Whats the funniest thing thats ever happed to your character while playing shadowrun..

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This was actually in a game that I ran last Saturday. My team of Runners was meeting a Johnson at Club Penumbra, only knowing that their contact was a troll named Victor. Those who ever played this Virtual Seattle run will recall this adventure being Corporate Blitz.

Our heroes entered the Club and spotted the likely candidate who they assumed must be Victor. Without checking with the bartender to see if anyone was waiting for them, they approached the seated troll, who proceeded to offer them drinks and ask questions about what they do and how they can help him. The Face, ready to take control of an incompitant Johnson decided to pay for access to the club's only private room in the back. He negotiated the manager into shortening someone else's time in the room in order to admit the Runners into it earlier.

When Face returns, runners have determined that the troll is not Victor. Once they find the right troll, he brings them to the back room. The Johnson who hired them hurriedly explains that someone has shortened their time for discussion, he hurries to the point. The Runners all turn to the Face with arched eyebrows, who, in turn, frowns and shrugs innocently.

'Nuff said.

~J

Edit: Artemis, reply to your sig: There is only one path and that is the path that you take, but you can take more than one path.

Cross over the cell bars, find a new maze, make the maze from it's path, find the cell bars, cross over the bars, find a maze, make the maze from its path, eat the food, eat the path.

A lot more to the point, but just not as poetic sounding =)

Last game I GM'd, I created a child prodigy decker (didn't have th Otaku rules at the time) and named him Project Ikarus. (I don't like isolating parties into decker/babysitter and everyone else, so I simplify and give them a decker until someone wants to play one)

5 sessions into the campaign, everyone realizes the reference independantly and remembers the story of Icarus and his wax wings. For the next 3 game sessions, nobody would let him jack in, in case he tried to soar too high.

Recently we needed a distraction for our decker and stealth expert to sneak into a fairly secure building to get some information we needed for our run. What could be a good distraction to get all the guards in the building to one spot, well newbie shadowrunners of course. So this group of fairly decent runners noob out with shadowrunner kit #3 (longcoat, katana and ingram smartgun) and proceed rush the front of the building.

We went in (well drove a motorcycle through the front glass doors) stuck around for a few minutes making a nuisance of ourselves and left without really doing anything. I think the guards were probably really confused until one of them wandering upstairs ran across our hidden Oni and Dwarf team hacking thier computer from a corner office.

We have had many more runs that are far more humerus then that, but this happened so it sticks in my mind right now.

40 story building. elf face try's to climb it without assitance.

1 hour later the next character is ready. Same player decides to.

Shoot at LS.

1 hour later the next character is ready. Same player decides to.

Try to get some work at with his pals at Dante's Inferno. They actually get a job.
Player refuses because the pay is to low for a proffesional such as he. And in saying so ruins the job oportunity for the rest of the group.

A dark alley, a troll, an ork, and two baseball bats later. The player is gone in a huff and never seen at the gaming table again.

Kag: They want the same thing that you do, really, they want a path, just like you.  You are in a maze in a maze, but which one counts?  Your maze, their maze, my maze.  Or are the mazes all the same, defined by the limits of their paths?

Couldn't resist the pull...


I'm going to have to go with the night I killed the party. I don't think we've all laughed that hard.

Although there was a botched recon attempt that was instigated on the vague premise of hijackinga delivery truck. This abortion included: a botched delivery truck hijacking, a failed assassination of a witness to said hijacking, a subsequent shoot out with lone-star, a PC's vehicle exploding in the ditch, and the two PCs being picked up in their underwear by the instigator's girlfriend and her jackrabbit. All this took place over 50 miles from the site of the team's target. At least security wasn't tipped off.

This led to the classic exchange:
"We had a plan."
"You had a goal. A goal is not a plan."

For me it would be a toss up. Recently, a B/E specialist and my char (bear shaman) decided to fake a lesbian encounter in order to steal some info. We went into the hotel room with paper-thin walls and the B/E went through the ceiling to go spelunking. A few loudly faked hours later, we emerged (with our info) to find the two weasley desk boys leaning against the wall and panting. It was simple and silly, but it was fun to do.

On an earlier run, we were doing some recon off the coast. After going astral for some time, my mage decided to play. She then launched the troll off the side of the boat with a (painful) flying tackle and engaging in a water fight. Just for fun.

Our GM had a friend over that sometimes would join in our games. Well the GM allowed this guy to roll up a 'fink' character. He was working undercover for some Corp. We went all the way through the run and were finishing up getting our payment when the GM told us that everything went dark.

We start trying to switch to astral and nightvision to see whats going on but the GM then tells us we are all dead. Come to find out the 'fink' had been putting camoflaged det patches on our backs and had detonated and killed us when we got paid. Needless to say we were all pisssed (since none of us got perception rolls to notice this action).

My character, a physad, was a bad mofo and I was pissed. I had changed clothing 3 times during the runs to blend into situations better. Well I asked the GM about my clothes changing and if the 'fink' had managed to plant it on me each time. The GM looked up where he was keeping track and then look suprised because the 'fink' had forgotten to put a slap patch on me the last time I switched (changing out of my IR sneeksuit to my 'buisness clothing')

Needless to say my physad is standing there with the 'fink' holding the detonator (within arms reach from me) and looking very suprised. Of all the people not to kill I had been one of the ones he had wanted to kill from the begining, since my character was a bad-mofo

I rolled initive and he won and manged to drop the detonator and grab his shotgun and get one shot off (which I staged down to nothing) and then I proceeded to punch his head in.

