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Dr.Rockso
Nearly all of us have been in a game where one of the runners wanted to be a sociopathic, novacoke-taking clown troll with a fondness for HMGs. Some of us have even PLAYED such a character embarrassed.gif . Or maybe you know a tale about a runner who was using magnetic implants to hang on to a pipe and decided to drop a grenade on the opposition dead.gif . So I made a thread dedicated to the most ridiculous SR* moments that have happened to you or a friend. Make sure you mention a) if the gm allowed it and b) if it worked. Optionally c) describe the expression on the GM's face upon player explanation of what they wanted to do/just did.
Wuerfelwerfer
A gang had blocked off a street with some cars and was pinning us down while part of them tried to escape-
Farmboy, my cybertroll, raced around the city block to get them from behind. When he finally arrived, a group of about 8 was running towards a waiting van. I knew he wouldn't get them all in close combat, so Farmboy jerked his bike around to have it slither along the ground and crash into the group. Worked like a spell. biggrin.gif
Brazilian_Shinobi
After killing some Godz gangers on a previous run, and being almost killed later by the same group, our not-so-smart Ork gunslinger adept decides to take a walk with his car looking for Godz to kill. He finds 4 of them biking around Arvada (I think) and decides to take them all. He decides to burn an edge point to turn the car 360 while shooting each one of the bikers, but he forgot that this would prevent him from taking an action to control the car.
Anyway, he shoots all bikers, killing 2 of them and seriously injuring 1 but loses control of the car and crashes into a lamp post with enough damage to overflow his health.
It was priceless.
Pendaric
The group of mostly meta's run into a splinter gang of night stalkers that for reasons of plot they have to get through to get the humanis nazi gang leaders. Taking the smallest emotional push from the known sociopath they proceed to get medieval and slaughter all of them and let god sort them out, including burning their club house to the ground.

The highlight of this escapde comes when the remaining, prevously fled go gangers charge back to the fray. The ork combat decker opens up the high beams, while the sam times the strategic shot gun bust fire to fell a street lamp across the road t boning the entire line of go gangers. The combat decker recorded every thing for a private performance for the Crimison Crush.

How did they avoid such mohawk extravigance? signed the scene S.of S. and let it get passed up to the FBI terrorism unit. "You ask for miracles? I give you the FBI."
Kagetenshi
We'll see how it goes, but a player of mine has seduced a middle manager in a building that the team is going to demolish half of tonight (during working hours, "tonight" refers to the session), and he's hoping to establish an alibi and keep her out of the blast by meeting her in a broom closet on the other side of the building for a midday tryst. If it's appropriate, he may say "did the earth move for you, too?"

(We also organlegged a teammate who'd been killed on a run once, but that's less interesting)

~J
AngelisStorm
QUOTE (Pendaric @ Dec 14 2009, 03:49 PM) *
double tap

It's the only way to be sure.

Our opening run with a previous GM was a balls-to-the-walls road race around Seattle. You could go either direction, and you could stay on the freeways or take city streets, so long as you hit the check points. It was a regular special, created X number of times a year and released under the radar (relatively). 10,000Y a member (who survives), no repeat performances unless you're a regular (and PCs are not), 16 hours to mod your stock vehicle. As many or as few team members as you can or wish to fit in your vehicle, and bonuses for over the top behavior.

During the race we hacked street lights to get us through (and slow the other teams down, a little), and had a head on confrontation with one of the regular teams. Think the 3 crazies from "Smokin Aces." The mohawk guy was sitting on top of their car, in a lawnchair strapped to the roof, with a LMG on a sling and smokin a cigar. Our car (with a battering ram) plays chicken, and our troll pops up through the roof hatch (litterally a blowtorched section of roof, held on by door hinges) and stands, half in and half out of the car, and starts unloading grenades on the guys. Eventually some hits are made, and the other car if flipped off the road before the game of chicken could end badly (it was close).

Also our Face, who made some amazing rolls at the pre-Race cast party/Johnson meet, calls up some of the floozies he met at the party. We take a detour to pick them up, and the hacker films some porn in the back seat in between (and during) all the shooting/race. To top it all off, we hack the billboards we pass, and throw the footage up in Real Time. wink.gif (Both of the shooting, and the porn.)

And back to the Redmond Barrens we go, before the pink mohawk level Lone Star (aka non-existant in the days of such Go Gangs) shows up.

Hey, you asked for Pink Mohawk. nyahnyah.gif That was our intro to SR4, back when the core rulebook was the only one out.
'Sconnie
QUOTE (AngelisStorm @ Dec 14 2009, 09:10 PM) *
It's the only way to be sure.

Our opening run with a previous GM was a balls-to-the-walls road race around Seattle. You could go either direction, and you could stay on the freeways or take city streets, so long as you hit the check points. It was a regular special, created X number of times a year and released under the radar (relatively). 10,000Y a member (who survives), no repeat performances unless you're a regular (and PCs are not), 16 hours to mod your stock vehicle. As many or as few team members as you can or wish to fit in your vehicle, and bonuses for over the top behavior.

During the race we hacked street lights to get us through (and slow the other teams down, a little), and had a head on confrontation with one of the regular teams. Think the 3 crazies from "Smokin Aces." The mohawk guy was sitting on top of their car, in a lawnchair strapped to the roof, with a LMG on a sling and smokin a cigar. Our car (with a battering ram) plays chicken, and our troll pops up through the roof hatch (litterally a blowtorched section of roof, held on by door hinges) and stands, half in and half out of the car, and starts unloading grenades on the guys. Eventually some hits are made, and the other car if flipped off the road before the game of chicken could end badly (it was close).

