The blues struck me while reading the other thread. We aren't just a bunch of bitchy bills, some great stuff happens too. Lets put stuff here that happened to you while or because of gaming. Not your characters but you.
This was a younger, quieter and far less obnoxious BlueMax, so the story is from his eyes.
Long ago, at an Orccon in the Hilton of LAX a much much younger BlueMax signed up for a random game of Paranoia. At the table were 5 gamers I had never played with before and Two GMs.
Hold the phone! Two GMs? why? how?
But young BlueMax didn't ask, he didn't want to intrude figured it would reveal itself. And it did.
Less than three minutes after we had our characters in hand, the GMs busted out guitars (technically a guitar and a bass but young Blue didnt know shiat about how rock was made. He listened to Antrhax and Megadeth but no classic rock). They also had an amp, a microphone and skills.
They proceeded to run a fantastic and interactive adventure. One backed with music.
Poor young BlueMax did not know what "Smoke on the Water" was but he could now humm along and bang heads to its beat.
It was finally time for my mutant power to come in to play, I was going to throw lightning.
"I will throw my lightning power at the other rollercoaster."
"No, uhuh that not how it goes you little hessian. Your character also has that personality disorder"
"Yeah, Zeus would throw lighting here too... I don't see your point"
"Zeus had style and presence, you have to make yourself known and present the invulnerable ego of a god!" guitar chord
"Oh, OK. I will say "I am Zues, you will stop in my name" and throw the lightining"
"No can do shortstuff. You have to put some heart into it."
Now young Blue was kinda frustrated. What on gods green earth do they want from me? How psycho do they want this character to be?
"Zues, take the mic and impress me" hands me the mic
Frag it man, I don't know what to do but here goes. Young Blue Climbed on the table, raised his left hand to the sky and his right hand with the mic to his mouth and then shouted
I am Zues GOD of Fire and lightning! I command you to stop
Right before I spoke, the second GM turned the amp way the frag up. The sound was deafening, the table shook and within 30 seconds came GMs from all around came to slitch.
But you know what?
It feels good to let it all go as a character every once in a while, and I will never forget.
Oh, and if you wonder why I am so loud an obnoxious... well you can probalby put some of the blame on those two great GMs.
BlueMax
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Well, I have a number of epic stories. You see, my group is a collection of legendary munchkins, and we have a tendency to take a game system and break it over our knees.
Well, this particular tale takes place in a game of Call of Cthulhu d20. The scene is set in a hotel room in the city of Arkham. The players had just busted a small cult, and had captured a member. Knowing that there was a large ritual coming up, they decided to interrogate the cultist, who is still oozing from gun woulds he sustained in the fight.
So, the cultist is tied up in his chair, and wakes up to four menacing envestigators looking him in the face.
Immediately, one investigator demands to know "Where is the ritual going to be held?"
The cultist grinned and said "There is nothing you can do to stop us now."
Another investigator levels a shotgun at his chest and asks "Where is the ritual?"
The cultist turns to him and says, "I do not fear death."
An investigator drew a crowbar and said "Well, perhaps you fear pain," and smashed the cultist's hand.
The cultist screams in agony, and he whimpers "Okay, enough, I'll tell you everything." (Good intimidate checks do that you know)
Well, managing to not be paying attention to the game at a critical moment, the investigator with a crowbar says "He's not gonna tell us anything!" and jams his crowbar into the cultists mouth and with a wrenching twist, rips off his jaw and tongue. I call for an insanity test, and two of the cultists pass out, and another one gains a corpse phobia.
Everyone at the table looks at him agape, and he just says "What, he wasn't going to talk anyways." A brief round of cursing follows.
Well, this particular tale takes place in a game of Call of Cthulhu d20. The scene is set in a hotel room in the city of Arkham. The players had just busted a small cult, and had captured a member. Knowing that there was a large ritual coming up, they decided to interrogate the cultist, who is still oozing from gun woulds he sustained in the fight.
