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Laodicea
Fixed That For You.
Xahn Borealis
Could've fixed 'simple'. FTFTFM? Virtual hugs whoever guesses right.
Walpurgisborn
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 14 2010, 04:08 PM) *
Could've fixed 'simple'. FTFTFM? Virtual hugs whoever guesses right.

Fixed that for the fucking masses?
Xahn Borealis
Nope! No hugs for you!
Draco18s
Forgot To Fix That For Me
Walpurgisborn
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 14 2010, 04:47 PM) *
Nope! No hugs for you!

:weep:
Saint Sithney
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 14 2010, 01:08 PM) *
FTFTFM


Man, that's one messed up, indecisive tranny..
Wounded Ronin
I followed a link from sa.com to this video, and for some reason I immediately thought of this thread.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyXGblps64M...feature=related

I guess it's from right at the beginning of that time period...
Abschalten
I ran a game a while back that lasted about two years. It was an odd mix of black trenchcoat, noir, and pink mohawk. Nonetheless the group enjoyed it immensely. Probably the most pink mohawk moment was when they were hired by a private art collector to steal the bronzed, memorial statue of Sir Mix-a-lot from Seattle State Park before its public unveiling. (In our deviating canon, an elderly Sir Mix-a-lot became a philanthropist and civil rights activist after the Nights of Rage, on the premise that trolls and orks were alright in his book because their women had huge asses. It helped that in real life he's from Seattle.) The statue had him in a heroic pose, wearing a pair of shades, a fedora, a trenchcoat and a feather boa. In order to keep the police from moving in while they were making the grab, they paid some Halloweeners in cred and drugs to create a diversion, which ultimately involved setting greased pigs on fire (which set part of the park aflame) and then getting into a car chase gun battle with the cops.
Draco18s
That's not so much Pink Mohawk as contracting out to a gang that is pink mohawk.
(I mean really, the Halloweeners are about as Pink and Mohawky as you can get)
But still awesome.
MortVent
QUOTE (Draco18s @ Jul 18 2010, 12:41 PM) *
That's not so much Pink Mohawk as contracting out to a gang that is pink mohawk.
(I mean really, the Halloweeners are about as Pink and Mohawky as you can get)
But still awesome.


Scatterbrains are pink mohawk

Halloweenies are wannabes
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (Draco18s @ Jul 14 2010, 09:50 PM) *
Forgot To Fix That For Me



Failed To. Good enough, your virtual hugs are all packed up, what's your access ID, I'll send them to you. This time without a trojanwormvirusSPAM.
Draco18s
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 19 2010, 07:54 AM) *
Failed To. Good enough, your virtual hugs are all packed up, what's your access ID, I'll send them to you. This time without a trojanwormvirusSPAM.


*Sends you his AID in a secure method*
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (Draco18s @ Jul 19 2010, 04:03 PM) *
*Sends you his AID in a secure method*



*Spoofs your commlink into slaving itself to mine, then steals everything of value, money, personal details, nuyen, then uploads a Rating 6 Black IC with the icon of the blue hug monster from the cup-a-soup adverts from a few years ago.*

Here's your hug!

*publicly posts AID to ShadowSea*
Draco18s
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 19 2010, 10:28 AM) *
*Spoofs your commlink into slaving itself to mine, then steals everything of value, money, personal details, nuyen, then uploads a Rating 6 Black IC with the icon of the blue hug monster from the cup-a-soup adverts from a few years ago.*

Here's your hug!

*publicly posts AID to ShadowSea*


Mm, good thing that was a throwaway device. <3
SkepticInc
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 19 2010, 03:28 PM) *
*[...] uploads a Rating 6 Black IC with the icon of the blue hug monster from the cup-a-soup adverts from a few years ago.*


Aaaah! Blue Meanies!
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (Draco18s @ Jul 19 2010, 04:52 PM) *
Mm, good thing that was a throwaway device. <3



You still have to ask the IC for a hug though. It's actually quite nice and warm, till it triggers the Black Hammer.
Draco18s
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Jul 19 2010, 01:01 PM) *
You still have to ask the IC for a hug though. It's actually quite nice and warm, till it triggers the Black Hammer.


