it was our second night playing sr4 after it came out, had a buddy who was playing an adept, kill a feathered serpent with a mag light, in 2 rounds of combat.

my group is fairly black trenchcoat, with a couple minor exceptions.

the one hacker, had a casemod to his commlink so it looked like Guitar hero. one of the others (i forget who) paid an npc hacker to spam him with polka music (a running gag in our group with his characters).

now when left to their own devices, the adept face started a cult (cult of 31, with pink jackets. yes it was a baskin robins theme). and the rigger had some fun in a race with a million nuyen prize- he got a nicely decorated bus, put humanoid drones in it, and actualy won the race despite a few problems... he invested his million in a nice stock portfolio, but lost everything when his fake SIN was blown later that session on their getaway.

i tried to give em a bunch of fun toys (including a bug spirit larva symbiote) but for some odd reason they didnt want them... even though they let aztechnology put cranial bombs in their heads (because the ware was cheap at their beta clinic!). aztech was very happy with all the nice biotech the runners brought them after all, even if the johnson was killed by sniper fire.

Go here. I cannot think of a cooler moment. Ever!

We have a few moments of mohawkness in our games the worst I'm afraid were caused by my Mage with the shapechange spell

The drake in the team had done a grab and run on a item we extracting under heavy fire. After flying in at high speed and just managing to grip the damm thing (A bronze helmet we were told had no magical properties when we agreed to do the job) became stuck to his foot and he couldnt let go.

After much silliness flying around with what amounted to a very bling bit of foot jewerly he lands beside the van and tries to shift back. For some reason he cant go back to human form or drop the thing, hoping for the best I overcast shapechange on him and due to some lucky rolls (edged on the drain) and because the GM just hadnt seen it coming I again created a DragonPig small enough that we could fit him in the van with everyone else (little scaly foot still stuck to the helmet).

What I didnt know at the time was the GM had planned a dogfight for the Drake and something airborne as we went to the drop off but was so pleased we found another way out he allowed it.

There is a Fixer I use in all my Seattle-based games. Ork Fixer, gold teeth, yellow suit, faux-leopard skin lined, to the huge double breasted jacket, platform shoes with goldfish in them, wide brimmed(as in..out to his shoulders) yellow hat with a HUGE arse yellow ostrich feather. Goes by the name Frederick Olivier Hollywood. He also doubles as a low end johnson for handling repossessions. The earliest job I used him in(2nd Edition), he hired the team to repossess the synthacardium of a dwarf child(on a little league team...the wealthy parents thought that, since it was done by a street doc, they didn't have to pay). Frederick keeps the heart preserved in a small jar..Yes, he really does have the heart of a small child that he keeps in a jar on his desk. And the speech that I give runners when he first starts working with them always involves him telling the story...and putting the jar on the desk...and saying "Now...if I hired someone to do that for one of my clients...imagine what I would do if you crossed me?"

Oh...and Frederick is a physical Adept to boot...In one game, I actually had a player get on Frederick's bad side. Fredericks response was simple "If you keep doing that, I am going to rip your heart out through your ass." You
guessed it...player did not cease and desist..so, when you make a statement like that...Level D killing hands, and a strong Ork...the player failed to stage down the damage(5 soak successes, verse 7 successes on the damage roll)....
Yes, Frederick really DID rip the guy's heart out through his ass...and then billed the guys next of kin for the
dry-cleaning.

Western drake, I assume?

Easten actually, he has a custome nodachi which he uses like a katana in drake form.
He thinks its badass and I dont have the heart to tell him how silly it looks

How does he use that without hands?

Eastern dragons have have oposable thumbs hence it being a custom job in human its massive but in drake its more to scale

Rule of Cool.

My eastern drake has a Katar. And being of the cloak and dagger type, a katar was one of the best melee weapons I could pick up.

Wiping out a museum full of people and nearly himself in broad daylight to get two guys. Guess I just thought that seemed over the top.

You know, should have thought of this thread but... mentioned it in things I'm no longer allowed to do first. The team had to get in to a guarded facility with surveillance systems all throughout... except the roof. My character (yay, I got to play for once!) is a troll street sam/ infiltration expert who is in a B&E focused street gang with a love of extreme sports. When going over the data on the facility my character points at the big old hole in their security, when the rigger pointed out the team had no aerial assets I point at my parasailing gear (for some reason team discussions always happen in my character's apartment, something about furniture being crushed by the trog's big hoop or some such). Since my character was the only one with the needed skills we hook his gear to the back of the rigger's vehicle, get a good bit of speed going and my character parasails (in synth-leather duster and mirror shades) over the security systems to break in and steal the McGuffin. the ex-filtration was a mess, eventually he got spotted and it devolved into a gunfight, still pulled it off though.