So, the cultist is tied up in his chair, and wakes up to four menacing envestigators looking him in the face.
Immediately, one investigator demands to know "Where is the ritual going to be held?"
The cultist grinned and said "There is nothing you can do to stop us now."
Another investigator levels a shotgun at his chest and asks "Where is the ritual?"
The cultist turns to him and says, "I do not fear death."
An investigator drew a crowbar and said "Well, perhaps you fear pain," and smashed the cultist's hand.
The cultist screams in agony, and he whimpers "Okay, enough, I'll tell you everything." (Good intimidate checks do that you know)
Well, managing to not be paying attention to the game at a critical moment, the investigator with a crowbar says "He's not gonna tell us anything!" and jams his crowbar into the cultists mouth and with a wrenching twist, rips off his jaw and tongue. I call for an insanity test, and two of the cultists pass out, and another one gains a corpse phobia.
Everyone at the table looks at him agape, and he just says "What, he wasn't going to talk anyways." A brief round of cursing follows.
I met my wife playing SR over on Shadowland.org. I like to think that counts as pretty great.
As for stand-out moments during a game? My Street Sam once shot down a Hughes Stallion helicopter (with an enemy sniper in it) with a single AV round from his Ingram SuperMach (6L base damage).
That same Sammie and his Adept partner once kicked and headbutted to death six Troll gangers. We were drugged off-screen and dragged across the country without any gear (as the opening to the game), in a game that would eventually become known as "Bruised and Naked in Charlotte, NC." We woke up to find the gangers getting ready to kill us and sell the bits to ghouls, and we whooped their asses -- no armor, no weapons, no idea where we were, handcuffed, and each still sucking on a Serious Stun modifier.
As for stand-out moments during a game? My Street Sam once shot down a Hughes Stallion helicopter (with an enemy sniper in it) with a single AV round from his Ingram SuperMach (6L base damage).
That same Sammie and his Adept partner once kicked and headbutted to death six Troll gangers. We were drugged off-screen and dragged across the country without any gear (as the opening to the game), in a game that would eventually become known as "Bruised and Naked in Charlotte, NC." We woke up to find the gangers getting ready to kill us and sell the bits to ghouls, and we whooped their asses -- no armor, no weapons, no idea where we were, handcuffed, and each still sucking on a Serious Stun modifier.
My usual group nowadays consists of my girlfriend and my neice. My neice likes to play with options - her latest character is a technomancer with a fetish for gay romance sims - while my girlfriend is the sort that looks to break the game and do whatever the heck she feels like doing. The two don't often agree on plans of attack.
They were walking down the street and my girlfriend was feeling a little frustrated at the situation they were currently finding themselves in. Looking to vent, she shoved an innocent old lady into traffic, then walked on as she got hit by a car.
I, by the way, am not cruel and malicious. I was merely trying to make a point to her, and that point was ignored.
Suddenly feeling cruel and malicious, I decided that said granny was the grandmother of the local Don, and that they used everything in their disposal to try to take her out in retaliation.
A few ambushes later, my girlfriend has decided that enough is enough. Does she run away? Oh hell no. She decides instead that she's going to find out which hospital Granny's in and finish the job she started. My neice reluctantly digs up the information for her, and away they go.
..which leads to a running gunfight in a hospital, which ends in them jumping out of a three story window.
Finally figuring out that maybe they should let the heat cool off some, they decide to fly to Japan. I figured they'd fly, I just figured they'd stay within the continent, so I wasn't prepared with anything yet. Next game, she gets hired to assassinate a top model walking in a big expensive fashion show. I can't remember the specifics of what she did, but IIRC, it involved high explosives either on the catwalk or in the clothing.
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A female friend of mine is not a roleplayer by any stretch of imagination, but I got her to play a game of Werewolf:tA with us one sunny afternoon. She's got a hella devious mind and constantly looks out for herself, which led her on to pick a Shadow Lord.