No no, that's ok.
Laodicea
last night my players met a new Mr. Johnson who almost exclusively used an etch-a-sketch to communicate. I can't decide if this is pink mohawk or dark sunglasses. It's a pretty clever form of covert communication, though.
Johnny B. Good
This happened two days ago. Warning: Ghost Cartels spoilers ahead.

[ Spoiler ]
Dr.Rockso
QUOTE (Laodicea @ Jul 20 2010, 08:03 AM) *
last night my players met a new Mr. Johnson who almost exclusively used an etch-a-sketch to communicate. I can't decide if this is pink mohawk or dark sunglasses. It's a pretty clever form of covert communication, though.

Definitely pink mohawk. And a bit off the deep end silly.gif
da Loof
I just finished a run with one of the most pink mohawk moments yet, one that rivals the aforementioned tie-yourselves-to-an-ICBM-and-launch it getaway, earlier in the thread.

So this was a party of 3 mystic adepts: a Western Drake Martial Artist, a Nosferatu Combat Face, and a Fox Shapeshifter Combat Mage. Yes, they were powerful.

Now this run was to kidnap a Russian scientist for the Russian rebels, or at least, grab his research for less of a pay (in our own Deviant timeline, which my players have been proud pawns in since SR1, Russia is an extremely powerful nation militiristically, only it's in the middle of a civil war. I can't believe my group's so interested in this political crap). They painstakingly raid the facility by getting an Earth spirit to tunnel them a hole and get their TM contact (who is interestingly a runner in a different campaign we're doing) to hack into their security node.

When the time comes, they detonate a stolen ice cream truck full of fertalizer right out front (as a diversion), while the TK gets his sprites to plant databombs around the facility, takes down the spider, trips EVERY alarm in the facility, and locks EVERY door. Now the turret systems were closed-circuit, wich ruled out direct entry, so the shapeshifter used the tunnel system below (it was small enough for only him in fox-form to squeeze through; anything bigger would have been noticeable), while the drake flew down from the stratosphere, and shaped-explosive'd his way inside. Meanwhile, the face was inside with a realistic disguise spell and several Influence powers later. When the you-know-what hit the fan, he started casting confusion spells on the guards.

So anyway, some well-thought-out plan which was executed seamlessly, at the cost of some expended ammunition, a few lucky drain rolls, and a significantly expanded fueral service industry, but there was one major hitch: After they secured the scientist, dragged them into a nook, and performed an on-the-spot magical interrogation, they got him to hand over his research (in case he didn't make it), but they learned that it was useless without a key that was at his co-worker / love interest's house. Complication was, she was dead. And then when panicked and confused guards blew in the doors and started shooting, HE was dead too. After a Magic Fingers spell was applied to a fragmentation grenade so conveiently situated on one of the guard's belts, the runners were left alone, in an empty, blood-spattered room, with the dead scientist's bloody commlink in their hands.

But the real Pink Mohawk part comes later. Yeah, they exfiltrate through the roof hole they made in the first place (their first plan was to use the high-value scientist as a human shield, but that didn't work. Truth be told, I, as the GM, would have had the security fire on them anyway). But guess what? Helicopter! But that's okay, because the Fox calls up his air spirit, and a nicely timed ACCIDENT power ensues! Is there something wrong with your tail rotor, kind counter-terrorist helicopter?

Their backup getaway plan? Cast a physical barrier behind them, book it to a nearby cliff, and hurl themselves off.

'Course, they've got that figured out too. Fox shapeshifter gets the air spirit (as a final service) to put him safely at the bottom), and the drake transforms into a western dragon halfway down, and catches the nosferatu before he hits the bottom.

LATER, they find hmselves in sunny Novosibirsk, 3rd most populous city in Russia. Only now it's a war zone. Yes, of all places, THIS is where the house of their friend the scientist is (or used to be).