*nods* that's beautifull ^^

Where was that story of that one thief who stole something by doing just that?

It was post on dumpshock a month or two ago. Guy parachuted down and stole the thing (all I remember is that it's star shaped, has lots of diamonds, and that there are very few of them left, originally made for a queen of England) and no one realized that it was stolen.

3rd Ed, running a conversion of the a 2nd ed adventure, the name of which escapes me (though I think it was from SuperTuesday).

At any rate the adventure led us to some illegal rave that was taking place in a mall, and we were supposed to find a guy there who might have some information we needed. Unfortunately the mall happened to be the mall where our gunbunny who had the dayjob flaw worked as a security guard.

Upon seeing hoodlums trashing his mall "The Colonel" decided to disperse the crowd. He stood on a table at one end of the foodcourt with a megaphone and shouted "disperse!" immediately following it up with a couple hand grenades.

Then there was a lot of running, some screaming, automatic weapons fire, and then Lone Star pulled up.

We ended up escaping into Redmond driving a hijacked Police van, sorta like that scene out of Robocop.

There was also the time we dropped a fuel air bomb on a Triad Warehouse in Hong Kong but I suspect Dwight could elaborate on that better than me... I was busy caught up trying to outmanuver another PC and prevent him from releasing a bioweapon into the city.

Thank you, I just finished watching it. That was a great movie and it had Shadowrun written all over it.

It was the movie Dhoom:2

No, wasn't that movie. Actual thief. News article was linked here a few months back. They caught him because he'd made mistakes in one job, and it took them forever to track him down.

He loved going into under construction banks and putting in his own surveillance equipment and building backdoors.

I read the story in some magazine, great story if I do say so myself.

Hmm, I found this: http://www.usairnet.com/2009/04/police-soa...-catch-a-thief/

Boat Drinks!

Hehe.

Just now happened; I hired a hacker just for my entrance, and he hacked some service drones just to break through some windows and play Ride of the Valkyries while I used Suppressive Fire to sweep a crowd (including hostages) with gel rounds from the ceiling, riding down on another drone. The fledgling GM learned not to agree to something before I told her what I'm hiring the character for lol

Yes..that is the wrong order. Mind you, any Pink Mohawk GM would have heard you out, and then agreed. A *GOOD* pink mohawk GM would have heard you out, and then
given you pointed questions to make it even COOLER!

I was running the Thrash the body electric mission in Denver, the group did a couple of recons and were a bit put off by the layout and that Ares were right next door. I tell them its getting late and the plant is shutting down when one of them asks whats across the road from the plant. I tell him its some run down warehouses/factories at which point he starts jabbering in Danish to the rest of the team - I'm Scottish so I dont understand what their saying and I demand to know what their muttering about, turns out hes having a plan.

One of the guys has a high loyalty pimp, and drug dealer, another is hooked into the local anarchists and another has gang contacts and yet another has a very connected fixer by mixing these together they somehow get the idea of throwing a rave.
They organise vans to bring people out pay off a hacker to sort a temporary permit to ward off the Zeddies and give out free booze. While their setting up a couple of the hookers "get lost" and stop for directions at the guard hut they convince the guards to come over once their finished.
After a while they start spiking the free drink with coke and speed then they blow up the generator and bust up the gangers' bikes while wearing the invited guards jackets. Once the power dies the anarchist runs into the room and shouts that the rentacops across the road have "killed our buzz", cue instant riot

Their own security footage even backed up some of the legal challenges by sinner gang members because of the permit.


EDIT for spelling

Impressive O.o

Yes, it is. I wish my players could pull something like that off...but no, no-one ever tries
anything crazy...

The Shaman in the group I'm in likes to crash helicopters in to things. A lot.

Yeah me too, that was pretty damn good..

Not actually done this in a game, but a concept I have toyed with.

Troll Magician with a synthethic cyberarm, and a cyberspur that pops from the palm. The spur,
along the non-cutting portion has a naked length of copper wire. Magician knows
an indirect lightning combat spell.

In an interrogation with two subjects, the troll puts the big hand over the head of one subject,
and casually explains to the other subject that, if he does not want what is going to happen to
his friend to happen to him, start talking now...and then pops the spur, and, before the blood
starts, kicks off the lightning spell. This will likely kill the subject in a manner with much twitching
and screaming, and, all in all, look VERY nasty...

