secret gig!' and going to the meetings, never to be heard from again. The guard caught wind of their disappearances from the scuttle on the street, and thought to himself resignedly that it was a shame, but sometimes people are dumb like that, right?

The guard came in to work one morning to find a throng of people three deep around the window. Some were even buying burgers! They were obviously checking out a new poster. as he watched he saw several break out of the group from the middle, and run off down the street towards a large building a few doors down, literally clawing each other out the way in their haste. It looked like someone had put up a corporate logo over one of the doors but he couldn't see what it was. His ancient first edition cybereyes were on the fritz again as far as zoom went, so he shrugged and pushed his way into the crowd, aiming for the door. But somehow he ended up in front of the poster, just as two more people dashed off in the same direction as the others.

'What the drek is going on here, term?' he demanded of one smelly looking chiphead. The girl looked at him with wide eyes.

'They're paying five grand for cast members in a new show! I'm gonna be on the trid!' She babbled, before squirming out of his grip and running off up the street. The guard, his interest piqued, turned around again and had a look at the poster. He had to admit it was a tempting offer:

"EARN FIVE GRAND IN ONLY ONE HOUR! IN REAL MONEY! Apply at MediaCorp HQ, Redmond, just three doors from this poster! Players wanted for LIFETIME SNUFF contract!"

Thanking his stars he wasn't a sap like this bunch, he turned and tried once again to zoom in on the corp logo, wondering whether or not to report them to the 'Star. His damn eyes STILL wouldn't focus.

'Ah what the hell', he said. 'Five grand is a full replacement. And who doesn't wanna be on the trid...?'

some mages are in a bar, discussing the afterlife. using the asumption that your soul is visible on the astral, the question arises if the street sam will end up at the pearly gates with parts missing (as opposed to in a neat little pile on the ground next to him).

a day later, a run gone bad sends one of those mages to the afterlife. He walks up the red shag carpet to talk to saint peter.

"im sorry, youll have to wait your turn" peter says to the mage. The mage looks around, but dosent see anyone else, so asks what the holdup is.

"well, it would help if you wernt standing on the cyberzombie. "

On the list of things you really don't want to think about too much (and truth being stranger than fiction):

DocWagon paramedic team parked outside the local McHugh's. Way to cut out the commuting time.

Two Artificial Intelligence students are playing Shadowrun.
Student 1: "What would happen if I tried to program my watcher spirit in Prolog?"
Student 2: "No."

dr. pain pissed off my kid sister one day and she was trying to chase him down. i told her to give it up because she only has running multiplier 2.

What date was the tree-violated munchkin on?

Now THAT is ENT-ERTAINMENT!

"Captain, we're locked in some sort of temporal loop."

"I know, Spock. It's like I've lived through these postings before."


It must be late in the season when one gets DSF reruns.

What do you call a canister sealed by a mage?

Hermetically Sealed!

That's actually not a joke, but the origin of the term "hermetically sealed".

One of the powers of the god Hermes Trismegistos, from whom the Hermetic Tradition draws its name, was precisely to create a perfect seal, which was not possibly during the Middle Ages by technical means.

TRAITOR TO THE COMEDIC ARTS!!!

Take thine inescapable truths from this place to a place of sensibility - not wackiness!

Just be glad that Trace and Burn doesn't exist yet...

A few Shadowrunners had found what was in room 427 of the SK building in Berlin, and had just made it to Lofwyr.

Lofwyr: What is your business here?
Face: We have found the item in room 427, and request the Arrow.
Decker: Hey buddy, got a light?
Lofwyr: This is just too easy...

A bar walks into a Humanis Policlub member.

Guess he shouldn't bad mouth the dwarf sorcery adept with Animate (6).

lol! What do you get when you take LSD and go astral? A nightmare, that's what!

Hope for a Street Doc with no social life.

Nothing worse than a back door surgeon with a ghoul friend waiting.

-Siege

6 SN BUMP!

Q: How many Hermetic magicians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: Just one, but you'll need a Lightbulb library with a rating at least equal to the wattage.

Damn you hippies...

Why did the troll paint his balls red?
So he could hide in the cherry tree.

What do you call a 10 foot, 500 pound troll with a Panther assault cannon?
Sir.

