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My first SR game involved up to 9 runners at once, and I was playing a human berserker adept named Wendigo.
After our first run (retrieve a package from a gang), we were heading back to Seattle on I-5 when a couple of gangers on an overpass opened fire on our vehicles (2 vans, 3 bikes. I was on a bike) with missile fire. Fortunately I was missed, but the resulting chaos created a large wreck in front of the overpass. With no time to go back to the access ramp I accelerated to full speed and drove straight at the pile up in an attempt to use the momentum from my bike to throw me off of the bike and onto the overpass (because what else would a foaming-at-the-mouth, heart-eating-crazy do?). I missed my mark by a bit and took some damage, but grabbed a sign mounted on the overpass, and taking small arms fire from the gangers (some less than spectacular rolling on their part, and mystical armor) I climbed the rest of the way up and beat them to death.
The rest of my group had decided to plow straight through the wreckage, and ran from the now very present police force. I had to climb down, where I was surrounded by the cops. Seeing that this would be a very short battle, I tossed a lighter onto a gas spill, lit I5 on fire, and fled into the woods.
Whereupon I encountered some Sasquatches. I didn't have a choice. I was jacked up on berserker fury, was apparently an unstoppable killing machine, and I really wanted to eat some Sasquatch heart. So I got into a brawl with the Sasquatches, ripped one's throat out, and then high tailed it back to Seattle.
Showing up after being left for dead with a fancy new Sasquatch coat? Priceless.

Well, a group of neophyte runners were trying to learn some intel, and after an agonizingly difficult piece of legwork, they learned of someone who did know - a powerful sociaite. Breaking into her house and hacking her commlink turned up nothing, but they did find pictures of her darling chihuahua all over her commlink and her house, and they also found many aesthetics only present on the Astral Plane, by which they gathered that she was Awakened (probably a magician). Out of ideas, they then thought of capturing her and beating it out of her, but then remembered that their Johnson was offering a hefty bonus if they didn't harm anybody innocent.

Their solution was to hack her car as she was pulling out of the party. The car, instead of going home, pulled deep into an alley, where the troll pulled both her and her darling chihuahua out of the car.

Now, they already had a plan of action. They jerked the car to a stop as quickly as possible (by driving it into a wall), while simultaneously opening the door. While the girl was stunned (she had a facefull of airbag), they snatched her flailing and yelping chihuahua, ran back a few feet, and cast an astral and physical barrier between her and them, to protect themselves from being attacked via spells. (They were expecting bodyguards, and were surprised that she had none).

"Give us the intel you stole from Renraku," growled the orc physadept, sadisticlly holding his Ruger Super Warhawk to the chihuahua's temple, "Or your precious Fluffykins will die!" OOC, he followed that up with a delicously diabolical laugh.

What they didn't realize that poor, helpless Fluffykins was the bodyguard - or rather, the powerful Fire Spirit with realistic form who was possing the chihuahua was.

Oh, but they learned. At that moment, Fluffykins (and, by extention, th ork) became engulfed in flames (think the Human Torch) , and the chihuahua reached up, disdended its jaw to an impossible degree, and Unarmed Combatted the Ork to death in a single Surprise Round! (I discribed it as the chihuahua biting his head off).

Everybody: HOLY S---! DEMON CHIHUAHUA! That's when the entire party turned and ran away from the evil demon-chihuahua.

Is there a moral to this story?

I am so going to use this against my players in a couple of runs. Thank you for the fantastic idea.

So deliciously evil!

Yes.

AWESOME!

Well he...but...JUST LOOK AT THE BONES!!!

I had a free spirt face that did that trick alot. No real pink mohawk moments from him though being a stealth infiltrator sprit that could shape change put him in the pro box.

Our teams most pink mohawk moment has got to be what we now refer to as the "Flying Lawn Mower Of Death". Our groups Ork Melee Specialist got a call from one of his Loyalty 6 contacts and was mid-getting kidknapped, so we all hop in the back of his pick-up and peal out towards the scene. She's been knocked out and has a mage hood on and is strapped to a dolly and is being loaded onto a helicopter. The helicopter gets off the ground and we drive after it. Our mage casts improved invisibility, levitate and increased reflexes on our ork melee expert who proceeded to tear off the door to the helicopter, pull her out and kill everyone in the helicopter in a single pass.

What movie?

I believe he's referring to that movie about the naked snake and the leaky cup.

Oh wow, that took me a second to interpret.