Okay, I totally spaced on something that some might consider pink-mohawk. The game I've been running has been on a hiatus for a while so I didn't even think of it. However, the way it is set-up, the characters have been unknowingly working towards helping someone open Jurassic Park. They've been doing some data steals, people grabs, tech grabs, etc. They've been working for various shell johnsons and when its all said and done they will be shown the fruit of their labor and wind up dropped-into the middle of it and I hope for an epic "We've got to get the fuck out of here," finale. Part of how I've kept them off the track is that I mix in sessions (and runs when I can) that get into characters backgrounds. An angry ex-lover here, a former employer the PC ran from there, etc.

In any case, dropping PCs into a SR version of Jurassic Park, which they had a hand in creating, had a certain pink-mohawk element to me.

This would have been back in 2003, just after the dvd for The Late Show came out, was an aussie sketch comedy show from 92-93 so you had to be at least 28 years old now to get the references. I remember it mainly because the GM was clearly trying to get as many pop culture references in as he possibly could, which resulted in us mostly losing the plot and just winging it.

The group got hired to recover a racehorse (called Dufflecoat Supreme, only racehorse to suffer gout and was trained on beer) by a pair of fixers (Graham and the Colonel, was their racehorse that had been nicked a month earlier), so the group tools up and plans to nick the racehorse in transit, the decker finds out when its being moved and off we go. He of course failed a few rolls and the GM decides to let us instead nick the wrong horse, a Shetland pony. And since we didn't get a chance to look in the horse float until after we'd nicked it (I found out 3 years later he borrowed this story from the Lock Stock TV Series), we got forced to keep it since it (In the GM's words) "took a liking to the troll that's wearing that akubra hat". So we now had to refind the horse and get it from Sydney to Melbourne for the Melbourne Cup later that week, while dragging along a shetland pony.

We of course all figured that the GM was pulling a massive April Fool's on us, especially after the decker did some more looking and found a way to trace the horse: Through sales of his favourite beer. So anyway, we capture the horse, get him in a horse float (the one we nicked the shetland in) and start heading south, just the 5 of us, one shetland pony, and a racehorse suffering from gout. The 3 car convoy was also carrying 8 44gallon drums of the horses favourite beer.

We figured the GM was joking about that as well until the 2nd day on the road down to Melbourne when the GM, whilst tripping balls, decides we should go Mad Max 2 style where everyone wants beer. So he has Humungus rock up with his crew and demands all our beer. By now we decided the GM was actually tripping balls and were a little pissed. So the gunbunny broke out his guns (ares HVAR), the physad broke out the dikote arrows (yeah the GM let that one through), and Troll with the akubra broke out the PAC (which he hadn't told the GM he'd packed his bags with). The GM got really pissed about seeing 20 of his Humungus posse destroyed and out of spite had the last go ganger chuck a grenade into the van that the troll was driving (with the Shetland Pony) and kills it.

This really pissed off the troll since he had gotten attached to the horse (he thought it was just like having a puppy) and now the only place he could ride in the convoy was in the horse float with Dufflecoat Supreme as his van was gone. And he went on a killing spree of go-gangers from albury clear through to the outskirts of melbourne.

I can't remember how the rest of the trip went but it ended with the Troll with the akubra riding Dufflecoat Supreme the last 800 metres to the racetrack after the convoy got stopped just short of the objective (cue The Man From Snowy River theme song being played).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-cz5t_hdqo...feature=related

We didn't let him GM again until he promised no more pop culture ripoffs.

And the other Pink Mohawk moment was the troll called Swiss Toni.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr3hP0CeiQo

every single play session he had to make at least 10 comparisons like the youtube link or he'd be docked karma by the GM.

wall of text I know, sorry for that

Ok; came up with this while getting frustrated over on another topic...

A troll female named Buttercup (loves lots of makeup but still looks like the ugly tree stomped her a new one) drives her powder pink dune buggy into a crowded mall the week before christmas... on the back stands an ork named Killer (Has a mohawk that changes color; currently set to chasing colors) and he is in control of a mounted pneumatic slingshot; what is he slinging you may ask.... Their ammo of choice is modified bust a move toys. They look like teddy bears except they have red glowing eyes, sharp teeth, and catch phrases; did i mention the mono wire and claymore finish.