So, after a random encounter with a squad of spec-ops, a brief debate about hether or not you could target somebody wearing MilSpec armor (given as you can’t actually SEE any part of them), and a few First Aid tests and Heal spells to fix them pesky bullet wounds, and an irritating game of cat-and-mouse with a tank which ended with the runners dropping a house on it, they got to the ruins of the house, located the secret James Bond-style underground lab/bunker, and got the cipher (along with some other “expensive-looking shiny things”, as they called them).

It was a good thing that they closed the door to that bunker and that it also turned out to be a Faraday cage, because that was when the EMP bombs went off. That’s when they realized exactly what the spec-ops soldiers they encountered were doing lugging around that suspicious-looking gizmo, and decided they were glad they didn’t bring it with ‘em.

That’s why the rebels had pulled out the tanks and the air support, and why they were falling back from the city altogether. Government fighter jets and choppers came hurdling out of the sky, bombarding the city and acting like its own artillery strike, and then the rebel planes came in, assuming instant air dominion, initiating bombing runs, and parachuting in troopers to perform the mop-up.

The bombs, they could take. But when they saw the parachutes, they decided that it was time to go.

A few bound spirits called for astral defense, Enhance Reflexes spells all around, some Deflection and Armor, and Invisibility spells, custom-made Feather spells (which they invented for specifically this use), and a few edge points spent on drain later, and they were ready.

The drake shifted into his form and the nearly weightless people (as seen by their Feather spell) hopped on, and the drake took to the air. Immediately they were accosted, first by heat-seeking missiles, but the two riders were wearing heavy thermal damping, and the drake had spent the extra BP at creation to have an electricity elemental attack instead of fire (and was a REPTILE), so they were safe from that. The sweet stuff came later, when the fighter jets turned on the chainguns.

That drake was flipping and corkscrewing through the air, dodging a torrential rain of bullets, and those that did get through were stopped by his hardened armor. And the two riders weren’t rolling to poorly either. They were casting lightning bolts at fighter jets while riding a dragon in the middle of a Russian warzone, and they weren’t rolling to badly themselves. And more than one jet the drake closed in on and raked to pieces himself with his claws or his lightning attack.

So yeah. They got away.

TL;DR. People ride on a dragon in the middle of a war zone in civil Russia, dragon aerial dodges missiles and bullets and tears fighter jets apart while riders hurl lightning bolts from its back as they fly the 5-mile gauntlet to safety.
Stahlseele
*nods sagely*
that's the kind of stuff legends are made from
Wounded Ronin
That needs to be set to a music video.
Doc Chase
QUOTE (Wounded Ronin @ Jul 21 2010, 02:24 PM) *
That needs to be set to a music video.


Like, a Slayer music video.
Dr.Rockso
QUOTE (Doc Chase @ Jul 21 2010, 09:32 AM) *
Like, a Slayer music video.

True that. Actually, funny you should mention that. I'm seeing them next weekend
Squiddy Attack
Anyone know an appropriate Slayer song for it?
Dr.Rockso
QUOTE (Squiddy Attack @ Jul 21 2010, 09:43 AM) *
Anyone know an appropriate Slayer song for it?

Reign of Blood?
Martin_DeVries_Institute
My old SR2 group had a rigger who, amongst his arsenal of drones, kept a couple of simple ones he brought out whenever we inevitably screwed up and needed explosives to escape. He'd designed them using the rules in the Rigger books. They were small, spherical VT drones; not much in the way of Sensors, Armor, or any of that stuff. They were basically jet engines packed with C-XII. For a "last resort" weapon they got a lot of use.
  • We once found ourselves in the middle of the Caribbean, our escort mission beset by a boarding pirate crew and a Renraku strike team. We had no trouble wiping out the pirates or corpsec, except for the friggin' cyberzombie that Renraku had brought with them. Armored cyberlimbs and a jacked-up Body attribute meant small arms wouldn't even scratch him, and sniper rifles and LMGs were a mere tickle. But one of these drones to the face worked wonders, though it nearly sank our boat as well. (We were teenagers. Foresight was not our strong point.)
  • Why were we on a boat in the Caribbean? Because our last escapade, in New York, had involved the rigger and my sammy being ambushed after a meet with a Johnson. A pan-corporate sec team was after us in a section of NYC still ruined from the '05 quake; they brought helicopters to chase us through the streets. They obviously weren't concerned about collateral damage, so we said fuck it; I whipped out a machine gun and the rigger popped the turret on his van and opened fire. We were holding our own but we weren't really escaping that well, so he activated three of his mobile bombs, flew them into the bases of some abandoned skyscrapers, and used some not-so-controlled demolitions to collapse the path behind us. They lost us in the resulting smoke and dust. The boat trip/escort mission was a way to see the world while living down the notoriety from that problem.
  • We brought one with us into the Arcology when Deus was still rocking the boat. That was fun.