Also our Face, who made some amazing rolls at the pre-Race cast party/Johnson meet, calls up some of the floozies he met at the party. We take a detour to pick them up, and the hacker films some porn in the back seat in between (and during) all the shooting/race. To top it all off, we hack the billboards we pass, and throw the footage up in Real Time. wink.gif (Both of the shooting, and the porn.)

And back to the Redmond Barrens we go, before the pink mohawk level Lone Star (aka non-existant in the days of such Go Gangs) shows up.

Hey, you asked for Pink Mohawk. nyahnyah.gif That was our intro to SR4, back when the core rulebook was the only one out.


I was reading the descriptions of the car, and suddenly the theme sont to "The A-Team" started playing in my head.


My PM moment: Skeet shooting baby ghouls with the Panther XXL mounted on the Rigger's RV.

PULL!
Sixgun_Sage
In a game I was running one player was a coked out former company man (he was still damn good at work, just a bit twitchy at times) with a monkey butler biodrone, another was a drug dealing thug with no armor and just a pair of revolvers for weapons. during one drug exchange between the two of them the monkey butler biodrone got into the coke, becoming addicted. The monkey butler biodrone quickly spiralled out of control as he had intelligence augmenting enhancements and the nova-coke was causing.... interesting reactions. Fast forward a few months later and the monkey has decided it's name is claus and while it loves novacoke it hates the drug dealer in the party, the next time said drug dealer drops off a package it became a running gun fight between him and claus that caused several hundreds of thousands of dollars in property damage and ended up with 3 dead witnesses.
LivingOxymoron
I've got two...

So, the team is hanging out at one of our safehouses (the Weapon Specialist/Smuggler's garage) when there's a knock at the door. Unknown to us at the time, our technomancer was snooping around for paydata earlier that night and critically glitched his roll to spoof the tracer program. The outside cams show its a Knight Errant patrol. The smuggler tells everyone to hide in another room, but the team rigger stays jacked into her van (in case of a need for a quick escape), and the team face (an ork social adept from the CAS with a "good 'ol boy" accent), who hides in the van.
The smuggler opens the door and talks with the KE officers. Not exactly a social butterfly, he rolls poorly on his attempt to lie to KE that he's been there the whole time. The face (still in the van) gets an idea and begins to strip down to his underware. He gets everything comepletly off at the same time the team's gun bunny hiding in the other room decides things are going downhill and takes action. He bursts out of the room, kills one of the KE with a headshot and severly wounds the second while the smuggler finishes the job.
The face quickly puts his clothes back on (he has enhanced reaction), and bursts out of the van yelling at the gun bunny about how stupid he is and what the hell was he thinking gunning down KE without provocation. The rest of the team starts berating the gun bunny (this wasn't the first time he's shot first and asked questions later), when the still-jacked-in-rigger says over the loudspeaker, "and what the hell were you doing getting naked in the back of my van? That was NOT something I wanted to see!" The team goes completly silent, looks over at the face, who simply says in his smooth drawl, "Hey... it would've worked".

Second story...

The team is on a passenger ferry that has been taken over by terrorists (who have killed the passengers). The team mage and rigger have been incapacitated, and the smuggler is watching them and the technomancer on the get-away boat. The gun bunny (same one from before) and sniper/magical investigator have just cleared the last room to the bridge of terrorists, and are about to head through the door when the investigator notices a shimmer on the door. Thinking its some sort of ward or other type of spell, he radios to the technomancer to start going through the dead men's commlinks looking for clues. Meanwhile, the gun bunny takes an empty clip and throws it through the doorway, with no effect. He then picks up a chunk of flesh from one of the dead guys and throws it through the doorway, which reacts with sparks and a sizzle, but the shimmer is still there. The gun bunny and investigator just look at each other for a second, look down at one of the bodies, look back at each other... then pick up the body and heave it through the doorway. Amid much sizzling of flesh and flashes of lightning, the barrier goes down. Meanwhile, back on the boat, the technomancer suffers sever dumpshock and passes out. He happened to be in full VR in the commlink of the guy whose body was thrown through the electrical barrier. Later on, when the 2 runners finally return to the boat, the gun bunny just looks at the technomancer (still passed out) and says disdainfully, "What the frag happend to him?"
Stahlseele
An Albino Giant Troll Meta Race of 3.5m tall and sporting a 1m bright metallic neon blue mohawk.
Brazilian_Shinobi
@LO, I loved the second story. grinbig.gif
The Jake
We had a troll street samurai back in SR1 days with a strength score of 89 because there was no cap on the maximum strength mods you could buy on cyberlimbs. He would tote around a Panther assault cannon and rip things up. In a prolonged firefight, he would flip over cars routinely and use them as cover.

- J.
Blade
Disrupting a big "fake punk" (pop-punk) concert by meddling with the best bands to make them split and recruit the best members to form a new band.
Have this band play a bit before the official concert, in the middle of Downtown, giving away drugs (stolen from a seized shipment) for free, while another PC was having a wild Urban Brawl game between the A.C.H.E and the Aztechnology Pyramid.

When the corp (Ares, or Aztechnology, I don't remember which) and the Lone Star tried to shut down the illegal concert and start their own, the PC (and the punks in the crowd) thrashed the official show. One of the PC even went as far as to climb on the stage, steal the microphone, insult the band, tie the members together and throw them in the air... with a grenade in their mouth.