I just remembered my very first Shadowrun character. He was very much in the pink mohawk vein, although I don't recall many specific moments of such. His name was Remy, and he was a Cajun troll who came to Seattle. Remy was a rock-dumb street sam... who thought he was a shaman. A Gator shaman, to be precise, straight from the bayou. His fireball spell? The grenades on his belt. When he tip-toed around he was "invisible."
We all knew it was goofy but we had fun with it, so the group ran with it and kept him around. He teamed up with the team's mage, a guy named Onyx, as treated him as though he were Remy's magical tutor. When Onyx finally retired, Remy ran alongside the bus for a few feet, crying, "Don't go! I'm hooked on Onyx!"
Yes. Bad pun. I'm not proud.
The GM finally granted Remy's wish (just around the time I was dropping the shtick), and he became a shaman. Unfortunately, his totem was Eagle. Eagle and Remy hated each other. With a passion. More than once Eagle threatened to just let Remy die.
The only pink mohawk run I remember involved our team fighting the mafia...or maybe the Yakuza. Anyhow, Remy was on top of our rigger's van, and we were determined to launch an attack on the bad guys that would give us the element of surprise. Our oh-so-subtle plan involved Remy, from his van-top perch, firing a Great Dragon anti-tank missile into the building before the rigger drove away. We were very upset later when we checked the news and found out that some malicious bastards had blown up a children's hospital with a missile...

I like to think I've grown up since then. All evidence to the contrary...

KILLER BUNNY!

A Harrowing Tale of A Pink Mohawk Fail for an Ogre Named Tigger in SR2

Shadowrun was my first rpg ever, and my first character ever was a hydraulic-jack sporting monstrosity of true Pink Mohawkyness who used a Panther Assault Cannon exclusively for head sniping. Really getting into the swing of this newfangled passtime, I had Tigger being belligerent in the way that all Pink Mohawks should: crazy-eyed, bellowing senseless orders at a crowd of frightened people, waving around the assault cannon and armored in the classic Trenchcoat/Armored Vest stack. In response my GM sneaks some pathetic mook up behind me (I dump-statted all my mental stats. Yup, even Willpower.) and used his pathetic mookey noodle arms to smack my monsterous cyber-ogre in the head with a tiny little sap. My first roll in any game system ever? A critical failure Body check, 7 dice. Tigger is out like a light, sad little tears are welling up in my young, innocent eyes, and my evil GM is cackling at my misfortune.

Thus Concludes Our Harrowing Tale of the Pink Mohawk Fail

Still no clue. I feel like I'm missing out somehow.

Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail, specifically the scene with the Killer Rabbit. And if you haven't seen it, you are missing out.

Not sure why people are trying to avoid naming it...."Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

Haven't seen it in ages, don't remember a rabbit. I obviously need to see it again.

How could you possibly not remember the rabbit?!

I don't remember a naked snake...

Naked snake = Monty Python, Leaky Cup = Holy Grail

It's been years...

because quoting monty python at the gaming table is an offence punishable by whacking with rolled up RPG-Books.

Bad sparrow! *rubs their nose in the DVD collection, and whacks em again* Bad Sparrow! Don't make me taunt you again!

The most epic Pink Mohawk moment I have ever witnessed I cannot take credit for: Enter BLASTO!, one of the best characters I've had the pleasure of playing with.

BLASTO! was a Troll Clown who was a member of the Scatterbrains. The only word he would speak was BLASTO!, communicating though variations in pitch and inflection. "Blasto? Blasto blasto. Blasto!" He drove a stolen Ice Cream Truck that had it's sound system wired into the speedometer and playing In the Halls of the Mountain King.

We were looking for a way to break into a building, and hit upon the fantastic idea of using the Scatterbrains as distraction. We financed their construction of a full sized trebuchet, and helped them create a "cream pie" to launch that was primarily composed of C12.

This poor corp sees a huge pile of the most crazed mental patients rolling a full sized trebuchet and giant cream pie up to the building, but didn't want to send any of their security on the suicide mission to try an stop them. So the trebuchet fires, the "cream pie" detonates, and an entire wall falls down.

At this point we came to the realization that this didn't actually help us on our run, and in fact we now couldn't get into the building. We failed the run, but filled ourselves so full of Win that we didn't really care. BLASTO!'s response? A very satisfied "blasto."

