Our group runs a black shadowrun game, but it seems that we generally have very odd or silly things just to try and fly under the radar sometimes.

Well all I know in our group we ended up stuffing a hobo into an anti wifi painted a box, forcing him into hot sim, and feeding him his own BTL chips (the bad ones for interrogation and the good ones for when he told us what we wanted to hear.)

One of the baddies ended up getting hammered so hard by a stun bolt and stick and shock that he ended up getting turned around and using supressive fire against his friend (killed him to.)

The rigger ended up getting shot in the head and was trying to run out of a ship (long story) and the sniper doing over watch said if the rigger left before the job was done he would take another bullet to the brain pan.

The rigger in a huge firefight ended up using the r6 area jammer on his 200,000 truck, which meant about 3 seconds later mortars and rockets blew the hell out of his 18 wheeler (luckily he was not inside when he activated the jammer.) The player then slapped his head and chalked it down as an important lesson to learn.

Drones using tons of Neurostun grenades in a confined space (sewers) when all of our allies had completely sealed suits except for their feet. >.<

Not quite laugh out loud hilarious, but they were what I would describe as silly "moments." I hope people have better, and I know our group has better moments, but it's late and I can't think of them off of the top of my head.

My elven face after managing to max out run payment before hand with smooth moves in negotiation later made an ass out of himself by accidentally finding porn on the Matrix on his first attempt on a matrix search on a company while the hacker was busy. Perhaps the dice obeyed the law of conservation of coolness.

You all know "Food Fight", right?

Well, I played it once with a group and it turned out as a disaster.

First of all one of the characters brought grenades with him (for shopping in a supermarket...no further comment on this) and of course, he used them, killing all! civilians in that shop.

Our mage got into cover behind the squishi machine which was damaged so that he spent 90% of the fight trying to get on his feet again, because he slipped away all the time.

My character got shot in the back and in the face while trying to rescue the till girl, because no one of the team tried to give me cover. I ended up being rescued by the DocWagon guys...

And finally, to make sure that the police will not find any evidence, they sat the whole place on fire, because they could not convince the store keeper to give them the videos of the security cam.

let me guess, mana only combat spells?



whiskey tango foxtrot?!



nice abuse of the called shot rules...



heh, got to love HARM style munitions



thats not even close to a sealed suit...

Standing around, doing nothing as 40mm Launched Grenades are falling all around you, until you're covered in Security Guard and Joygrrl Guts.

*edited for peace keeping*

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It was actually fully sealed suits, the permaculture (sp) army just decided not to ware the boots so they could feel the land beneath them. This run also took place in the sewers and involved taking on some ghouls and a shedim.... we asked for their help but didn't really tell them what they were up against or where we were going. After our allies passed out we took them away and completed the rest of the mission and sent the shedim back to his own plane.

I trimmed a couple action from those drones or there would have been PC fatalities. Under the theory that a medium drone can mount a machine gun I cheated and put a machine pistol on a BOD 2 small drone. I didn't feel right killing characters with bent rules, but what I rolled up should have slagged them.


Man, I've got nothing but admiration and respect for the fearless and self sacrificing leader of the resistance. You don't often see crazy gun adepts with that kind of leadership material.

To make things clearer the rigger of the team apparently got a false rep as a fearless gun adept who would go down to the wire for his team, being the top leaders of the resistance movement in the Bay Area during the JIS occupation of San Francisco. The rigger is actually a coward who thinks that getting shot in the face is for chumps. Also there really was no leader of the team, but if there was the rigger would have never ever volunteered for the job (and he uses skillwires for his pistols.) He was also helping out the resistance for the high tech loot he could gain off of the JIS.

The very first thing he said when someone tracked him down and told him the story (as the person wanted to join the resistance) was "I need to change my face."

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On a side note: The mage after getting hammered, and was unable to perceive the threat should probably not have entered the building when not knowing what he was going up against.

My group was run through a beat 'em up where we had to hunt down some troll and ork adepts deep underground. After finishing almost all of them off with some very nice team work the magician picked up his dice for the final shot of the fight, and because he wanted it to be awesome poured all of his force into the lighting strike (or whatever that spell is called). One roll later he had a critical glitch, and ended up doing 7 damage to himself (no implants, body 2), and then took 4 more in drain damage. We all had a good laugh with that one.

And the moral of this story is: Never cast Lighting spells when you're standing in a puddle.

I also state for the record that carrying Electrical Detonated Detonators at the same time is also a bad thing.

So who had the C4 again? *Whooomp*

right...

I wonder if I can prank someone into doing that during one of my games...

Dwarf with the negative quality uncouth , 1 charisma, and no social skills went barhopping with our near-pornomancer face. ruined both of their nights by walking up to random girls, pushing their legs apart, and standing between them, looking up their skirts. and got the unholy crap beat out of them by my bouncer troll. Luckily, I was feeling nice and only wailed on them with a stun baton and dumped them out in the gutter... most entertaining introduction of a character ever for our group.