So the group is trying to infiltrate a base for...something - it's been so long I forget - but they were trying to be all sneaky and shit, and since my friend was playing with the highest stealth rating, they sent her along to scout. Which she did. For all of five seconds. The moment the door closed behind her (they were already in the complex) she just started walking along, opening doors and not caring for a moment in the world.
Of course, someone finds her. But instead of fighting it out, running, what have you, she simply shrugs, says, "there's a bunch of other guys hiding back there," points towards the room the players are hiding in, and proceeds to keep on walking.
Needless to say, the players weren't happy with her, though it led to exchanges of groans, laughter, and back-slapping ooc. It's still a running joke with her, and she loves it.
I should stop hanging out with these people, shouldn't I?
They were walking down the street and my girlfriend was feeling a little frustrated at the situation they were currently finding themselves in. Looking to vent, she shoved an innocent old lady into traffic, then walked on as she got hit by a car.
I, by the way, am not cruel and malicious. I was merely trying to make a point to her, and that point was ignored.
Suddenly feeling cruel and malicious, I decided that said granny was the grandmother of the local Don, and that they used everything in their disposal to try to take her out in retaliation.
A few ambushes later, my girlfriend has decided that enough is enough. Does she run away? Oh hell no. She decides instead that she's going to find out which hospital Granny's in and finish the job she started. My neice reluctantly digs up the information for her, and away they go.
..which leads to a running gunfight in a hospital, which ends in them jumping out of a three story window.
Finally figuring out that maybe they should let the heat cool off some, they decide to fly to Japan. I figured they'd fly, I just figured they'd stay within the continent, so I wasn't prepared with anything yet. Next game, she gets hired to assassinate a top model walking in a big expensive fashion show. I can't remember the specifics of what she did, but IIRC, it involved high explosives either on the catwalk or in the clothing.
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A female friend of mine is not a roleplayer by any stretch of imagination, but I got her to play a game of Werewolf:tA with us one sunny afternoon. She's got a hella devious mind and constantly looks out for herself, which led her on to pick a Shadow Lord.
So the group is trying to infiltrate a base for...something - it's been so long I forget - but they were trying to be all sneaky and shit, and since my friend was playing with the highest stealth rating, they sent her along to scout. Which she did. For all of five seconds. The moment the door closed behind her (they were already in the complex) she just started walking along, opening doors and not caring for a moment in the world.
Of course, someone finds her. But instead of fighting it out, running, what have you, she simply shrugs, says, "there's a bunch of other guys hiding back there," points towards the room the players are hiding in, and proceeds to keep on walking.
Needless to say, the players weren't happy with her, though it led to exchanges of groans, laughter, and back-slapping ooc. It's still a running joke with her, and she loves it.
I should stop hanging out with these people, shouldn't I?
QUOTE (BlueMax @ May 27 2009, 11:45 PM) 
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I don't know why, but I can't keep the Meet The Engineer video out of my head as I read this. Maybe its the guitar...
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Well, this wasn't a shadowrun game, but it's a great moment that our group won't easily forget 
We were checking up some old tower with lots of rooms. In each room, there was a table, a chair, a cabin and a pot on the table. The GM explained the exact same description of every room with the exact same monotonous sound. After 5th or so room, one of the characters went to open the cabin, just like all the previous times. At that moment, the GM jumped up and shouted really loudly "Something lounges at you from the cabin!". Two of the players jumped backwards and if their chairs weren't against the wall, they would have flipped over right away. I was luckily sitting furthest away on a couch and wasn't startled at all *cough cough*
We were checking up some old tower with lots of rooms. In each room, there was a table, a chair, a cabin and a pot on the table. The GM explained the exact same description of every room with the exact same monotonous sound. After 5th or so room, one of the characters went to open the cabin, just like all the previous times. At that moment, the GM jumped up and shouted really loudly "Something lounges at you from the cabin!". Two of the players jumped backwards and if their chairs weren't against the wall, they would have flipped over right away. I was luckily sitting furthest away on a couch and wasn't startled at all *cough cough*
One of the bestest campaigns evah was a GURPS Space campaign. We played with Mixu running the show and the later creepy GM from the other thread running the game.