What the rigger was really proud of was the chair he had designed from the Rigger rules. His La-Z-Ass chair. The chair had treads and rigger controls, so he could just sit in that thing and follow us around on runs. It would carry him so we didn't have to and he would never have to pull attention away from his rigging. The gun had two pop-out SMGs built into it in case we got into firefights while he was jacked in. He wanted us to call it his Professor X chair; our GM took to calling it him "Kid Vid' instead after some old Burger King commercials instead. (The GM was also his older brother. Ah, familial tensions.) Much to our rigger's dismay "Kid Vid" ended up becoming our nickname for him.
Squiddy Attack
So my sister became mildly interested in Shadowrun, and I decided to help her make a character today. She seemed to like the idea of exploding drones, so, having no idea what I was getting into, I decided to help make a rigger with a talent for demolitions.

We allocated attributes, and I went off to do some other things for a bit while she picked qualities.

When I got back, the character was "The Mad Bomber Who Bombs Whenever The Hell She Wants" and had taken the Multiple Personality Disorder quality. She'd decided one personality was a down-to-earth businesswoman and the other was The Bomber, and took Day Job to go along with it. She has a Black Market Pipeline to explosives and, worst of all, Digital Doppelganger. Out there, some poor wageslave is getting blame for The Bomber's actions and bills for The Bomber's illegal purchases, no doubt massive bulk orders of plastic explosives. The Bomber personality was loud, foul-mouthed, and the type to chain-smoke anything.

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Especially since she claims she wasn't even trying for Pink Mohawk.


Edit: She also intends to use Bust-A-Moves to great effect. Sadly, that part is my fault (as is The Bomber's name. I showed her the list of Things Not Allowed a while back...).
tifunkalicious
A heavily modified Conestoga Vista (note, city bus) painted purple with a gold stripe along the side. Mounted miniguns on both sides, shined rims, shag carpet, and fuzzy guns on the wheel.

This is the vehicle rigger's brainchild, and is only harnessed for jobs outside city limits which happens to be most of them. The Calfree setting's intrigue is mostly in the surrounding area of Sacramento, rather than in the city itself.
Kruger
QUOTE (Dr.Rockso @ Jul 21 2010, 06:47 AM) *
Reign of Blood?

The song is Raining Blood. The album is Reign in Blood.

You're not a very good rock n roll clown. frown.gif
Dr.Rockso
QUOTE (Kruger @ Aug 4 2010, 03:36 AM) *
The song is Raining Blood. The album is Reign in Blood.

You're not a very good rock n roll clown. frown.gif

Must be hitting the Novacoke too hard. Always get those 2 mixed up.
PoliteMan
We can't sneak into a corporate research center by ground.
We have a chopper but they have anti-air defenses so we can't land.
We don't have parachutes.
Our mage knows levitate.