Needless to say, the picture of a guy standing with a detonator in his had the johnson there with a look of disbeleif and the picture of a very pissed Physad turning around to look at the 'fink' with the smoldering bodies of his comrads around him is quite funny in my book.

I had a character die like that once. No roll, no nothing. The GM didn't even have the courtesy to tell me that I was dead until the rest of the team found my body. One minute I'm doing research in my room, the next I'm being fished out of a river.

There were so many sarcastic jokes about it that the game ended after the next session and we played something else with a different GM.

A couple questions about that run kagatenshi. First, it seems to me that yves wasn't rolling for drain on some of those flamethrower spells. And second, what did d000m keep rolling for?

It's entirely correct that Yves was rolling no drain. As a Drake, that was his prerogative.

~J

A drake can do that? Okay, now I really want to find a copy of Dragons of the Sixth World. That is the book with the drake race right?

I'm running a character with the Cursed Karma Flaw. The flaw description reads "This character is cursed to have his own luck turn against him. Whenever this character uses a point of Karma Pool, he must rull 1D6. On a result of 1, the Karma Point is spent but it has the exact opposite effect intended."

My character is trying to jump from a rooftop to a ledge below and into an open window. I blow my roll. I spend a karma point. I roll a 1 on a 1D6. The GM feels sorry for me. He asks me to roll again to find out how bad the result is going to be. I again roll a 1.

The reason for the athletics roll is because there is a gang down below waiting to shoot at us as we peek our heads over the edge of the roof. The more successes you get on your athletics the faster you get to the ledge and into the open window.

To recap, I attempt to jump over the roof wall to the ledge below and move into the open window. I blow my roll. I spend karma. I blow my "cursed karma" roll. I blow my "how bad is it going to be roll". I leap from the roof wall, miss the ledge by about 8 ft. As I am falling the gangers hit me with a missle. As I lie dying in the street below the rest of the party escapes through the open window as the rest of the gangers laugh at my bleeding body. The party high fives me on my successful attempt to distract the enemy so they can make a successful escape. I build a new character.

Nice thread. Wu Jen I like your story, it had a nice ending, I can almost feel your satisfaction over the net

My story is from the time of the election of 57. My gaming group was made up of mostly human types with only one metahuman, an elf mage named C´san. The rest of the group made "winky ears" at him and called him Susan constantly. In one of their runs they were at some industrial dance club meeting a fixer when a team of Tir Tangir special agents (whatever their called) led by one of the princes burst in (you might know witch run by now). The new clueless player (there seems to always be one in these storys) suddenly jumps up on a table and starts shooting at the prince first thing! The other players flip up their collars and pretends not knowing the guy. The prince, protected by magic, forces his way through the crowd and knocks out the new guy.

Later in the interrogation room new guy repeatingly referres to his elf colleauge C´san as "she" instead of "he", involuntarily I might ad ("...she was, ehh NO I meant HE), while trying to explain his actions.

The Team:

Elven Samurai: Casper
Human Merc: Blaze
Human Decker: Osiris
Tiger Shifter Mage: Red
Troll Sam: Bob

The mission:

Extract a women from a secure Ares compound.

The Catch

It is guarded like Fort Knox

The plan

Osiris hacked in and found the emergency plan in case of fire. The target would be packed up in sedan and driven off, using the freeway as the getaway. So they figured Red could use some fire elementals to light up the compound. The rest of the team was on the freeway, waiting for the sedans to leave. There would be 3 vehicles. The mark and two escorts. The last car would be destroyed by the fire elementals. Their plan for taking out the first one was inspired by Payback.

Bob, being the toughest hombre this side of the cascades would drive the teams Ford Americar at 60mph (100kph) head on into the leed car. He's got titanium bone lacing right?

The Action:

Just so I was clear, I asked Bob to describe EVERY SINGLE DETAIL from the moment he opened the door. They had to rip out the driver seat so he could fit in it, then he started the car and hit the gas. Just before impact, he says to me, "Oh yeah, I put on my seatbelt."

Unfortunately the belt didn't fit around him.

Bob went through the window at about 120 miles an hour. We laughed for like an hour. He ended up killing one of the other guards when his 600 pound body slammed into their car. So damn funny.

NERPS for president? *blames Ceres for that one*

NERPS means Nothing Ever Really Pleases Steve. It was a FASA in-joke, you know!

Our team was at a bar, when the street sam got his katana back from a johnson.

Player(sam) asks the GM, "so where's the microwave in this bar?"
Player(face), "why do you want a microwave? this is a bar, everthing's either grilled or fried!"
Player(sam) (ignoring the other player) "so GM, where's the micowave in this bar?"
Player(face) "I told you, there's no microwave! Everything in here's either grilled or fried!"
GM: "OK, the microwave's in the back"
Player(sam) "great!" The street sam goes over to the microwave and busts the glass on the door with the katana hilt.
Player(face) "That's it! You owe me 200 for the microwave!"
Player(sam) "But why do you need the microwave anyway? Everything in here's either grilled or fried!"

Turning the face's own words against her had the group lolling for a while (and earned the sam extra karma)

Seriously, though. The RFH isn't as funny without all the side-comments and such... Me sorta sobbing and staring in disbelief, and Dave frantically apologizing, and Jon... being the evil GM.