There's also an EVO underwater facility that'll remember for a long time the visit of a WW2 german submarine painted yellow that claimed to bring 'Yoko Ono... err I mean Yoko Kano and the Seatbelts, sent here by Buttercup to thank you for your hard work.'.
Pendaric
I have another where the team in pressed for time rescue mission, provo tacticed their way in. Using four auto mortars they dropped 24 shells on an archology in Sioux terriorty while racing through a pre found route in side the arcology to spring their kindnapped chummer.

As one PC was an ex halloweener and the corp in question was Wakkata software it was pretty much thought," you took our chummer you had it coming."
Best of all this was preposed by the wannabe buddist, who set up the mortars, and pressed the trigger.

They even earth quaked the severly damaged building to put salt in the wound of the mutli million nuyen property damage and life lost. With company men and red samuria attempts to recoup the damage causing even more blood shed in the barrens, hidding is the only thing saving their shaved sides.
Whipstitch
My most pink mohawk character was a hedge witch that in most ways was extremely min-maxed. Very powerful-- on more than a few occasions I must admit to blatantly hogging the spotlight with this character. But there was was just one li'l problem: it was a male Hedge Witch that was taught partly by his grandmother and partly by a spiteful Seductress Mentor he encountered later in life. For those keeping track at home, he had three levels of Cursed, a novacoke addiction, a moody Mentor that did WAAAAAY more harm than good, a Geas that required a pretty regular supply of menses (don't ask) and a Big Regret quality that made him the laughing stock of the local magical community. He was gifted with all the raw potential you could ask for, but the poor bastard's magical paradigm was haphazardly stitched together from multiple traditions and in part dependent on having basic physical characteristics that he just didn't have. One session, he basically soloed the run, the next, he set the safe house on fire while summoning a Force 2 task spirit. Other highlights include his charming way of hocking a loogie on people as part of the Turn to Goo spell, or as I like to call it, Turn to Snot.

Basically, I firmly believe in leaving no stone unturned in the quest to explain why your Awakened character isn't very employable. biggrin.gif
Kerrang
In the last session I ran, the group was behind a barricade as a huge mob of drugged out gangers ran down a very narrow (2m wide) street toward them. Most of the group started tossing grenades, but the Street Sam had just dosed up on Kamikaze, and was feeling invincible, so he decided to charge headlong into the fray. One initiative pass later, the grenades go off...

Thanks to some good armor and a couple of edge points burned, the Sam found himself alone and uninjured, standing knee deep in chunky salsa - classic Pink Mohawk moment.
n0tthellama
I run an ongoing campaign with a regular group. Their last run involved the removal of a corporate executive from his current position. To get to him they went after his personal assistant, who really was the lead of a whole other team of runners hired to protect said corporate executive. Moreover, the exec was involved in some heavy racketeering to leverage more business out of the metroplex. So, they arrange some mayhem linked to the gangs involved with said racketeering to force a meeting between the "personal assistant" and gangs. They had a whole ambush bang and grab plan set up. One of them had the bright idea to jam all radio frequencies to make sure no one would find out and no help could be called. They figure if they all know the plan, then they don't need comms to keep each other in the know.
The meeting goes down and the physad decides it would be really cool if he hacked up the tank limo brought to the meeting with his sword (not part of their original plan). Mind you he is under some heavy invisibility mojo so NO ONE can see him. He hops on the rigged limo and proceeds to hack n' slash. The limo is speeding off so both the PC teams rigger and combat monster open up on it, with the invisible physad holding onto the hood for dear life. One incendiary grenade and a few sniper rounds later the limo stops. It would have stopped sooner had the physad not absorbed two of the sniper rounds and part of the grenade blast. The best part of it all was that two of the PC team members have hooks in their back story to keep that physad alive (one being the combat monster and the other the spell slinger who made the physad invisible). The argument that occured after the run was priceless.

What will be better is when they explain how this all happened to the employer who wants the physad safe.
AllTheNothing
Never had any pink Mohawk in the games I played, the mohawk usualy are acid green or blu or purple, once a character sported a removable fiberoptic mohawk with changing lights that locked like a christmass tree decoration high on drugs, the SOB used to take the thing off when he was "on the 'run" and putting it on after ...... the lonestar shot him for the heck of it due to that very mohawk biggrin.gif
Daylen
2 trolls +1 orc. Orc(x,y,z) = ork*bodyware*(gyro*ingram+shotgun)

the run:
level = easy
protect a popular boyband that wants good security and is threatened by a small bounty on their head and we are being paid 3x as much to protect them.
pay = awsome
how we got it? great contact

what happened: went though some muscle type protection and slightly offended the clients somehow. Troll A gets offended by being called a Trog and punches a client knocking him out. Orc's reaction: dat no good. Troll B is offended too and punches same or another client, but he's an adept possibly with deadly hands; so the clients head is karate chopped off. Orc's reaction: well we aint getten the protection money maybe we can get the bounty. and opens up with something FA, either a shotgun or ingram, killing the rest of the boy band in one fell sweep.

result of all this: contact was a friend for life and now wont return phone calls and might be dead but at best hates us. do we get paid anything? no.

moral of the story? the coolest thinker should play the heavy weapons and the player with the quickest temper should not be a combat monster.


Another fun one:
question what happens when the baddies send a dragon against the Orc from above story while he's flying a plane to get away with loot?
answer: 1 action, many bullets to turn dragon to swiss cheese.
Captain Sock Puppet
We were on a simple run to retrieve some goods from a corporate lackey who would be stopping for a break on his usual commute at his usual cafe in the usual place... The mall...

In order to effectively seize the goods we needed a distraction... The simplest that we could thing of would be to incite a gang war at the mall, and in the ensuing chaos grab the stuff and run...

