Yeah, I'm a little disappointed we went this way myself. I'm still convinced it's a plot by the GM to get us all killed, but the other player's voted me down.

"How on earth can you push button wrong way?" It is possible...

"To make this plan work we need bucket of explosives, bucket of bacon, stray dog, wolf pelt, doublesided tape, remote controll, levitate spell and some suppressive fire."

Not from Shadowrun, but anyway:

"Quickly, follow that cloud!"

Watch your back. Shoot straight. Conserve ammo. And never, ever cut a deal with a dragon.

I cite this because in a champain our group managed to piss of a dragon (adult western), the GM had it spend about 150 k , hiring our team and sending us in the most idiotic runs to trash our rep; in the end we managed to track it down (actualy we failed to identify it as a dragon) and stormed its headquarter.
When the blitz tooke place we found only a biig holein the ground, in which we were prontly trown in by the wizworm, who procided to defecate on us (quote: "Dreck"), and bombed the building, which caved in on us. We managed to survive because the ceiling blocke the mouth of the hole preventing the debrids from killing us.
When the Star found us (in a bombed building, with milspec gear and half drown in the dreck), they tooke our gear and instead of arresting us sold us to organlegger, as they did with some Ancients go-gangers a few weeks before. At the meeting with the butchers the (very angry) Ancients stormed in, we managed to escape but our faces were broadcasted on the matrix (while we were returning fire on one of the star agents that sold us) so we chose to pay a visit to LA (we belived that biz would be calmer there). However while we were traveling CFS our vehicle broke in the midle of nowhere forcing us to procede by foot leaving behind alot of gear and to fend of several assault from Native Californians dreckheads before being picked up by gypsy (oh by the way my character was an elf guess what it meant). Later to put together some cash we went to San Francisco for a couple of run and we were able to celebrate the year of the comet and Japan being blown up, we should have left for LA because as Saito went maverick we were sent to a prison camp. After evading we joined the oakland resistance for a while, than we returned to Seattle as bodyguards of a smuggler crew.
When the GM proposed the fist run of survival of the fittest we unanimously told "we want have nothing to do with dragons", resulting in a relevan other of one PC (a son) being involved in an accident involving highly cancerogenic wastes that required ALOT of money to be cured, so we contacted Mr. Jonson and told him that we had changed our minds.
At the end of the first run we were able to put the child in a private clinic but we had to go trough the whole scenario to keep paying the doctors; at the end Hestaby (when contracting the payment of the last run) promised to provide cure and istruction for the child (along 1'000'000 to each runner) so Lowfyr had no way to change our minds (by the way we didn't trust him more than we would have trusted an Alamos 20K terrorist) and we had the good ending; just to discover that the child had vanished.
I turned out that the clinic had harvested his organs to save the life of the son of VERY rich and influential family, and to not have the problem to explain it to us they hire an highly reputable runner team to dispose us. We tracked down the bastard and paid him a visit; he had guests: the drecking dragon from the beginning and Lowfyr (neither of them willing to let us have our way with our target). The evening ended with the team hired to geek us storming in, we left (barely) with skin without being able to do what we had come to do.
After that our characters quit the shadows and started a new life as fixers.

In the end the phrase that describes all is "No fucking dragons please".

Recent addition that had me laughing at the table:

A runner had a christmas party where all his good contacts showed up. Also invited were his neighbors, who he felt he should get to know better after the fire fight at his house when the Triads did a hit on him (at the behest of some organ leggers). Having a SIN sucks... , anyway during the party, there was much mingling then a bullet blasted through the PC's bullet proof glass windows. The second bullet struck a guest in the head.

One of the players comments:
"It isn't a party until sombody gets whacked in the head by an APDS round."

*QUOTED*

Doesn't really matter where you go, or what you do. You will probably still manage to mess it up.

Shadowrunners are like radiation. It can either be used for good or for bad, but you don't want to get any of it on you.

"let the sinless shot the 1st bullet" - shadowrunner's bible

"Let's go find some bad guys. Bad Guys have money."

Jacked in rigger: "Where are you going?!"
Me: "To handle things."
Rigger: "What should I do?"
Me: "Deflect any trees thrown at you."

Everyone in the van: "DEFLECT TREES!!??!?"



1st post ftw

Welcome to the shadows chummer, got body armor I hope.

"He's paying for it."

Said by a PC ork street samurai, pointing to the guy behind him while at McDonald's ordering (I forget what McD's is called in the SR world). This started in a massive pitched brawl/gunfight involving:
- said PC had an Unarmed Combat in the double digit range,
- another PC troll street samurai backing him up,
- said troll's Panther Assault Cannon,
- the destruction of an entire store,
- ~30 people dead,
- Numerous Lone Star chasing the PCs.

All because one a$$hole didn't want to pay 5 nuyen for a burger.

Sigh.

- J.

