Do you yell something about a grey skull and having some kind of power before charging into battle on his back?

Ah. Perhaps I should have prefaced my post with "Did not play the game, only saw the movie." My original reference was to that. It sticks in my mind because of the local scenery... such as it is.

I liked Toronto in the Resident Evil movie, and not just because a friend of my Father's worked on the special effects.

Right at the end.

I had a laugh when Resident Evil Afterlife showed Robarts Library as a prison. Sure felt that way when I went to UofT!


Recent (last few months) game:

Player with an AI character gave some highly technical answer in fixing a car whilst not alerting the people inside of the fact that it was being repaired. No one understood him.

My character says, "That was she-err it said."

Much snorting and guffawing ensued.

nope. i let my flamer do the talking.

On the return of Captain Cuisinart the Elven Bio-Ninja (Of Sorts): "I'm wondering how he's going to break his legs this time."

Me going through my old spiral-bound notebooks in anticipation of Demoing Shadowrun again (Yet still not being able to play it, damnit!): "Now, where did I write that Random Violence Table? And the CrashCart Handouts? And that spiel about how beautiful and wonderful the world is until you take the AR off?"

From The Other Forum: "I love how we've gone from Assault Cannon Recoil to Rednecks with Double-Barreled Assault Cannons.

And it's all my fault. " - Me.

"Look on the bright side, you're about to be killed by a one-of-a-kind automobile!"

"No, you cannot parry the car with your sword."

That would easily require a spear. A very strong spear and a very strong man. Shoving the spear in the ground, bracing it on your back across your shoulders, and turning yourself into a ramp. Rookie.

"Wait, you blocked the ground? How the hell does that even work!?"

Fighter: "I figured I could block anything else, I should be able to block the ground."

Yet we have no problem accepting them in southern states...

No joke. I always wonder how they make it down to Texas.

Canadian geese.

Partly my fault. I would get them from those deviant canucks on vacation in Florida. Held on to them, and now I spend them intermixed with other change through the southern states on my travels. I still have four pennies, seven nickels, and three quarters to spend.

quick set up : one shot player taking the role of a mole in the team for aztechnology... tried to kill my tm and is chasing her through a warehouse she uses as a hidey hole.. Conversation takes place over the team's radio chat which the mole is still on.. making things a bit complicated for the team mates on their way (aka he knows they are coming, and how long he has)

Mole: here little girl, got anything to say
TM watches him come closer on cameras and waits
Troll: You not nice picking on lil pup
Face: Well not nice period working for those blood worshiping faggots
Mole: Aww poor runners feelings hurt, it's just buisness
TM seeing him reach the point she wanted him "hey dude... knock knock"
Mole laughing "who's there?"
TM "Saint"
Mole "Saint who?"
Sound of multiple claymores going off..
GM "Saint peter, just tell me your name son and we'll get yer afterlife sorted right out"

And that, folks, is why you always trap your backtrail. Be it digital or physical.

Discussing a character a friend might make:

"WTF? Why is the Pixie Adept going through the walls?"

"Trogdor tried to feed him."

"And?"

"Thought he ate Pixie Sticks."

"Oh Ghost. He'll be high as a kite for days!"

OK, i'll bite . . i have seen several mentions of Pixie Sticks . .
What are those?

Also, something i just found on the MWO Board:

bwaahahaahahhaa! ^^

WIKI link

powdered sugar with flavoring in a tube...

Pixie Sticks are essentially a way to give your kid pure sugar.

And something for jr. high school kids to snort... They worried me.

Or my mother.

Or pixies in Shadowrun. Or to give to the guy with the Suprathyroid Gland. Or as a distraction at a grade school when you need to do intel on a family via school records. Or Speeder.

Well yes. I was just referring to Real Life.

My mother is real life. And I rarely give them to her for the same reason I don't give them to kids until I'm just leaving.

Aah, i think we had something similar over here in germany . . maybe we still do, but because i don't remember what the stuff was called, i have no way of knowing/finding it <.< . .
Basically, 2 different kinds of flavoured sugar and a third kind of flavoured sugar pressed into a stick that you were supposed to lick and dip into the other two to eat them . .
Yes, you used sugar to eat sugar . . it was insane. and insanely wanted by kids for a good reason.
we usually got it at the swimming hall when we were there. either before to get energy for the swimming, or afterwards to get back some energy . .
or before and after just to fuck with the teachers ^^

Fun Dip! Flashbacks, here I come!

If you eat sweetarts, you're getting the same thing but in compressed cakes.

If you want to "save" money on your pixie sticks, pick up a package of sweetarts ™ and run them through a blender/food processor/spice mill to return them to powder form.

There's something subliminally evil in having a cup or two of pixie dust made that way, just sitting in a bowl, looking at you. Daring you to eat it.

Now I want fun dip... I wonder if they still have them at truck stops...



That sounds... Deliciously twisted...

One shot with me playing a coyote shaman I may redo as a real character

This takes part at a wedding, under a tent in seattle... while raining

GM NPC hops on stage and grips the old style mic and begins to rant about the bride and groom dishonoring him after she dumped him for the corp stooge.. and how his ancestors war paint protects him from harm till they are dead by his hand.