Instead, we got caught in the crossfire of the two gangs, ran across the tops of the department store shelves in order to get to safety. Then when we got "clear" we discovered that someone had notified LoneStar of the firefight (Not surprised). Our getaway driver smashed through the barricade, picked us up, took out two lonestar cops, backed out and managed to lose the rest in traffic...
The Jake
I feel a sudden urge to make a troll rocker/street samurai/face that just does outrageous stuff to get attention and somehow gets away with murder (Lucky quality or something).

- J.
Cardul
Ages ago(2nd Edition) I played the Troll Rigger. Vehicle of choice was a grey(researched to be the most common colour in Seattle) Eurovan(GM said it was the most common van in seattle). At this time, the mods included
a pop-up turret with a Firelance, and two single shot rocket launchers, one behind each headlight, full amphib
package(including submersible capability and ability to move while underwater). The team called for Evac,
and so I used the Rockets to make a hole in the wall, came in, evaced the team, and lead CorpSec on a
chase through seattle. I used the Firelance to cut part of a pier behind me(to slow them down) and drove
at full speed into the Bay...they did not have water assets on hand(who expects a van to drive off a pier?)
and so I was able to get the team away.


Same Troll rigger had an issue: for some reason, Street Sams kept trying to pull a gun and tell him how to drive.
Third ejection seat later, troll has the Ejection seat filled with ball bearings and shaped charges...next time a
Samurai pull a gun on him, the Samurai was airborn, and asking why the chute did not deploy when the GM told him he was falling right towards the pursuit vehicles. Saying "BOOM!" was never so satisfying!

I wish I could give more, but....well, I only GM shadowrun anymore, and most of my players are a bit timid...
Stahlseele
Urban Fisherman Troll Climber.
Had him climb up a building and shoot down with a netgun and haul his catch(unwanted drug dealer) up to the roof to shake him up a bit. Carved "No power to Drugs!" into his back, then threw him out of our gangs Turf from my moving motorbike.
We are in a ganger campaign.
Draco18s
I don't recall the fight exactly, but it was between an Adept and a cybered up monstrocity (not actually a cyberzombie, I don't think). They were on top of a bunch of packing crates exchanging blows (and occasionally blowing apart a crate or three to reduce the opponent's area to stand on.

The climax that everyone remembers was that (I think this started with the Adept chucking an I-beam at the cybermonster, who caught it and threw it back whereupon) the Adept punched the I-beam mid-air, bending it around his fist, and taking no damage.
Prime Mover
Hmm so many what to choose.

Red Hot Acid Drop was rocker/ganger. His apartment was surrounded by Lone Star. So he slaps on all 6 of his Kamikaze patches and leaps out the window into the street. It was funny as hell right up until his heart exploded.

Five minute meet, 3 hours of game time planning and just driving the damn van into the lobby and run and gun to accomplish the mission.

High speed assault rifle combat from your Yamaha Rapier as you tear through the border checkpoint.

Telling the Dragon you just busted in on, if you just pee in this 50 gallon drum for me we'll forever be in your debt.......grin.

Fighting a chopper with a bandoleer of grenades.

Fighting off security guards with a bandoleer of throwing knives.

Wearing heavy armor and weapons to Stuffer Shack cause killing makes you hungry.

Someone told you the meet your going too is a set up and that the metroplex guard will be there with choppers and t-birds. You go anyways.
Draco18s
QUOTE (Prime Mover @ May 10 2010, 11:51 AM) *
Fighting a chopper with a bandoleer of grenades.


One up that: my group no longer allows called shots on certain vehicles because someone shot down a chopper with a light pistol (called shot to the tail rotor).
last_of_the_great_mikeys
Two moments.

1) The PC's were going to kill a dragon. Said dragon was unimpressed. The troll mercenary was trying to distract the dragon so someone else could do something. His tactic: whip "it" out and pee on the dragon! He got it's attention...he survived...

2) We needed to get a security guard to go away so we could enter a restricted area and the DM had made it clear that this guy was not gonna fall for a simple scheme. So, one of us had the great idea to get a DMSO slap patch with an instant acting bowel vacating drug. We made the rolls to find and get it, slapped that on the guard at the appropriate time and he couldn't leave fast enough. The GM said, "you'll never get one of those patches again so don't try."
Draco18s
QUOTE (last_of_the_great_mikeys @ May 10 2010, 02:57 PM) *
1) The PC's were going to kill a dragon. Said dragon was unimpressed. The troll mercenary was trying to distract the dragon so someone else could do something. His tactic: whip "it" out and pee on the dragon! He got it's attention...he survived...


Reminds me of that old movie, Shogun. Shipwrecked American said he'd pee on the local feudal lord (or somesuch) for some reason (keeping the rest of his men locked up, or...some other "stupid to us Americans" thing) and then a scene or two later declares fealty and one of the conditions was that said feudal lord got to pee on his back (which wasn't immediately obvious).
crash2029
In the most recent game I played in, my former-used-car-salesman-turned-vampire-face Skelter, hijacked an enemy chopper with a grapplegun. This was after the motorcycle chase through a crowded freeway that ended when Skelter deliberately ran his bike into a parked car at high speed in order to launch himself at the bad guy who was now on foot. Skelter did not miss.

Back in 3E I had an adrenaline junkie face/decker/thief named Car whose MO was basically to do whatever was coolest. This was a man who decided to become a shadowrunner because of James Bond movies. Hijacking an assault boat with a grapplegun and skiing behind it, stealing the Gundestrup Cauldron from the British Museum then giving it back, stealing an entire shipment of encephalon II's from Transys, talking smack to Ghostwalker's face, pissing off Lofwyr, wearing Armani in the jungle of Amazonia, stealing the personnel files of the top ten people at the Wuxing HQ then giving them back-in person, and surviving Survival of the Fittest are a sampling of his idiocy/awesomeness.
Draco18s
Reminds me of the time my group drove through the underground Renraku Mall in order to evade a helicopter.