Another common quote (from the above players):

"I kick in the door and spray 1000 rounds of ammunition."
((*bang* ork and troll street sam step into a room and using HMGs to lay down suppressive fire).

These quotes are from when I was running SR at the tender age of 16 I should add...

- J.

.......... not very....hhmmm .......professional.

this remind me:
"A good runner knows when to start a fight and when to use diplomacy, when to stand up and when to flee."
"Who's the smartass who told you this?"
"My teams ex samurai, why?"
"Where is him now?"
"I think he's dead, he left a evening telling us he was going to broke in the appartament of some ritz scag to steal some dragon's eggs in order to sell them to a talismonger.... never seen again."

In bocca al lupo.

Thor shots and drop bears is just gods way of saying "I hate you."

McHugh's!

I didn't edit my post correctly but I forgot to mention that the PC that started that ruckus had an unarmed combat in the double digits.



That's it! It's in my old copy of Sprawl Sites but couldn't be fragged finding it.

Cheers,

-J.

I think I know those guys.

-Damage

Oh do you live in Melbourne Australia?

- J.

Runner: "We're the best runners in town. Have you ever heard about us Mr. Johnson?"
Mr Johnson: "Never."
Runner: "Err... My point exactly. In this business, discretion is the key. We're top of the game: nobody's ever heard of us."

No, Kansas City, Missouri, US.
But the characters sound almost exactly like some friends' from a 1st edition game I was in.

-Damage

In the barrens after failing to evade some lowly punks (low month, we were trying to economize the bullet):
Fragg!! Ok it stand a reason if oppose rimes with dispose.
(Side note: the punks ganged on the little dwarf girl, who happened to be an adept, they didn't quite get that the team wasn't letting them have their way on her but the other way around.)

The team having been hired to exfiltrate a teenage tearaway from a "adolescent correctional facility" and having had the NPC Technomancer (my former PC but since im runnign the game hes gets used by them for info retrival) dig some info about the facility

Rook (the techno): So I managed to pull the personel roster and its a little off.

Art (ex CAS military combat mage): How off?

Rook: Well there are 5 admin, 15 gaurds and 20 medical personel all for 50 inmates, also they have a 100% rehabilitation rate with most former guests going on to careers in the police, military or civil service.

Party (bar one): Oh shit

Batman (covert ops sepcialist): what, i dont see whats so bad?

Rook: You are not paranoid enough for this lifestyle choice


- If information wants to be free - she should hire a bunch of runners to extract her

"Sword's dont run out of ammo!" - Hiro Protagonist

"He who expects a knife in the back will die to a bullet in the chest."

"The brightest smiles conceal the sharpest knives."

"If she looks 16, is dressed like a cheerleader and wants you to go with her in the alley, you're already dead."

"When in doubt, double tap."

"A Revolver is cool, until you need to reload."

"Social skills mean never having to admit you did it."

"When the elf has 23 charisma, she is likely insane."

Every father is a motherf**ker

A chiphead'll do anything for 20 nuyen

Everyone has their price, but none are as cheap as your ammunition.

+1 Karma for you. That one actually made me laugh.




Common Troll saying: "Fragile things dropped from a great height make a nice sound"

In the spirit of some of the earlier quotes: Build a man a fire, he'll be warm for a night. Set a man on fire, he'll be warm for the rest of his life.

Some others from my games:

"Oh come on, it's just a puppy!" Someone obviously has never seen an awakened dingo before...

"How many floors are left?" "Four." "Damn, KNEW I should've bought another fifty kilos..."

Two members of a team of five are down, the other two on the run from the Tir Paladins with multiple wounds. "Note to self: It is pronounced 'Prince Surehand', not 'Ponce'."

"Okay, let me give you a piece of advice my father's father told my father and I'm going to tell you...when the cybered-up troll with the 40 lb sledgehammer asks you to do something, DO IT!"

"Okay, here's the plan..." "And when that doesn't work?" "The usual." "Twenty kilos of C12 and a minigun?" "Yep."

"Step 1: If it moves, shoot it until it stops. Step 2: Keep shooting until you're empty. Step 3: Reload. Step 4: Repeat Step 2." Said by one of my players before a run on a bug hive.

OK now to make a character who has the minor delusion that he thinks he is a character in a spy movie.....

Someone should start getting these made and passing them out at cons to Shadowrun players!

2 out of 7 characters left, deep in trouble on a run.

"It geeked the mage, broke the troll, blue screened the techno, hacked the rigger, and shot the gun-bunny. What the hell is this thing?"

Things finally clicked into place for the other character. "A Johnson."

Use the translation of my sig: "Don't just think, scheme!"

Never look a gift dragon in the mouth.
A fool & their nuyen are soon parted limbs.
It's a hellhound-eat-hellhound world, & I'm wearing Milk-Bone supports.

If at first you don't succeed, the solution is moot. You haven't succeeded.
If at first you don't succeed, someone else has.