Depends. How much cyberware does he have? Sig 5 is respectable, though a skilled rigger ought to be able to plant an ATGM up his hoop anyway.

~J

I thought I’d dredge this thread up rather than start a new one, but it seems that somebody else did it for me, so here goes:

You may or may not (dependent on the circles in which you travel) have received through email comedy channels a thoroughly hilarious document entitled “213 Things” or something similar. This document was created by one SPC Schwarz, who was stationed with the military in the Balkans. SPC Schwarz was either very clever or very bored; but probably both, since he managed to attempt or be warned about 213 things he wasn't allowed to do. He collected those things into a hillarious list and posted them to the web. The site hadn't been updated in a couple of years and had since gone away; but the list was classic, so a Sgt Shawn Stanford saved it and placed it up on the internet himself.

Now that I believe I have enthralled you with that tale (and given credit where it’s due I hope), here are those same 213 things adapted for Shadowrun. I hope. A number of them may take a little creative imagination on your parts as they’d refer far better to different archetypes, but for the majority, just think UCAS military.
1. Not allowed to watch “The Odd Coven” when I'm supposed to be working.
2. My proper military title is 'Specialist Schwarz' not 'Maria Mercurial'.
3. Not allowed to threaten anyone with blood magic.
4. Not allowed to challenge anyone's disbelief of blood magic by asking for a ritual link.
5. Not allowed to get silicone breast implants.
6. Not allowed to play 'Sapphire: Shadowrunner for Hire' with a suction-cup dart pistol and any officer.
7. Not allowed to add 'In accordance with the prophesy' to the end of answers I give to a question an officer asks me.
8. Not allowed to add pictures of officers I don't like to War Criminal posters.
9. Not allowed to title any incident report 'Get Over it'.
10. Not allowed to purchase anyone's soul on Government time.
11. Not allowed to join any policlub.
12. Not allowed to join any militia.
13. Not allowed to form any policlub or militia.
14. Not allowed out of my office when VP Daviar visited our barracks on the Azzie Border.
15. Not allowed to train adopted para-animals to 'Sic Brass!'
16. Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my 'Sampson like powers'.
17. God/Spirits may not contradict any of my orders.
18. May no longer perform my now (in)famous 'Barbie Dance' while on duty.
19. May not call any officers immoral, untrustworthy, lying, slime, even if I'm right.
20. Must not taunt the French any more.
21. Must attempt to not antagonize SAS.
22. Must never call an SAS a 'Wanker'.
23. Must never ask anyone who outranks me if they're on Novocoke.
24. Must not tell any officer that I am smarter than they are, especially if it's true.
25. Never confuse a Dutch soldier for a French one.
26. Never tell a German soldier that 'We kicked your ass in World War 2!'
27. Don't tell Monarchy jokes in front of the paras (British Airborne).
28. Don't take the batteries out of the other soldiers alarm clocks (Even if they do hit snooze about forty times).
29. The Irish MPs are not after 'Me frosted lucky charms'.
30. Not allowed to wake an Non-Commissioned Officer by repeatedly banging on the head with a bag of trash.
31. Not allowed to let sock puppets take responsibility for any of my actions.
32. Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post.
33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.
34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.
35. Not allowed to sing any songs by 'Shield Wall' during airborne operations.
36. Can't have flashbacks to wars I was not in. (The Spanish-American War isn't over).
37. Our medic is called 'Sgt Larwasa', not 'Dr. Feelgood'.
38. Our supply Sgt is 'Sgt Watkins' not 'Sugar Daddy' or 'Mr Fixer'.
39. Not allowed to ask for the day off due to religious purposes, on the basis that the world is going to end, more than once.
40. I do not have super-powers. Nor am I capable of performing any magical act.
41. 'Keep on Trucking' is *not* a psychological warfare message.
42. Not allowed to attempt to appeal to mankind's baser instincts in recruitment posters.
43. Camouflage body paint is not a uniform.
44. I am not the atheist chaplain.
45. I am not allowed to 'Go to Bragg boulevard and shake daddies little money maker for twenties stuffed into my undies'.
46. I am not authorized to fire officers.
47. I am not a citizen of “The United States of America.” The idea of uniting with the CAS should, naturally, be repugnant to me…