I, the rigger, was currently busy keeping the cyberzombie we'd stolen in Cold storage (we didn't know what it was until it woke up...due to bullet holes in its containment pod), so it was Twitch at the wheel. We drove over a remarkably small number of pedestrians (only about 50 died).

Completely by accident we turned up at the funeral service two weeks later (we were extracting a guy) and the make summoned a F1 spirit for about 2 weeks worth of service to haunt the "24 hour memorial" setup so that it couldn't be taken down without ghostly moans and groans and crying.
Gyro
Last time I played... A gmpc spec op and myself (rigger) were getting some data out of a gang hideout (old abandoned warehouse); the spec op failed a roll and was noticed... long story short; 10 to 1 odds; the spec op with her pistols and me with a VTOL upgraded roadmaster (my gm wanted to see where i was going with the concept) with a popup twin belt fed gattling gun system; I unloaded into the side of the building causing a collapse of one side and a near miss for the spec op.... How much damage do you think a wall would do?
koogco
Our games are usually not to the pink mohawk side, but here are a few funny situations.

We were up against another team, trying to get ahold of the same Lone Star cop, who for some reason had some valuable data in his implanted comlink. Now, we where almost just started, and the other team seemed alot stronger than us, but didnt seem as inspired (not to mention that we had some good yakuza contacts that helped out)
At any rate, fighting soon ensued at a local docwagon hospital, we were fighting well, completely anihilating one of their members. When their dwarf tries to escape out the window, using climbing equipment. We were two adepts who entered the room and found out that he was on his way down. I jammed his ropes in place with my survival knife, broke off the handle, and left him there to be picked off by the star. soon after, our two gunbunnies are captured by the other team, and left hanging in a safehouse (this made for an extreme amount of silly jokes about hanging out and so on). This is the point where we got alot of help from the yakuza, including some deal with an extremely cybered troll who makes short work of the other teams troll. We then proceeded with vehicle combat trough the streets of seattle, it was good fun.

Another funny incident (albeit not much pink mohawk about it) was when our "wired reflexes-hobo" (with a somewhat shy bot croaky personality) went in a hand to hand fight with a low grade guard in a toilet. Thus ensued some of the worst attack rolls and best dodge rolls i have ever seen in the time i have played shadowrun, but in summary; for several combat rounds, neither was able to hit the other, although our guy managed to shock himself at one point (shock gloves). The fight ended with the guard smashing his head into the sink during a spectacular attempt at dodging a blow. In this same run, the team ended up putting all of the unconcious guards in humiliating positions, naked, locked to the toilet. They really deserved notority for that, but the GM (me) was too entertained.

An older case, from when we had just started playing shadowrun went like this: our min-maxed team of players had entered the hotel where our target, the troll, was. And we proceded to get up there, where i head-butted him to near death (my troll had an obvious cyberskull, and he critically glitched his dodge...) Then we discussed how to get him out of the room, as we didnt want to leave a corpse. after deciding he was too large to roll up in the carpet and carry down, our mage proceeded to summon a large beast spirit (i cant remember which force, but it was fairly strong) he then asked the spirit to get him down to the car without being seen.
In the meantime, our getaway driver was having trouble with the yakuza (turned out they owned the hotell, but we didnt know, since we where not very good at japanese) Aparantly, he had parked in their private parking space. He was about to leave, when a third floor window opened, followed by a loud "bump" and a big mark on the ground underneath the window. then there was footsteps towards the car, the trunk opened, the rear of the car lowered some 10cm, and then the trunk closed again. This was ofcause an invisible beast spirit carrying an invisible troll (noone had told it it couldn't be heard). And it took us endless amounts of roleplaying to convince the yakuza NOT to look in the trunk. We got away in the end, and proceeded to steal our targets car and sell his body to organ leggers. All in all, it was definatly our most pink mohawk run ever, but it was great fun, and a run to remember.

Edited for spelling and such.
Man-of-many-Chars
A funny thing I once entertained as a GM:
Planned Infiltration of Corporate Compound.
Plan A: Call a Pizzaboy, knock him out and then take his place to deliver pizza.
Plan was good, but no hand-to-hand combat guy, so they are nearly mopped up by a pizzaboy (agreed, a bit older) with some experience in barroom brawls.
Final act one: Shoot the pizzaboy with gel ammunition.

Act Two: Entering the compound.
At the gates, some bad arguments with the guards, some bad rolls so the guns get out and blazing.
Bad thinking: Gel ammunition through security glass.