It was great fun, we played once a week on Saturday's. We had an all female crew. We once had a male character, but we had traded an auto-doc from an advanced tech all woman world, which when the male character was placed in the auto-doc discovered he had a serious chromosomal problem. He woke up to find his balls having shifted half a foot up.
Il Capitano's speciality was watching Soap Operas and used them for understanding foreign cultures. It was such a theme that when she retired she started up her own little soap opera making company.
My character's specialisation was knives. There was two great scenes which stick out.
One was we were doing a smuggling run in the Phoenix sector picking up coffee. Phoenix Marines dropped in on us during the loading operation in massive exosuits. Il Capitano took her little blue pills and ran out with carrying a box of plasma grenades which she started chucking at the exosuited marines. I then took my little blue pills and drove out of the hangar with the land speeder. Of course I get hit immediately and the land speeder rolls over giving us enough cover from their laser weapons. Il Capitano kept throwing plasma grenades with little effect. I decided I would give it a try and instead threw my monoknife. The first exosuit went down. Boldened I said I would throw the other against his combat buddy. That one also critted and the other exosuit went down.
Since then we have decided to ban combat drugs on the ship, and that I should not be messed with if I had a knife nearby.
The other situation was a traditional double-cross where our employer pulls out a gun and points it at our pilot, demanding we drop her and the matter conversion plant to some place. Il Capitano hits the lights and I quick throw my knife. The lights come back on and the woman is neatly pinned through the backbone to the bulkhead quite dead.
The group's name was BIBLE - Bitches in Boots and Leather.
I have never learned more about feminism than from Mixu. Saluté to you Mr Lauronen.
It was great fun, we played once a week on Saturday's. We had an all female crew. We once had a male character, but we had traded an auto-doc from an advanced tech all woman world, which when the male character was placed in the auto-doc discovered he had a serious chromosomal problem. He woke up to find his balls having shifted half a foot up.
Il Capitano's speciality was watching Soap Operas and used them for understanding foreign cultures. It was such a theme that when she retired she started up her own little soap opera making company.
My character's specialisation was knives. There was two great scenes which stick out.
One was we were doing a smuggling run in the Phoenix sector picking up coffee. Phoenix Marines dropped in on us during the loading operation in massive exosuits. Il Capitano took her little blue pills and ran out with carrying a box of plasma grenades which she started chucking at the exosuited marines. I then took my little blue pills and drove out of the hangar with the land speeder. Of course I get hit immediately and the land speeder rolls over giving us enough cover from their laser weapons. Il Capitano kept throwing plasma grenades with little effect. I decided I would give it a try and instead threw my monoknife. The first exosuit went down. Boldened I said I would throw the other against his combat buddy. That one also critted and the other exosuit went down.
Since then we have decided to ban combat drugs on the ship, and that I should not be messed with if I had a knife nearby.
The other situation was a traditional double-cross where our employer pulls out a gun and points it at our pilot, demanding we drop her and the matter conversion plant to some place. Il Capitano hits the lights and I quick throw my knife. The lights come back on and the woman is neatly pinned through the backbone to the bulkhead quite dead.
The group's name was BIBLE - Bitches in Boots and Leather.
I have never learned more about feminism than from Mixu. Saluté to you Mr Lauronen.
I have had a couple that really standout. Here goes a Reader's Reader's Digest version.