48. I may not use public masturbation as a tool to demonstrate a flaw in a command decision.
49. Not allowed to trade military equipment for 'magic beans'.
50. Not allowed to sell magic beans during duty hours.
51. Not allowed to quote 'Dr Seuss' on military operations.
52. Not allowed to yell 'Take that Cobra' at the rifle range.
53. Not allowed to quote 'Full Metal Jacket' at the rifle range.
54. 'Napalm sticks to kids' is *not* a motivational phrase.
55. An order to 'Put Kiwi on my boots' does *not* involve fruit.
56. An order to 'Make my Boots black and shiny' does not involve electrical tape.
57. The proper response to a lawful order is not 'Why?'
58. The following words and phrases may not be used in a cadence- Budding sexuality, necrophilia, I hate everyone in this formation and wish they were dead, sexual lubrication, black earth mother, all Marines are latent homosexuals, Tantric yoga, Gotterdammerung, Troll hooker, Eskimo Nell, we've all got jackboots now, slut puppy, or any references to squid.
59. May not make posters depicting the leadership failings of my chain of command.
60. ‘The Giant Space Ants' are not at the top of my chain of command.
61. If one soldier has a 2nd Lt bar on his uniform, and I have an E-4 on mine It means he outranks me. It does not mean ‘I have been promoted three more times than you'.
62. The concept that: “It is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission,” no longer applies to Specialist Schwarz.
63. Command decisions do *not* need to be ratified by a 2/3 majority.
64. Inflatable novelties do *not* entitle me to BAQ or Separation pay.
65. There are no evil clowns living under my bed.
66. There is no ‘Anti-Mime' campaign in Bosnia.
67. I am not the Psychological Warfare Mascot.
68. I may not line my helmet with tin foil to ‘Block out the space mind control lasers'.
69. May not pretend to be a facist stormtrooper, while on duty.
70. I am not authorized to prescribe any form of medication.
71. I must not flaunt my deviances in front of my chain of command.
72. May not wear gimp mask while on duty.
73. No military functions are to be performed ‘Skyclad'.
74. Woad is not camouflage makeup.
75. May not conduct psychological experiments on my chain of command.
76. "Teddy Bear, Teddy bear, turn around" is *not* a cadence.
77. The MP checkpoint is not an Imperial Stormtrooper roadblock, so I should not tell them "You don't need to see my identification, these are not the droids you are looking for."
78. I may not call block my chain of command.
79. I am neither the king nor queen of cheese.
80. Not allowed to wear a dress to any army functions.
81. May not bring a Ork Drag Queen to the battalion formal dance.
82. May not form any press gangs.
83. Must not start any SITREP (Situation Report) with "I recently had an experience I just had to write you about...."
84. Must not use military vehicles to ‘Squish' things.
85. Not allowed to make any Psychological Warfare products depicting the infamous 'Lone Eagle' incident.
86. May not challenge anyone in my chain of command to the ‘field of honor'.
87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it.
88. Must not refer to 1st Sgt as ‘Mom'.
89. Must not refer to the Commander as ‘Dad'.
90. Inflatable sheep do *not* need to be displayed during a room inspection.
91. I am not authorized to initiate Jihad.
92. When asked to give a few words at a military ceremony ‘Romper Bomper Stomper Boo' is probably not appropriate.
93. Nerve gas is not funny.
94. Crucifixes do not ward off officers, and I should not test that.
95. I am not in need of a more suitable host body.
96. ‘Karl Combat Mage' is not a military training aid.
97. Gozer does not dwell in my refrigerator.
98. The proper response to a chemical weapon attack is not ‘Tell my chain of command what I really think about them, and then poke holes in their masks.'
99. A smiley face is not used to mark a minefield.
100. Claymore mines are not filled with yummy candy, and it is wrong to tell new soldiers that they are.
101. I am not allowed to mount a bayonet on a crew-served weapon.
102. Devil Rats are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are "casualties of war".
103. My commander is not old enough to have fought in the civil war, and I should stop implying that he did.
104. Vodka, green food coloring, and a ‘Cool Mint’ Listerine® bottle is not a good combination.
105. I am not allowed to score cigarettes from of anyone under twelve.
106. I may not trade my rifle for any of the following: Cigarettes, booze, sexual favors, Kalishnikovs, Soviet Armored vehicles, small children, or bootleg BTL’s.
107. Must not mock command decisions in front of the press.