It took a bit longer, but they managed to grab the loot and get out nyahnyah.gif

Decision after this: Never again Gel! (3rd Edition)
augmentin
From SR2: We were hired by the Mafia to rig the Seahawks' Superbowl game (for some reason being played at Qwest Stadium) by kidnapping and drugging their troll QB, Samuel Lomptee, but one of our teammates was a huge Seahawks fan so we double crossed them to "Save Samuel!" (This later became the team's battle cry.) The mafia found out and triple crossed us. Samuel was killed in the crossfire and LoneStar had us pegged as the shooters. The run should have ended in failure there, but the Seahawks fan on the team convinces everyone to sneak into the stadium and rig the game back in the Seahawks favor via magical/matrix means. We had a charisma maxed female elf face named Margaret Rita (say it fast) whose player description was "the chick on the cover of the BBB, but hispanic." The face gets us disguised and into the big game, but a LoneStar spider IDs us anyway. As we're making our way within magical range of the field, a LoneStar team corners us. The face (who always carries her Ingram Smartguns in a Guitar case-yeah, think El Marachi) shouts "LoneStar killed Samuel!" Re-rolls several sixes and the crowd mobs the LoneStar team. The face then starts a wave in the crowd, uses the guitar case to surf said wave, hits the opposing QB (Cowboys, IIRC) on the field with a silenced smargun shot, and the Seahawks win the Super Bowl! Score one for the face. The mage, street sam, and decker never got to do a thing and we still went home happy.
Man-of-many-Chars
Another nice one from me:
Fast Eddie, Adept with social heavy orientation but not good at anything else (including a favorite of my team mate, the one initiative pass he had) pulled of some fine stunts. He was heavy on the mohawk/cool-side. It didn't mater if he had chances to do something, it had to be cool! Examples included cool acts of bike driving, especcially when he used a Colt assault rifle one handed while biking to nearly kill the driver of a van through the side window, not able to see through tinted glass.

All these stunts were done with great fun and Eddie didn't get hurt even when crashing with the aforementioned bike. We did this with a team of new to the shadows guys, all without much experience. Then came the day we had to do some hunting of a toxic mage. With some guys for assistance we got into the sewers and found the mage and his pupil. At this moment Eddie did something that was essentially safe... While the pupil tried to climb a ladder and got stopped by our Orc Adept for hand-to-hand combat. I thought it a nice act to use a point of edge to go first and fire a single round of Ex-ammunition into his back with the aforementioned assault rifle. I refrained from using a salvo and just used a single round. Due to circumstance modifiers I used another (my last) point of edge for a long shot test and so I rolled three dice. They all ended up on ones. That was quite a situation. Our GM thought some time and exploded the round in the chamber. Eddie survived that. On second thought he exploded the other rounds in the magazine too. And just that session I found and pointeds out the large clip size of 40 bullets. I don't know what he was expecting when I rolled my dice and was quite some way over my damage chart. He looked a bit shocked when I exclaimed the death of Eddie and tried to find his way out of this situation.

Well, now he has to live with the Sarge, a quite old orc, veteran of duty in the salish defence force and quite pragmatic... His bad luck nyahnyah.gif

Caadium
Just after SR 3 came out I was with a group of people fairly new to SR. Since the GM was most used to SR2 we were playing a hybrid (SR3 skills and characters, SR2 timeline and initiative). Run was a simple armored car heist.

First round, sniper and Shaman manage to disable the vehicle then the Troll Luche Libre Physad (complete with mask) busts into the locked back only to find a cybered troll. As the van rocks and bucks the trolls spill out and as the round comes to an end the wrestler powerbombs the cyber-troll to knock him out. As he's flying through the air the Shaman (who'd been waiting to go) finally gets of a D level Stunbolt, hitting just as the powebomb finishes. What you wound up with was a dead troll due to damage transfer. When the dust settled, it turned out the case they were grabbing contained a chimpanzee that had been involved in cyber/bio expirimentation. As such, the chimp could communicate with the team and bonded with the wrestler. Years later, as a different group was hitting a lab, the chimp was sitting in a cage, watching and cheering for a troll Luche Libre wrestler; only myself and one other person got the reference.

I also ran for a group that involved one of the most paranoid players that I ever knew; stupid paranoid. In one instance his dwarf rigger had knocked a security rigger out and proceeded to steal his drone when they left thinking they'd found their target (they literally grabbed the first person they saw). When it turned out they had the wrong person they figured a quick return would give them the element of surprise. Imagine their surprise when the now conscious rigger saw his stolen drone pop-back onto his network (they never bothered turning it off, and had it inside their RV). It turned into a fight against the drone inside the RV.

That same group was later hired to remove a BTL production facility from the Barrens. Figuring it was the Barrens and nobody would mind, they strapped some explosives to a skimmer and were sending them through the sewers to blow the building while they safely monitored the situation (and prepared to clean-up any escapees), from a few blocks away. By calling for some sensor tests and making appropriate GM "hmms" the paranoid rigger freaked and blew the bomb early; under the intersection that his teammates were near. Adventure ended with RV driving off and the Troll and Minotaur jumping from the 4th floor of a collapsing building then using drugs and pain editors to run off.
Veggiesama
Disguised as a janitor, one player smuggles his pet cheetah (don't ask) into a corporate chop-shop. The cheetah hid quietly in a garbage can, pushed around on a janitor's cart. When the group found what they were looking for, they needed a quick diversion to grab the goods and make an escape. So the player kicked over the can and boldly announced in his character's Bostonian accent,

"Oh my gawd! There's a cheetah in the surgery room!"

Cue rampant, side-splitting hilarity. The cheetah starts hopping on tables and terrifying doctors. I seem to remember the group's hacker crawling into the garbage can while they wildly pushed the cart down the halls, bullets flying and hacked doors popping open on the way. One guy was administering first aid to him, while the other was pushing the cart and flinging spells at the pursuers. Good times.
Stahlseele
What happened to the poor cheetah?
Cardul
You know..I officially view one of the key phrases to a successful Pink Mohawk group to always have to include
somewhere "Don't Ask." And, nice to see people are not automatically equating Pink Mohawk with the CLUE Files.
Remember: Pink Mohawk is about being outlandish, cool, and over the top. It is not always a failure....