The only time I've ever said "I have a horrible idea" and it actually worked.
Doc Chaos
Not really Pink Mohawk, but subtle use of Magic. A spell to create a large blob of jelly on the point of impact of the team on the other hand...
ggodo
Just got back from my group. We're running Dawn of the Artifacts, and for those of you who've played it there's A part where you infiltrate a Faustian Manor during a Fancy Dress Gala. It's supposed to be a huge social and stealth segment, get in and grab it, and get out, while potentially making some magical contacts. My players shot out a tire of the Interpol HRT van, tossed the Bear-formed Shaman through the outer wall, fought their way through magical security, mundane security, and a couple of magical guests, in order to achieve nothing but a huge distraction while The Doctor, Longbow, and The Infiltrator got the disc, all while trapped in the house with the two important NPCs who are rather annoyed with their team's tactics. The best part is it all began with the hidden sniper character deciding to shoot at a van that tried to leave when longbow's drone tried to scan it. At no point was any of this planned, it did nothing but hamper the original plan, and yet they still managed to get out by scaring the civilians into stampeding out of the house. I probably shouldn't have let them get away with so much, but I was laughing too hard.
CanRay
From one of my stories:

"Seeing that building caused my engine to rev up and my heart to race. My mind filled with a rage that I knew was not borne of drugs. These were the people that had raped my mind, probably tried to rape my body, and forced me through this whole scene. I needed to handle this calmly, however. The Johnson from Hell wanted the person responsible, and he wouldn't get that if I killed him in a murderous rage.

That's what the little voice in the back of my head was telling me. My metal and flesh told it to shut the frag up..."
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (CanRay @ Aug 11 2011, 07:33 AM) *
From one of my stories:


A Night To Never Remember?
Gerzel
Sailing across the Atlantic in a luxury yacht to meet my PC's formerly arranged spouse. A noble elf that has gone Nosferatu and who wants to capture my PC, infect her with HMVV and then flood the world's oraculum market using her breast milk.
KarmaInferno
End of the final fight scene from the very last Virtual Seattle mission. Bad guy has gotten away from the team, and is peeling around the corner in an armored limo.

...only to be broadsided by my merc's battlevan into a wall. Leaving the van pinning the limo there, my character, suffering like 9 boxes of damage from the fight, exits the rear of the van, staggers down the street a bit, then turns to shoulder the tube-shaped object he'd snagged on the way out.

Dragon ATGM into the van, which was filled with hundreds of kilos of explosives, weapons, and ammunition.

It was a very pretty sunrise.





-k

After recuperating for a bit, my merc moved to Manhattan, bought a bar, and retired to a simple life. Then about 20 years later, it blew up. But that's another story.





CanRay
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Aug 11 2011, 01:00 PM) *
A Night To Never Remember?
Yes.
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (CanRay @ Aug 12 2011, 07:44 AM) *
Yes.

*fangirlboy squee*
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (Gerzel @ Aug 12 2011, 12:00 AM) *
Sailing across the Atlantic in a luxury yacht to meet my PC's formerly arranged spouse. A noble elf that has gone Nosferatu and who wants to capture my PC, infect her with HMVV and then flood the world's oraculum market using her breast milk.

WHAT.
Tymeaus Jalynsfein
QUOTE (Xahn Borealis @ Aug 12 2011, 11:43 AM) *


No Warning whatsoever... You are a bad, bad man.
Dr.Rockso
QUOTE (Tymeaus Jalynsfein @ Aug 12 2011, 03:16 PM) *
No Warning whatsoever... You are a bad, bad man.

2 hours of your life, gone?
Tymeaus Jalynsfein
QUOTE (Dr.Rockso @ Aug 12 2011, 01:44 PM) *
2 hours of your life, gone?


I managed to tear myself away after 30 minutes... He's a bad man... smile.gif
Xahn Borealis
QUOTE (Tymeaus Jalynsfein @ Aug 12 2011, 10:06 PM) *
I managed to tear myself away after 30 minutes... He's a bad man... smile.gif

devil.gif
TheWanderingJewels
Pink Metal Hair

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiESgYr35gA
CanRay
QUOTE (TheWanderingJewels @ Aug 23 2011, 10:28 PM) *
*Looks at the Zippo of my Father* It feels so insignificant now.

EDIT: Which makes me want to get Pink Mohawk on people. The Zippo Of My Father should *NEVER* be insignificant!
TheWanderingJewels
and now, for some reason, I think Zippo should be make of one of those portable flame throwers from 4a...
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