Running a Rolemaster game for a small group, the game was taking place in Harn. The home brewed adventure was not my best, but the players and I got in sync. There was this tension and it kept building as they were trying to unravel the mystery before being trapped for eternity with a host of dwarven ghosts within the gloom of this massive subterranean city. It was one of those times where everything comes together and you know that you could never script something that perfect. The heroes saved the day in John Woo style (slow motion, doves flying by, the whole nine yards, pretty sure that Peter Jackson would have cried and cheered) and when they emerged, dusty and bruised from the bowels of the mountain hold, they know that they had accomplished something. For more than 15 years I have been chasing after that moment, I have gotten close but no cigar.
The other that springs to mind, was D&D set in the Realms with a really good group of players. They come across a bear that could talk and the fighter type is just about three steps behind in the conversation. His wife got to giggling, then laughing, and then laughing so hard she turned the brightest shade of red I had ever seen. At one point the talking bear actually starts doing gestures to try to get the fighter type up to speed.
Big Bear points to fighter type: "Did you?" Then does the gesture for walking with his claws, "walk past." Does gesture with forelegs for a hole, "a cave." The whole time the player is just not getting it, distracted and annoyed by his nigh hysterically laughing wife (along with the rest of the group). I actually have to stop the game because I think that his wife if going to pass out. Every time after that when they were out in the woods the other players would be like, "Wait...was that bear." That is about all it would take to get his wife laughing again. Made a house rule, No Bear jokes. In fairness to her husband, he is a mechanical engineer, incredibly intelligent, and an excellent gamer.
Running a Rolemaster game for a small group, the game was taking place in Harn. The home brewed adventure was not my best, but the players and I got in sync. There was this tension and it kept building as they were trying to unravel the mystery before being trapped for eternity with a host of dwarven ghosts within the gloom of this massive subterranean city. It was one of those times where everything comes together and you know that you could never script something that perfect. The heroes saved the day in John Woo style (slow motion, doves flying by, the whole nine yards, pretty sure that Peter Jackson would have cried and cheered) and when they emerged, dusty and bruised from the bowels of the mountain hold, they know that they had accomplished something. For more than 15 years I have been chasing after that moment, I have gotten close but no cigar.
The other that springs to mind, was D&D set in the Realms with a really good group of players. They come across a bear that could talk and the fighter type is just about three steps behind in the conversation. His wife got to giggling, then laughing, and then laughing so hard she turned the brightest shade of red I had ever seen. At one point the talking bear actually starts doing gestures to try to get the fighter type up to speed.
Big Bear points to fighter type: "Did you?" Then does the gesture for walking with his claws, "walk past." Does gesture with forelegs for a hole, "a cave." The whole time the player is just not getting it, distracted and annoyed by his nigh hysterically laughing wife (along with the rest of the group). I actually have to stop the game because I think that his wife if going to pass out. Every time after that when they were out in the woods the other players would be like, "Wait...was that bear." That is about all it would take to get his wife laughing again. Made a house rule, No Bear jokes. In fairness to her husband, he is a mechanical engineer, incredibly intelligent, and an excellent gamer.
We had a really fun session tonight in my over-the-top pink mohawk game (where the PC are helping the punk band they somehow created to revive/save the true spirit of true punk).
The mage had summoned a guidance spirit to help the team. For some reason or another, the street-sam (an ex gang-leader, ex urban brawl player, famous worldwide and filled with testosterone and ego) wanted to pick up a fight with her (she had taken the appearance of a female punk with a huge mohawk). The rating 3 guidance spirit, being a punk guidance spirit, tried to kick his ass but got disrupted easily and the streetsam commented that "it was no wonder, she fought like a girl.".
The female technomancer didn't like that comment and flooded the streetsam's vision with AR spam so that she could hit him. But the streetsam was good enough at close combat to dodge her attacks and fight back, dealing her enough damage to fill her stun monitor and nearly fill the physical one too. Another team member tried to threaten him with a tazer, but got knocked out too. The mage then asked her plant spirit (a marijuana spirit) to neutralize him with its gaz attack (I don't remember the power's name). The streetsam glitched his resistance test and was knocked out (and completely stoned). They took him to a streetdoc and started talking about putting a cortex bomb in his head (they didn't really like him (he was no real punk) but his skills were useful to the team). Finally they chose another solution: they implanted something that would send electrical shocks to his penis as soon as he got a hard-on. They also had a remote control to send shocks on their own, or even to neuter him if necessary.