And, the Luche Libre Troll Adept? PRICELESS!
Prime Mover
Old SR1/SR2 team facing off against their long time recurring foe's, Hard Case and Mister Stone in a crowded museum. Having recovered a large dose of "Doom" before they could release it. Teams Troll adept refuses to let these guys escape his wrath yet again, tosses the vials down an elevator shaft behind the retreating villains.
Cardul
QUOTE (Prime Mover @ May 12 2010, 08:55 AM) *
Old SR1/SR2 team facing off against their long time recurring foe's, Hard Case and Mister Stone in a crowded museum. Having recovered a large dose of "Doom" before they could release it. Teams Troll adept refuses to let these guys escape his wrath yet again, tosses the vials down an elevator shaft behind the retreating villains.


That is not Pink Mohawk...that is just vindictive...I mean, seriously, how was that over the top and crazy? Pink Mohawk does not equal war-crimes!
Caadium
QUOTE (Cardul @ May 12 2010, 01:58 AM) *
And, the Luche Libre Troll Adept? PRICELESS!


I forgot to mention, his horns were chromed, sticking through the Luche Libre mask. There was nothing about that character that was 'low-key'. In any mirrorshades type environment he'd have been nabbed instantly.

I don't know if this contact counts as Pink Mohawk or not, but a guy I played SR2 with had a recurring fixer contact that one of his old GMs had used. It has since passed down the list and I use it.

Fixer named "Mr. Rodgers". Older white guy, wears cardigans, a little deranged, called everyone his neighbor but a great fixer. If you were looking for info or contacts he'd check with his "friends" in the "land of make believe", and if you even used him to buy something an ork on a scooter, dressed as a 20th century postman, delivered it. As he arrived he'd beep his horn, claim "Speedy delivery!" and do business. Claimed that he hated the uniform, but Mr. Rodgers made it worthwhile.
Draco18s
QUOTE (Caadium @ May 12 2010, 03:30 PM) *
"Mr. Rodgers".


Epic.
Biffles
We had a group of completely new players (I had played once before, but it was SR3 and we were playing SR4). I played the mage, and our GM wasn't very familiar with the magic system, so I was easily overpowered (we didn't even do anything with drain, it was bad). Anyway, we were doing a datasteal mission and needed to get into a corp building. We had to do it soon, and it was during the day, so we needed to get in while people were working. I take no responsibility for the "plan" we came up with it, which really lacked any form of communication between anyone in the group.

The hacker gets into the building's node and sets off a fire alarm in the building. The guards all evacuate out to the front of the building. Our Face looks at his character sheet and smiles when he sees he picked a Pimp as one of his contacts. He calls him up, and has him send down some women to distract the guards.

The guards are pretty well distracted at this point, but the only one of us that had any stealth skills was our hacker/sniper, who refused to leave the building he was perched in. Our gunbunny gets anxious and chucks a couple smoke grenades at the throng of guards out front, who immediately open fire at us. Our team fires back, and I start Powerballing. Of course, none of us had taken vision enhancements because we're all new and had no idea what we were doing, so no one can see through the smoke. We shoot a lot of prostitutes.

Once the gunbunny realizes we're not any closer to getting into the building, he hotwires a truck and starts driving it towards the building entrance, spraying foam explosive on the floorboards as he goes (also mowing down some more prostitutes as he makes it through the smoke). Once he's through the smoke, he hops out of the truck and blows it right as it hits the building. It knocks him unconscious, and a few of the guards.

Eventually the smoke clears and the guards start shooting at us again. There's still a lot of guards, and by now they're probably getting backup. Our Face calls up the Pimp again and tells him that "They killed a bunch of your prostitutes! You had better get down here." The pimp shows up soon with a few guys and helps us take out the rest of the guards. The face somehow convinces the pimp to watch the front while we go inside the building.

The rest of mission involved the Sammy smashing the elevator controls to get it to work (the hacker was taking "too long") and us waiting 10 minutes for the Hacker to leave his perch and come over to the building we were in, get up to our floor, so he could jack into the computer we needed to access.

Edit: Ugh, sorry for the wall of text. Formatting.
Doc Byte
Once we were guests at some pirats' party. You know how to turn a huge beer barrel into a never empty beer barrel? - Summon a beer spirit inside the barrel! biggrin.gif
Dumori
Is that a sepical type of the wealth power? As I quite like the ammo version in FA modded super warhawk... silly.gif
Veggiesama
QUOTE (Stahlseele @ May 12 2010, 03:40 AM) *
What happened to the poor cheetah?

He did not go hungry that night.
Caadium
Another Pink Mohawkish moment I just remembered:

In a Devner game I'm running there is another runner team the PCs have dealt with a couple of times. So far its stayed professional, but they do compete for business and will wind up on the wrong side of the same run at some point. The reason I mention it in this thread is that the group is based on the cast of "Things to do in Denver When You're Dead." I don't have the sheets nearby, and that game has taken a little break due to RL shcedules, but I believe the breakdown when something like this:

Jimmy the Saint - Face Adept
Critical Bill - Troll Tank
Easy Wynn - Mage
Pieces - Orc Gun Bunny Sammie type
Franchise - Dwarf Technomancer

If you've not seen the movie, I suggest you try to track it down. It's a great SR flick in my opinion.
ClemulusRex
QUOTE (Caadium @ May 12 2010, 07:30 PM) *
I forgot to mention, his horns were chromed, sticking through the Luche Libre mask. There was nothing about that character that was 'low-key'. In any mirrorshades type environment he'd have been nabbed instantly.

I don't know if this contact counts as Pink Mohawk or not, but a guy I played SR2 with had a recurring fixer contact that one of his old GMs had used. It has since passed down the list and I use it.