... You left off the fact that as I recall you were interrupting a Luau on a Hawaiian beach. Still makes me chuckle evilly to this day ;-}

I honesty have no memory of what was going on. You might want to add an Albino Pink Mohawk moment for the first death of Jack, you evil bastard. Hooo, that was fun.

Well, i got to play my new favourite Troll-Archer again today.
In a Matter of Minutes, i had showed down a container on top of a moving car which was passing by underneath a broken bride, had jumped not onto but INTO a Truck because i had looked up knassers WHAT WOULD SAMURAI DO just shortly before. And ripped off the head of some nameless NPC that was going by on the side of said truck with basically my bare hands . . because he was on a motorcycle, and my Troll with STR12 and Plastic bones was firmly rooted into the truck and just punched his hand out to the side while the motorcycle was going by . . basically a closeline from famous world wrestling federation antics . . and just because really good luck with rolling the dice, this actually more or less was and went off JUST AS KAIKAKU . . well, aside from my troll crashing THROUGH the roof top of the truck and INTO the Truck instead of simply landing ON TOP of the Truck to shoot around with his Shotgun . . but still, much fun ^^

scene: otaku had to infiltrate a school and locate a target for extraction. Run was a setup to get her in place for a capture (long long story). Team is all inside the hall staring out at the capture unit of about 12 mercs with mostly non-lethal weapons.. Team has improvised weapons mostly, a couple managed to sneak in puzzlers but that's it.

Unknown to the rest of the group said otaku had a contact... the leader of the red hot nukes... who helped her with a surprise in case she needed it.

So while the rest of the team is discussing options, the otaku is whistling the tune to her fav old kids show (smurfs) while taking various things out of her hello kitty book bag and while the teams demo guy watches... opens her large lunch box and begins to mix the chemicals disquised as the drink and soy sause together... and then does a lot of other things that make him whimper and cringe as he watches...

She finishes and with a loud yell of "Smurf you!" she throws her pink lunch box out the door into the middle of the bad guys...

The only one that survived the explosion was the troll and he was at 1 box ... and played dead like a smart man

Awesome! I should use that sometime.

Most members of the group I GM have a history of mental illness, which, although unfortunate, has resulted in an almost infinite supply of terrible and amusing stories. One story that captures the quintessential mentality of the group is...

The group needs some capital to finance a run for which they lack the requisite tools. The tools are expensive but the run does not have an immediate deadline. Probing their contacts for anyway to acquire money in bulk, they settle upon an unsavory fellow who peddles flesh in the local markets. Due to a recent immunological malfunction in his merchandise, he finds himself short more than a few 'units'. He is paying reasonable prices for high quality product. The group is thrilled! This will solve all their problems...

Except they can not, for the life of them, figure out where to find ladies who meet this man's requirements. The group holds an emergency brainstorming session. It is decided that the group needs someone who can perform moderate biosculpting, a collection of personachip BTLs and some random young women. To achieve this end, the group splits up. The face heads over to the local medical school and gets some wannabe surgeons expelled for being junkies. As they sadly pack their possessions into boxes he offers them a fortuitous employment opportunity...

Meanwhile, a gunbunny combat monster sets off to acquire the personachips from a nasty, drug peddling Vory-type who happens to have some discount brainbenders that'll definitely make you horny and possibly turn your brain inside out. Another gunbunny assists the rigger as she steals a beat up, old ambulance, though why they want this is a mystery to me. Finally, the mage sits around and complains endlessly about the morality of selling women into slavery (he has delicate sensibilities). The group is pleased, everything is going according to plan. They prepare to meet up at their current safehouse.

The ambulance is well underway to being cosmetically refurbished. The flunked student doctors are eager to get paid and are currently enjoying some highly discounted narcotics. But alas, the gunbunny and the BTL-dispensing dealer seemed to have had a disagreement about the price and quality of the BTLs. Words and ammunition are exchanged and both parties are left feeling worse than before. The group flounders, their whole plan of abducting women from the mall has been thrown into ruin. Without the brain benders, where can they possibly find people willing to engage in a life of deviant sexual slavery?

And so it is that my group ends up in the parking lot of a gaming convention, scanning the fattest, most shameless fanboys they can find milling around with a cyberware scanner to determine if they have the appropriate qualities to satisfy their ends. As each appropriate victim is discovered, he is surreptitiously tased as he moves through the crowd. "Oh lord! Someone help," the face would cry out, "this man has had a heart attack!" The paramedics would appear almost instantly, rushing the man away on a stretcher, the ambulance vanishing into the ghetto as quickly as it appeared. By the time confused and worried friends thought to call the police nearly half a dozen fatties had fallen victim to this bizarre abduction scheme.

