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That's the purpose for the rubberband. Better than viagra. Besides blueballs is easy enough. You rub him until he is about to come off and then have your boyfriend phone up and excuse yourself to go have sex with him.

Finally. I was wondering why nobody mentioned a damn Zippo.

I call my F7 Bound Fire Spirit Zippo...guess what he does?!

Burning down several hundred acres of forest when you intended to light a campfire?

I'll tell you one thing... Fire spirit in a super pressurized room with lots of plastics and electronics = fun for all who aren't in the building...

Aye, but then you have to ask yourself whether or not spirits have lives outside of being summoned, do they really exist in the metaplanes in their "downtime" or does a Mage create them at the moment of summoning. If the answer is the former I think it would lead to a pissed off spirit after awhile as it gets called from it's bath, dinner, private time for no real reason and doesn't even get any closer to becoming free of its bounds.

And if the answer is the latter and the spirit's personality is formed from the Mage's subconsience mind, how would the Mage feel about being little more than a slave?

However, with that said, I think summoning a ( Force 1 ) Spirit to light your cigar or warm your soykaf is a fragging cool idea, I suppose a flamebolt spell would probably do the trick as well, but even casting it at ( Force 1 ) might be too much for what we want here, perhaps allow Mages to cast ( Force 0 ) spells for such minor effects?

True, but what I meant is do the Spirits exist before they are summoned.

You know, we keep asking the Mages and Shamans these questions, when we should be asking the Spirits.

So, who's up for a random "Spirit on the Street" Interview?

No one has mentioned bringing their towel?

A towel is about the most massively useful thing a shadowrunner can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold glaiciers of the Athabaskan Council Tribal Lands; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Caribbean League, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert sands of the Pueblo Corporate Council; use it to sail a miniraft down the Orinoco River when trying to infiltrate the Proteus Arcoblock; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward off Neuro-stun VIII or avoid the gaze of the Greater Western Dragon Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid paracritter, as far as dragons go, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough. More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a wageslave discovers that a runner has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a pocket secretary, credstick, APDS ammo, Panther Assault Cannon, ally spirit, GPS reciver, Fairlight Excalibur, ball of monowire, dikoted Ares Viper Slivergun, acid-resistant armored longcoat, Steel Lynx drone etc., etc. Furthermore, the wageslave will then happily lend the shadowrunner any of these or a dozen other items that the runner might accidentally have "lost". What the wageslave will think is that any man who can run the length and breadth of the shadows, go SINless, get screwed by their Mr. Johnson, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.