As the toys fly through the air superman style screaming things like "will you be my friend" and "come play with me" (there's more but hey) they stretch the mono wire between their paws; they slice they dice they make julienne fries; then after a minute or two of bloody carnage the little buggers explode.

I know its not so much a pink mohawk moment as a cry for help but that's why i changed my sig

I'm sorry, I read this, and all I can think of is a police dude with a fiber optic hair- mohawk setting it to alternate between blue and red during chase scenes - police blinkers on his head, and spamming the hell out of everyone in AR-broadcast range with a commlink transmitted siren-sound, and orders to pull over.

Thought I'd share.

glad you did that is pretty funny... i forgot to mention they played Ride of the Valkyries on a loud speaker on their little romp

During a tricky protection job we managed to snag one of the other team (a physical adept who had taken a bit of a bashing) and decided to interrogate him.

After two failed attempts by the face to scare the little sod (some good rolls on behalf of the npc) My mage decided to edge a couple of intimidations.

The first was putting a knife into the guys shoulder and passing a low force lighting bolt down the blade (this didn’t have the desired effect)

The Second involved a be right back guys from my mage and some additional intimidation by the rest of the gang. A couple of hours later he’s back carrying a sealed container with “warning dangerous material” all over it. Most of this was handled with role play with the odd roll where needed but the scene played out like this

With the door to the interrogation room slightly open when my mage explains to the group "Right lads I have something here that should take the shine out of that little sod next door" and explains how he knows a guy who knows a guy and has got hold of some of that FAB stuff they used over in Chicago. When half the team back off suddenly (they are mostly awakened) leaving the Street Sam going why what is it. Giving just the right moment to explain in detail how the contents of the jar will slowly eat away at the adepts ability leaving him completely mundane and as such it’s the Sam who will have to do it as none of us are risking the damage.

To cut a long story short my mage in very detailed way explains that when he leaves the room his beautiful assistant (the Sam is a female elf) will start slowly applying the contents of the container which will over a day or two slowly eat away at the adepts soul removing every trace of his ability and scaring him in the astral for all to see as a reminder not to F*%K with us.

He pretty quickly spilled his guts and gave us all the info.

A min or so later after passing the info to the rest of the team the drake turns and asks can we get rid of that stuff as its making him nervous My mage replies “what this” whilst opening the jar and sticking a finger in. “its just lime jelly, its pretty good you want some”

My GM was nice enough to award some Karma for good RP and a different way of intimidation rather then just the normal slaps them around thing.

This forum has been distinctly lacking in pink mohawk silliness to lighten up people's moods this week. Surely players are still doing crazy things? With any luck I might get a chance to add to this thread soon if I can ever get my game off the ground.

It's Memorial Day weekend here in America -- a lot of people have been building up to the holiday. Next week will probably be spent catching up and getting back on track, so try around the second Saturday in June.

A friend ran a one off game just to see what sort of wierdness we could create, I made a surged mystic adept based around Davey Jones from the PotC movies...

Team consisted of an ork hacker (me), a troll physad, and a human sam (ex-military cyber-monkey etc.).

We take it upon ourselves to go after a yakuza majordomo we've butted heads with in the past who is holed up on a massive private yacht in the bay, where the person we need to rescue is being held. The sam and physad actually swim out to the ship and use homemade pipe bombs to blow the underwater doors leading to a small submersible bay, while I hack into the ship from the shore.

Shenanigans ensue, and the sam and adept make it to the stairwell leading up to the ship's bridge where the majordomo and her bodyguard are holed up. By the way, never underestimate the ability of a hacker to handle magic threats. Fire elemental + sprinkler system = lots of not really dangerous steam.

The sam is extracting the prisoner while the troll is hanging off a spiral staircase trying to get a bead on the last two baddies while dodging grenades and gunfire being thrown down the stairs. The ship has a turreted machine gun in the bow, so I hack into it, turn it toward the bridge and lay down suppressive fire. Bullets are tearing through the bridge at 3-4' off the floor, pinning the bad guys down long enough for the troll to make it up through the hatch.

So what does he do? He grabs the majordomo by the hand and hoists her bodily up into the field of fire, turning her into pink mist.

And that's how my character Freddie, a mild mannered corporate executive (Day Job + Pacifist) was credited (by the troll, naturally) for the bloody death of a yakuza leader.

Oh, and the troll is a card-carrying member of the Ancients and claims to be an elf. Don't ask.

how?
more importantly, WHY?
WHO in their right mind (ok, so he IS an Troll-Phys-Ad) would want to be an elf when you are an Troll Phys-Ad? x.x

Maybe he's a Dadaist performance artist and finds making people accept him as on par with a more culturally accepted view of beauty funny.