A few days later, with magically healed surgery scars rapidly fading, five knockout blondes were sold to a particular pimp for top nuyen. Despite being drugged and tied up in a warehouse, the pimp could not understand why the women kept grabbing their own boobs and giggling lasciviously. But, like any decent businessman, he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth (at least not while the group was looking). The group drove away with cash in hand, and it wasn't for several days before the pimp managed to decipher the bizarre ramblings of his new prostitutes.

Horrible.
Efficient, but Horrible none the less . .
Especially seeing, how many of us fit into the conventin going shameless fanboy group i guess <.<;,

In a game I GM'd I had a bouncer at a club be a Cyclops who had had both hands surgically removed, and had midgets grafted on where each hand used to be. The midgets would tickle each other, and the cyclops. They would also scratch him. They pretty much acted as his hands. He would also use them as puppets and do ventriloquism. One of the midgets was dressed as a clown, the other one had his own little hand puppets that he would do ventriloquism with. They were all mind-linked through the same commlink, so they always knew what the others were thinking, and when one of them should say something.

I had a ork, borderline cyberzombie, and we needed to get into the barrens, and needed disposable transport. I joked about killing a pizza delivery boy and stealing his van. Seems you need to be careful what you joke about when you have about .05 essence and reflexes that make squirrels on a caffeine bender look slow.

While not too ridiculously over the top. We had our most pink mohawk moment last time we played.

We had just set off an explosion in a Shiawase facility (black shades up to this point) after making it into their corp hanger. Inside was a cargo plane, an armored limo, and a VIP which was a Vendetta target of one of the PCs. That PC decides to engage combat. After resolving that combat I had rushed up to a control room to close off the main hanger door to minimize the approaches that corp security could take while we finished our job in the hanger.

Our escape plan was ludicrous. At first we had thought about taking the cargo plane to escape in, but we nixed that idea due to the automated turrets around the facility. So we all loaded up in the limo, along with the VIP, and set the cargo plane to start moving in order to bust through the hanger door. The plane hits the door, starts barreling through it until the wings hit which promptly sheer off as the fuselage starts to slow down. The guy driving the limo guns it and somehow managed to make it through the wreck of the door and the aircraft. We prop the unconscious VIP up through the sunroof of the limo thinking that will help dissuade the auto-turret from firing on us. It sort of worked. The turrets targeted the engine block rather than us, but due to evasion driving the vehicle was unscathed. We barreled through a chainlink fence surrounding the compound and "launched" over a steep 10ft drop. At this point we're weaving in and out of trees (off road) at around 60mph in a limousine.

I'm surprised we didn't crash into a tree.

Edit: Heck, I'm surprised the limo was able to have any performance offroad.

Why?

because

Some people ask 'Why?'

Other people ask 'Why not?'

I would hazard a guess that when the question 'Why not?' is used, you've likely hit Pink Mohawk.

QF(TMF)T.

I thought of it and it made me laugh. Also, it really seems like this kind of thing is possible in the 6th world. One can ask why anyone would want to replace their hands with midgets. One can ask why the midgets would want to act as that dudes hands. I wonder the same thing about people who are into severe body modding IRL. I have no idea what someones motivation for doing something like that to themselves would be.

Still, that dude is a fun character to talk to. Using a midget-hand and doing ventriloquism when the midget is perfectly capable of speech. Classic!

That troll, in my game, would be referred to as a 'grue', something horrible just for the sake of being horrible, used either used as punishment or to create a brief moment of levity.

Or maybe someone decided to punish the three of them for something, and that they aren't entirely voluntary in their situation, but they've found enjoyment out of it.

As a side note, there's a nasty type of feral AI called a grue.

Sort of like China Meville's Perdedio Street Station, where this sort of thing is done as the official legal punishment for certain crimes. If you haven't read anything by him, I would highly recommend it. He is a master of the "weird fiction" genre.

I have read, and recommended, that book.

Theft of Choice is the best crime categorization ever.

That's not a bad idea. I like it. I find that sometimes in Shadowrun you really dont need to have a real explanation for something, because the player characters are never going to be friendly enough with that guy for him to want to tell them.

I, however, simple state, not ask, "What."

FTFY.

FTFY?