108. Should not taunt members of the press, even if they are really fat, exceptionally stupid, and working for NewsNet.
109. I am not authorized to change national policy in Aztlan.
110. Never, ever, attempt to correct a Green Beret officer about anything.
111. I am not qualified to operate any UCAS, German, Polish, or Russian Armored vehicles.
112. When saluting a ‘leg’ officer, an appropriate greeting is not "Airborne leads the wa- oh...sorry sir".
113. There is absolutely no need to emulate the people from ‘Full Monty’ every time I hear the song "Hot Stuff".
114. I cannot trade my CO to the Azanians.
115. I should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks me.
116. Crucifying mice - bad idea.
117. Must not use government equipment to bootleg pornography.
118. Burn pits for classified material are not revel fires - therefore it is wrong to dance naked around them.
119. I cannot arrest children for being rude.
120. An EO briefing is probably not the best place to unveil my newest off color joke.
121. I should not use government resources to ‘waterproof’ dirty magazines.
122. Radioactive material should not be stored in the barracks.
123. I should not teach other soldiers to say offensive and crude things in Sperethiel, under the guise of teaching them how to say potentially useful phrases.
124. Two drink limit does not mean first and last.
125. Two drink limit does not mean two kinds of drinks.
126. Two drink limit does not mean the drinks can be as large as I like.
127. ‘No Drinking Of Alcoholic Beverages’ does not imply that a Jack Daniel’s ® IV is acceptable.
128. "Shpadoinkle" is not a real word.
129. The Microsoft ® ‘Dancing Paperclip’ is not authorized to countermand any orders.
130. ‘I’m drunk’ is a bad answer to any question posed by my commander.
131. No dancing in the turret. This especially applies in conjunction with rule #113.
132. The loudspeaker system is not a forum to voice my ideas.
133. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to replace the radio.
134. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to broadcast the soundtrack to a porno movie.
135. An order to put polish on my boots means the whole boot.
136. Shouting ‘Let’s do the village! Let’s do the whole f*cking village!’ while out on a mission is bad.
137. Should not show up at the front gate wearing part of an Azanian uniform, messily drunk.
138. Even if my commander did it.
139. Must not teach interpreters how to make "MRE" bombs.
140. I am not authorized to sell mineral rights.
141. Not allowed to use a broadsword to disprove ‘The Pen is Mightier than the sword’.
142. 'Calvin-Ball' is not authorized PT.
143. I do not need to keep a 'range card' by my window.
144. 'K-Pot, LBE, and a thin coat of Break-free' is not an authorized uniform.
145. I should not drink three quarts of blue food coloring before a urine test.
146. Nor should I drink three quarts of red food coloring, and scream during the same.
147. I should not threaten suicide with pop rocks and Coke ®.
148. Putting red 'Mike and Ike's' ® into a prescription medicine bottle, and then eating them all in a formation is not funny.
149. Must not create new DOD forms, then insist they be filled out.
150. On Sports Day PT, a wedgie is not considered a legal tackle.
151. The proper way to report to my Commander is 'Specialist Schwarz, reporting as ordered, Sir' not 'You can't prove a thing!'
152. The following items do not exist: Keys to the Drop Zone, A box of grid squares, blinker fluid, winter air for tires, canopy lights, or Chem-Light ® batteries.
153. I should not assign new privates to 'guard the flight line'.
154. Shouldn't treat 'piss-bottles' with extra-strength icy hot.
155. Teaching Albanian children to taunt other soldiers is not nice.
156. I will no longer perform 'lap-dances' while in uniform.
157. If I take the uniform off, in the course of the lap-dance, it still counts.
158. The revolution is not now.
159. When detained by MP's, I do not have a right to a strip search.
160. No part of the military uniform is edible.
161. Bodychecking General officers is not a good idea.
162. Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.
163. Take that hat off.
164. There is no such thing as a were-virgin.
165. I do not get 'that time of month'.
166. No, the pants are not optional.
167. Not allowed to operate a business out of the barracks.
168. Especially not a pornographic movie studio.
169. Not even if they *are* 'especially patriotic films'
170. Not allowed to 'defect' to OPFOR during training missions.
171. On training missions, try not to shoot down the General's T-Bird.