I've told the story here before, but I got into a fistfight with a fellow runner in the bedroom of a politico we were supposed to be extorting. He almost escaped out a bathroom window. The ork sam smashed his way into the bathroom as I ran outside to the window to stop the guy. The Ork sam then headbutted the politico in the face, K.Oing him and sending him out the window, where he landed on my character's head.

I also climbed a building in order to interrogate a fixer who had ordered me killed, and on the way took shots of a couple having sex with my cyber-eyes, sought out a journalist, and sold the sextapes to him.

I was also once faced with a rigger and a mage stepping out of his Westwind to shoot me with a shotgun. Bright spark that I am, I punched the mage unconscious, ran towards the rigger with the shotgun, jumped into his car, and drove away (Defaulting on the driving test).

The Security Rigger and my Adept Decker were escaping to the roof from a datasteal. The plan was to Parachute to the street below and then be picked up by the team. I was defaulting (SR3) from Athletics and the Rigger was using a rating 3 Activesoft. We jump, and both of us fail on the first roll. We then get a save or die shot from the GM. I make it...the rigger glitches. I take a Serious wound and the rigger dies. I drag his corpse 10 blocks before passing out from stun and then we are finally picked up. It was a good run

During one run, the physad used edge in advance to knock out the target the runners had to capture and rolled really well. After all 6s had been rerolled, and the new 6s rerolled etc., the final count was 20 hits - that unarmed attack had a DV of 25 stun, and almost killed the target through overflow. Only thanks to good dodge/soak rolls did the target just get about 8 boxes of physical damage after filling his stun damage track.

had a troll do the exact same thing to ... *drumroll please* a 15 year old human kid.

'stop that kid screaming I shouted'
the troll player announces gleefully I'll knock him out! cue rolling three pounds of d6, some over flow and an extraction target with a broken jaw, neck etc...

humiliating, I think we vowed to make the troll with the 'happy hands' wear big fluffy boxing gloves from there on in.

I was hired by the vatican to track down a spirit that exhibited signs of being the resurrected lord and savior. My Journey started in Seattle, bounced over to Japan, then Korea, then Russia, and then Mongolia. This spanned almost 10 sessions of me attempting to track and performing side runs to keep up my budget. After releasing a Deus shard in the Vladivostok Matrix, I got a lead that this spirit was somewhere in the vicinity of Kenya. I call up my pilot buddy, my gun bunny adept buddy, and my technomancer buddy and we all head down to Dubai for a long jaunt into the Kenya, where all we have is GPS coordinates. Long story short, we're out in a field trying to extract this spirit/guy who is displaying obvious signs of stigmata. I get impatient and throw stealth to the wind (I'm basically playing a ninja) and charge the guy. I get a well deserved lightening bolt to the face and my other buddies have to deal with the baddy. My last words before I fell unconcsious were:

"Will somebody please gun butt Jesus?"

That puts a whole new spin on the phrase "Jesus is out there, and hes trying to kill me."

We were running our 4th Ed characters through the back-log of SR pre-made adventures (1st-3rd Ed) to make our GMing job easier as we all work full time, have families, etc. We finally get to one where there is this racist diplo-dink who is running over across the pond and he wants us to security geek for him as an add-on to his regular protective detail. He's got a token elf, a few cronies, his security team, and us as he's knocking around Tir' WhateverIrelandIs with him and we have a schedule to keep with some free time.

First, there's the weapons restriction. Nothing heavier than a Hugh Jass pistol. Bulldog has an Ares Predator, a knife, and a baton so he's good to go, or so he thinks. They get to customs heading out and one of the CorpSec guys says, "Now we all have only allowed weapons, right?" We all nod and start stepping forward passed the gates. "And nothing else illegal, right?" he adds at the last second.
Bulldog stops with a big ol' "Uh oh!" look on his face.
The CorpSec guys smiles and holds out his hand for whatever Bulldog has.
Holding up all the passengers behind him, he pulls out his drug inhaler, and Bulldog stuffs it up each nostril to shoot a few torpedoes of NovaCoke. The CorpSec guy's eyes bug out of his head a bit as he watches this Ork gangbanger taking drugs in the middle of the corporate customs office. With a slightly tight voice because Bulldog is trying to hold the hits inside, he carefully places the inhaler tube-first into the CorpSec guy's open hand while looking at him dead in the eye, "Thanks for taking care of this for me." Bulldog grabbed his duffle and walked through the gate to the waiting plane.