When the streetsam awoke, he discovered this problem, went to a street doc who told him about his new cyberware. Not considering the possibility that someone could have done this to him (he's far too strong to let anyone do this to him!), he phoned the other runners to ask them how ugly was the girl he fucked to decide to have this put in. They answered that he actually fucked a male wendigo. Shaken by this idea (and the fact that the streetdoc he went to heard it all and leaked the story to the press, destroying his public image) he decided to get neutered to prevent something like this from ever happening again. He considered that it was God's way to show him the wrongness of this actions.
He's now using what's left of his fame to try to get people to get closer from God and to stay away from the vices of the world. A nearly unkillable PC, socially destroyed just because of a sexist comment...
The mage had summoned a guidance spirit to help the team. For some reason or another, the street-sam (an ex gang-leader, ex urban brawl player, famous worldwide and filled with testosterone and ego) wanted to pick up a fight with her (she had taken the appearance of a female punk with a huge mohawk). The rating 3 guidance spirit, being a punk guidance spirit, tried to kick his ass but got disrupted easily and the streetsam commented that "it was no wonder, she fought like a girl.".
The female technomancer didn't like that comment and flooded the streetsam's vision with AR spam so that she could hit him. But the streetsam was good enough at close combat to dodge her attacks and fight back, dealing her enough damage to fill her stun monitor and nearly fill the physical one too. Another team member tried to threaten him with a tazer, but got knocked out too. The mage then asked her plant spirit (a marijuana spirit) to neutralize him with its gaz attack (I don't remember the power's name). The streetsam glitched his resistance test and was knocked out (and completely stoned). They took him to a streetdoc and started talking about putting a cortex bomb in his head (they didn't really like him (he was no real punk) but his skills were useful to the team). Finally they chose another solution: they implanted something that would send electrical shocks to his penis as soon as he got a hard-on. They also had a remote control to send shocks on their own, or even to neuter him if necessary.
When the streetsam awoke, he discovered this problem, went to a street doc who told him about his new cyberware. Not considering the possibility that someone could have done this to him (he's far too strong to let anyone do this to him!), he phoned the other runners to ask them how ugly was the girl he fucked to decide to have this put in. They answered that he actually fucked a male wendigo. Shaken by this idea (and the fact that the streetdoc he went to heard it all and leaked the story to the press, destroying his public image) he decided to get neutered to prevent something like this from ever happening again. He considered that it was God's way to show him the wrongness of this actions.
He's now using what's left of his fame to try to get people to get closer from God and to stay away from the vices of the world. A nearly unkillable PC, socially destroyed just because of a sexist comment...
My favorite IC event was in an AD&D game back in college. I was playing a Fighter (back when that was a good thing in d20) who had a 13 intelligence and a 5 wisdom. We decided that he was smart enough to tell you that a particular formation was a nimbus cloud but never thought to come in out of the rain. So anyway, we get hired to protect a merchant caravan - yes, I know, cliche - and we get attacked by bandits - yes, I know, that's cliche, too. So there we are on horseback, with an slightly more bandits than party members. They are armed with a mix of light and heavy crossbows. The bandit leader demands surrender and the DM asks what we do. I state that in all likelihood my character wouldn't take the time to thing through his actions and declare he is charging the bandit leader. The DM just sits there slack jawed and another player asks if I have lost my mind. Still at level 1 there was a chance he would die from the nearly point blank bolt. I insist that is what he would do and the DM - composure regained - calls for surprise tests. The whole party succeeds and all the bandits fail. We carry the day and get extra payment from a very grateful merchant. That moment came up IC and OOC for months to follow.
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