Ah, you have hit upon the crux of the matter. The player in question as a matter of course comes up with the most off the wall character concepts with backstories and layers upon layers of secrets only he and the GM are aware of. The troll in question honestly believes he is an elf, and has masked (or "fixed" rather) his astral signature to be that of an elf. The GM allowed it for giggle factor (many references to "elf-sized" vehicles, furniture, etc.) and explains it away as he is like the mascot of the Ancients, a cherished dumb dog or something that they tolerate with affection. Plus he's a badass in a fight, wielding an eight foot tow chain as a melee weapon (doubles as a belt).

The Ancients have cards?

THat is quite awesome . . aside from him wanting to be a daisy-eater <-<

Colors-wearing, then?

That's more like it. And don't you ever let me catch you using common expressions in uncommon situations again!

Signs your game is a Pink Mohawk Situation Waiting to Happen.

• The Hacker openly states that she will sneak the "Dildo Seattle" AR Program onto the commlinks of those who annoy her. (In addition to Rickrolling them via Virtual Surround Music and Virtual Person, if applicable.)
• The Rigger Describes himself as a "Pyromaniac Stunt Driver with the Subtlety of a Kick to the Nads" (I am so glad I took ranks in "Knowledge, Public Transport")...
• The Face has a reputation for attempting to con people out of their souls.
• The Face and the Hacker wonder how large a Dice Pool it would take to hack a THOR. (GM Said No)
• The Elven Adept's player joined the game after hearing the words "Monofilament Chainsaw".
• Said Adept would like to incorperate said Chainsaw into arrows. (GM also said no.)
• The GM has a secret planned that will supposedly "BLOW THE PARTY'S MIND."

Showing them the CLUE Foundation Archive may not have been the best idea...

Somebody mentioned a sammy with breakdancing and cyberlegs loaded with grenade launchers, and that speaks to a concept I've always wanted to do.

There's a character from a terrible fighting game for the PSX with Final Fantasy characters in it called Ehrgeiz, a Korean actor-cyborg named Han Daehan (don't ask me, I have no idea). He had a missle launcher in his cyberleg, and a move where he would straighten up the other leg, bend the cyber leg at the knee, and bring it up to chest height and fire the missle. Since I saw grenade launchers were standard cyberguns, I've wanted to use that character as a base. All obvious, beta or deltaware cyberlimbs, jacked up to the max with cyber guns and spurs in them, including the grenade launcher in one leg for that move.

He would wear a panama hat, aviator sunglasses, a hawaiian shirt, bermuda shorts, and sandals.

He would also be thoroughly disturbed and do lots of drugs.

Another idea was based on someones question awhile back of whether a troll physad with 12 levels of the armor power was legal, and just how invulnerable he would be. I thought that would make a cool concept; a shamanic adept warrior with geas that he had to maintain to continue the spirits protection and his invincibility in battle. I also thought it would be cool if he took bar bets to let people shoot him in the face to prove his puissance. I'm not sure if legally that wouldn't hurt him, since headshots and other vitals shots do extra damage. Dunno if he's pink mohawk or just OP with a semi decent rationalization.

I've told this story before a while ago, but it still remains one of my favorite SR stories of all time.

We were playing a space-colony themed game and were attempting to outrun some pirates. Part one of the story was how we got it. Our face pretended to be this ships hot seductress-y captain and got into the bridge of this fairly large vessel. From there "she" ordered all hands to the cargo bay, as there was an intruder on board. Once everyone (except "her") was accounted for, the ship released from the space dock and floated out into the abyss. The cargo bay door was opened about 2 feet and the entire crew was pulled through the crevice. boom.

Part 2: after comandeering this ship we were being chased by previously mentioned space pirates. They were skimming us in small fighter craft, and our ships guns were disabled. So our well-endowed troll put on a space suit with some magnetic boots and crawled onto the outside hull of our ship. He drew his bow and proceeded to shoot what was essentially a small tree trunk through the cockpit glass of each of the pursuing ships, Killing each pilot individually. It was freaking epic.

Archery. In. SPAAAAAAAAACE!

...Also, the "Invincible Troll" idea sounds incredibly awesome. I'd want to make a Troll with a Jacked up Strength Score, 12 Levels of Armor, and a cape.

I don't know how practical, that would be. But I still think it would be quite epic.