Bulldog then gets turned down left, right and center at a pub before finally catching the eye of the resident pass-around barfly, who also happens to dig Ork badboys just like in the trid. Being the Orksploitation poster child in look and temperament our friend Da' Dog decides "WTH?" and goes back to her flat for some fun. Four hours later he sends horrible mental images to all of the other PCs with quotes like...
*Fingering his razor sharp knife* "You know, once you get the shag carpet down to the hardwood floors, it's not half bad..."
*Smiling conspirationally* "Hey, the difference between you and me (talking to the face) is that I just boinked that hot elf chick every which way but dead while I had my eyes closed for the last four hours..."
And the groups personal favorite, *After being told the barfly likes it a bit rough and rolling the dice for each character* "EIGHT STUN, BITCH!"

After the obligatory double-cross our heroes find themselves on the lam for being the terrorists that blew up a diplomatic meeting. Too bad they don't know this, eh?
Having slogged through the forest, killed a group of forest trolls, found a ride back to town with some grateful local bumpkins, and getting a hotel our heroes are quite tired and famished. Steeping into a friendly, neighborhood pub they order a few items and sit at the bar talking quietly to themselves.
*GM rolling perception* (To the face) "You see some of the other patrons are looking at you funny and then at the trid set up in the corner."
"Ok, I look at the trid set. What do I see?"
(GM to Bulldog) "The bloke next to you is giving you the stink eye, Bulldog."
"Can I help you, friend?" as Bulldog grips the handle of his beer mug tightly to use it on his guys face a few times.
(GM to face) "You see your pictures and a terrorist alert. Apparently you just attacked a diplomatic meeting of great import. There is also a substantial reward for info leading to your arrest."
(Face to Bulldog) "Man, we gotta go!" as he tries to pull the ork away.
*Tossing the face's hand aside* "In a second, this motherf***er needs to be taught a lesson in manners..."
*Trying again to haul Bulldog away as other patrons are dialing the 5-0* "Bulldog, we need to go NOW!"
*Rolling initiative* (GM to Bulldog) "Ok, you smash the beer mug against his head before he can react and he goes down."
*Shoving a boot into the downed patron* "You still steppin', bitch?!? HUH?!?"
*Face grabbing Bulldog's head and turning it at the trid* "WE NEED TO GO NOW!"
*Bulldog looking sheepish at the groaning patron holding his shattered nose as the innocent bystander bleeds all over the floor* "Oh s**t! My bad, bro!"
*Our erstwhiloe heroes both walk out of the pub at a decent clip before starting to run outright into the nearest alleyway*

ermmm. . . not quite, mom. The drones couldn't see the bike's pilot at all (Concealment and ruthenium)--only the mana illusion mage riding on the back of the bike. The piloting dwarf mage never went over 4 P or 3 S. It took two spirit tasks to wipe three drones, one to track the adept sniper targeting us, one to Accident the possessed rotor drone, one to help get the goods. Payoff: $120,000 for the job, info on our mysterious employer, a milliforge worth >$120,000 and a bad ass drone repair crew. Mage's cost: $5000 in binding materials and a moderate amount of pain. The B&E expert regularly takes 8P because the only armor he's been wearing is an armored T-shirt. The piloting mage and the B&E pro were the only two of the party who didn't flinch like bitches and try to run away after two party members were wounded. Fuckin' delivery boys. I thought i was working with shadowrunners! The dwarf mage was the one who completed the mission, picked up mad party loot and saved the job and the team's rep. The B&E pro spent an overnight in a clinic gettin' schwilly. Get it straight, cowardly rigger punk. Yer a fraggin' ork, for Wind's sake! mutter mutter forklift driver mutter mutter flower shops have tougher pilots!

Now, the sniper washout from the Tir Ghosts who amused himself by putting nanopaste 'trodes in airburst grenade shells and using them to assemble an army of bums . . . that was a silly story.

ah yes "Shot-to-the-face" how could I forget. That fool would shoot a trode paste on a bum and play raw emotive tracks as carrots and sticks. He was crazy.

Details?

Chris

imagine a Troll, about 3m tall with STR of 15 and Body of 16, taking a swing at the elfen bitch with 8 charisma, a body size of about 1,6m and a body attribute of 3 and a strength of 2 . . her brother happens to see it, quoth the troll:"She started it!" . . well, she did . . i still don't know why i was scolded *g*

Ok maybe the story is not so silly, but I think we should both withdraw our comments with that run as there was a good reason why the rigger of a plane wanted to bug out as well, which I will tell you at game instead of tell you here. Needless to say I think the GM had to pull a lot of punches from killing players in that run.

The elf shooting people in the face with pasted trodes.... well there is so much oddness to that story where can one begin? First he tried his idea on a few caged ghouls, which didn't work as well as when he went to a bar and set up a stall that said.... gee I forget, but the stall also had just a very bad name... something like "will shoot you in the face for 100 " One person tried it and so he gave him a large dose of happy.... then gave him angry, so the person drew a gun and shot the sniper at point blank (after the stinging sensation of being hit with trode paste at very high speed.) Later he tried it out on a hobo to help him search the car of a local drug dealer.