Fixer named "Mr. Rodgers". Older white guy, wears cardigans, a little deranged, called everyone his neighbor but a great fixer. If you were looking for info or contacts he'd check with his "friends" in the "land of make believe", and if you even used him to buy something an ork on a scooter, dressed as a 20th century postman, delivered it. As he arrived he'd beep his horn, claim "Speedy delivery!" and do business. Claimed that he hated the uniform, but Mr. Rodgers made it worthwhile.


Oh, man. These guys need to hang out with my team. Toward the tail end of 3rd Ed. I ran a group of friends on the "Mercurial" adventure that I converted on the fly. A couple of the players had some knowledge of the setting, but no one had ever played before. I've mentioned a couple of these characters before, but here they are in greater detail (and in ascending order of insanity.)

"Purrrsia", an elven shaman with, you guessed it, Cat as her mentor spirit. Not much exciting about the character other than the awful pun. Her player was relatively new to gaming and was struggling just to stay afloat in SR, having really only played D&D.

"Doc", a hardboiled, trenchcoat-wearing dwarf detective. He also drove the van. No 'Ware to speak of, but his signature piece of equipment was an Enfield AR7 Assault Shotgun that was tricked out with every piece of recoil compensation he could get his hands on. I imagined that the gas vent system looked like a hot-rod's exhaust pipes and that it came complete with flames painted down the side and fuzzy dice hanging from the barrel. After learning the ropes a bit, the player lamented not getting any initiative increases until I pointed out that every Simple Action he took in combat caused an enemy to turn into a fine red mist.

"Wildridge", a human samurai with a blue mohawk who didn't need any more weaponry than his trusty Ares Predator in one hand, and his retractable, Dikote-treated, Wolverine-style spurs poking out of the other. Despite having hundreds of thousands of nuyen worth of wired reflexes and muscle aug/toner, he lived in a cardboard box at the end of an alley where he had his BMW Blitzen buried under a pile of trash and his grenades stashed in a shoebox. An accomplished *ahem* "field surgeon", he also had a respectable Biotech score and plenty of associated knowledge skills ("my system contains detailed medical files") suggesting that he might have been pre-med before running the shadows...

And the nutjob that hijacked the game and set the tone from scene one by bounding through the doors of the Stuffer Shack and declaring to the gangers in the process of holding it up: "Stand aside, citizen! My master requires microwave burritos, and LO KWAN: MASTER of the MARTIAL ARTS shall not be deterred!!!" Lo Kwan's real name was Simon McCaffrey, and had been languishing in the Shady Acres Rest Facility with an early onset of dementia when he received a late onset of magical Awakening as a PhysAd (not exactly possible under canon, I know). Imagine a super-fit dude in his 60's wearing sandals, pants from a karate gi, shirtless, with an unzipped armor jacket with a glowing neon dragon insignia (like you might see in the window of a cheap Chinese take-out place) on the back, topped off by a WWI aviator's cap and goggles, and speaking like a melodramatic cartoon super-hero.

Aside from his S-level killing hands, his arsenal included personalized brass-knuckles that left the phrase "Your day has been ruined by Lo Kwan" imprinted on his enemies' flesh, and for ranged combat he hurled "Kwanarangs." I ruled these to be impact-detonated airfoil grenades, but the player later decided that they were simply NERF footballs with sticks of dynamite drilled into one end.

Did I mention that he inexplicably had two dice in Pilot: Submarine, but no other vehicle skills?

Lo Kwan's contacts included Boris "the Wookie" Barzov, former Russian wrestler turned owner and proprietor of "Dong Zhuo's Olde Tyme Chinese Tavern"; the wizened Chinese mystic (who may or may not have actually been a magician) Ezekiel Tamagotchi, Lo Kwan's "master" and go partner at Dong Zhuo's--played by James Hong (Lo Pan from B.T.I.L.C.) in 1990's Seattle grundge-rocker drag; and Enrique Jones, the janitor at the Shady Acres Rest Facility and Lo Kwan's "fixer", whose office was the rest home's utility closet. His arch nemesis was Nurse Brown, head nurse at Shady Acres, who inflicted such fiendish tortures as requiring Lo Kwan to finish his rice pudding and be in bed by 2200--not to mention that he had to sneak out at night under her watchful eye in order to go out and "fight crime."

One of the defining moments of the game was when the entire group, Maria Mercurial in tow, actually sneaked in to Lo Kwan's room at Shady Acres in order to hide out from assassins. Hilarious sitcom hi-jinks ensued as Lo Kwan struggled to conceal his guests from a nosy and suspicious Nurse Brown.

Then of course there was the requisite tossing the bodies in the back of the van and driving them to the organlegger, only having to evade Lone Star pursuit by tossing said bodies on to the hood of the patrol car a la "Robocop".

To this day, all I have to do is think about that game and I begin giggling uncontrollably.

Sorry that was long, but I had to get that out of my system.
Drace
QUOTE (Draco18s @ May 10 2010, 10:55 AM) *
One up that: my group no longer allows called shots on certain vehicles because someone shot down a chopper with a light pistol (called shot to the tail rotor).


Sorry, all I can think of is American Psycho when he loses it near the end with the cop car.

Some of the best pink mohawk moments in my games always come from the gang level ones.

For some reason players seem to think that if you are in the barrens and decide that a neighbour gang is getting too close to your 'turf', no one is going to care that you are driving an uber-armoured roadmaster launching grenades from firing ports while the troll gun-bunny decides to let loose with over 3000 rounds of Ex-Ex at the public crowd.

Why did the GM let us do this? I dont know. How did we get away with it? The van was loaded with a set of corpses and enough c4 that it was near 1/10 kiloton blast and we had strong OU contacts.
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