172. 'A full magazine and some privacy' is not the way to help a potential suicide.
173. I am not allowed to create new levels of security clearance.
174. Furby ® is not allowed into classified areas.
175. We do not 'charge into battle, naked, like the Celts'.
176. Any device that can crawl across the table on medium, does not need to be brought into the office.
177. I am not to refer to a formation as 'the boxy rectangle thingie'.
178. I am not 'A lesbian trapped in a man's body'.
179. On Army documents, my race is not 'Other'.
180. Nor is it 'Secretariat, in the third'.
181. Pokémon® trainer is not a Military Rank
182. There is no FM for 'wall-to-wall counselling'.
183. My chain of command has neither the time, nor the inclination to hear about what I did with six boxes of Fruit Roll-Ups. ®
184. When operating a military vehicle I may *not* attempt something 'I saw in a Sim'.
185. My name is not a killing word.
186. I am not the Emperor of anything.
187. Must not taunt officers in the throes of nicotine withdrawal, with cigarettes.
188. May not challenge officers to 'Meet me on the field of honor, at dawn'.
189. Do not dare SERE graduates to eat bugs. They will always do it.
190. Must not make s'mores while on guard duty.
191. Our MPUV’s cannot be assembled into a giant battle-robot.
192. The proper response to a briefing is not 'That's what you think'.
193. The Masons, and Gray Aliens are not in our chain of command.
194. Shouldn't take incriminating photos of my chain of command.
195. Shouldn't use Photoshop ® to create incriminating photos of my chain of command.
196. I am not allowed to give tattoos.
197. I am not allowed to sing 'Henry the VIII I am' until verse 68 ever again.
198. Not allowed to lead a 'Coup' during training missions.
199. I should not confess to crimes that took place before I was born.
200. My chain of command is not interested in why I 'just happen' to have a kilt, an inflatable sheep, and a box of rubber bands in the back of my car.
201. Must not valiantly push officers onto hand grenades to save the squad.
202. Despite the confusing similarity in the names, the "Safety Dance" and the "Safety Briefing" are never to be combined.
203. 'To conquer the earth with an army of flying monkeys" is a bad long term goal to give the re-enlistment NCO.
204. NEVER nail a stuffed bunny to a cross and put it up in front of the Battalion Headquarters sign as an "Easter Desecration."
205. Don't write up false defects on the Riggers’ Maintenance Board. ("Broken clutch pedal", "Number three turbine has frequent flame-outs", "flux capacitor emits loud whine when engaged")
206. Not allowed to get shot.
207. The Chicken and Rice rations are *not* a personal lubricant.
208. Not allowed to play into the deluded fantasies of the civlians who are "hearing conversations" from the NSA, FBI, CIA and KGB due to the microchip the aliens implanted in their brain.
209. An airsickness bag is to be used for airsickness *only*.
210. Must not make T-shirts up depciting a pig with the writing "Eat Meat or Die" in Sperethiel to bring as civilian attire when preparing to deploy to Tir Tairngire.
211. Don't ask LTC Steele to sign my copy of Blackhawk Down.
212. Must not go on nine deployments in six years that require a security clearance that I don't have, even if the Army tells me repeatedly that I have one and I have no reason to question them.
213. Do not convince NCO's that their razorbumps are the result of microscopic parasites.

I was going to follow it up with, "What's the loudest sound in the forest? A giant picking cherries." But i decided against it.

Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week. Don't forget to tip your waitresses. Try the veal.

Remember the 9 o'colock show is different than the 7 o'clock show.

Pacifist shadowrunner, hurled into awakeness by the untimely and rather damaging entrance of Lone Star into his humble abode (but it always is untimely and usually damaging, isn't it?):

"Ma'am, I would not hurt you for the world, but you're standing where I'm about to shoot."

That list almost killed me. Trying NOT to laugh out loud in the middle of a computer class is harder than one would think.

...*speechless from the list because he's still laughing at it*...

Ditto me, Dax and Phaeton. Printing it out, because it really needs to be read out loud.

may i say that in reference to the inflatable novelties, bums living in your vehicle do not entitle you to baq either.

that list is so damn cool i am going to print it out at monday's game session.

I kept my cool up until the Lucky Charms one...then I was laughing until the end of the list. I don't think anyone's going to top that one...

The Abstruse One