PC Sam, Mage, Face unload on him with a smg and spells to no effect, Adept takes a shot and gets slapped out of the fight

NPC" Fools my ancestors protect me from steel and spells, none can harm me till I satisfy my honor with the blood of those that wronged me!"
Coyote shaman casts fireball at the tent, rolls beautifully destroying it with a single fireball letting the torrental rain in
ME in char as the rain washes off his warpaint "Yeah, but ya forgot yer umbrella. And now I had to get wet... and I hate getting wet for less than 100k"
Shaman overcasts a manabolt... barely survies drain but takes out the bad guy in one shot
Mage "nice, but ya got to work on that temper"
Shaman "well, I had to make sure he went down... besides I wanted ya'll to look like the comic relief so I get the kill bonus without sharing"
Sam "what?"
Adept coming to a bit groans as the face cusses and explains "In case of combat, those who kills the hostiles get a bonus. None of us so much as scratched him."
Mage "umm.. how big of a bonus"
Groom "80k, which means he umm gets 85k morel while the rest get 5k added to the original five for combat situation"
Shaman "yep, I got wet for 90k... and that ain't right"
Adept "Dude you live in seattle, you should be used to it"
Shaman "yeah, but I got a very good reason"
Adept "and that is?"
Shaman proudly displays an old style doctors report with lamination..
Face glances at it and groans "He's fragging certified insane!"

Wow, I tried to get them to certify me, but they never did.

When I ran a smart-bar at raves I would have jars of ground up sweettarts among the other ingrediants with words like "Fever", "Episode", "Gyre", "Serenity", and "Dream". Easy money making homemade Red Bull. Miss those days. And those sweettarts.

You're my hero.

Note: If you empty the contents of an industrial size carton of pixie sticks into a bucket, the brightly colored sugar powder blends into a rather unappealing shade of brown.

Don't ask me how I know that.



-k

Hmm. I know some cute hyperactive girls that could be called pixies.. now I wonder where you can still get pixie sticks in the Netherlands?

group sent to a deep swamp deliver a package for a j, std courier run into the deep southern CAS area... GM described the in flight sim flick as a modern remake of Deliverance with redneck trolls capturing some good corp boys on vacation..

Group is in a jon boat headed out to the hut.

Face: I hate this.
Sam: yeah, damn bugs and crap but pay is good
Adept: well pay is good, makes ya wonder why this is going so easy
Mage: indeed, but not our place to wonder. This place gives me the willies, reminds me of that damn movie
Shaman silently casts an illusion spell to summon the sound of banjos and what could be redneck trolls.... but remains quiet
Mage and Face both turn pale
Sam tilts his head and scans looking for the direction of the sound
Adept "umm.. can we go faster"
Shaman drops the spell and cackles like a madman

Team threw him off the boat...

Haha, awesome.

Conclusion of same run... it was a easy run with a surprise. Mr J disappeared and we wound up having to track him down for payment.. this is the convo of the shakedown.

J "Sorry, it's just business. I had my instructions, and they did not include paying you"
Face "Look you owe us, now give us the access code to the escrow account. I can see it's still active"
J "not happening"
Everyone but the shaman trys a turn at intimidation (and scores majorly low vs the guy... even with decent rp threats)

Shaman shakes his head and just dials his commlink and waits "Hey bones, how much is a human male. Corp bred, in his early 30s worth to your guys."

Everyone stares at him as the J begins to shake a bit.. a major bad silence fills the room

Shaman sighs and hmms "Well that's a bit more than I expected, but you say if he has the right type there is a needy soul willing to pay a lot more for him. Oh that works, let me check"

He looks at the J and grins evilly "what's yer blood type, though if ya give us the access code.. I might forget the number Bones just gave me"

We get the access code and the shaman nods and answers to the guy on the phone "Nah, he's got no dance experience so he wouldn't work for at all for yer production there. But he still might work for your revamp of twelve angry men. Ah well laters Bones "

Everyone blinks as he shrugs "Bones is a doc that runs a street theater group in his spare time"

<double post hicup..>

From the preparation notes for my players:
"You may explode. Or at least start bleeding." - on anything related to magic, from overcasting, through casting in a mana warp, to banishing larger spirits.
"The good side is that nothing is going to jump out, roar "MY HOUSE!" and curbstomp you." - on mana ebbs.
"Goggles that Sam Fisher would love. They connect to the smartlink in your pistol, showing you where you're aiming and where you have to aim, and they go ping. Apart from going ping, I'd toss low-light vision to that - going ping may be picked up by other things that go ping, because if they can pick up their ping, they can pick up your ping too. Unless you're in passive mode, which requires other things to go ping." - on the ultrasound goggles of a character concept someone posted here.
"Best case scenario is that they've been doing time and now their ID is flagged with a shitload of things like "don't sell him pistols, knives, heavy tools, fertilizer and large amounts of fuel", "keep away from government buildings" and "in case of pulling over for speeding, break his taillight and arrest him just in case, something might stick"." - on the joys of being a shadowrunner.

Need taillights from the out-takes of Walking Tall. They were Rock proof.

I'd have gone with "It's a tiger! A tiger!"
Never get off the boat.

last session with my tm... she's going into perm retirement though (group fell apart with rl deployment for a couple key people.. namely gm )

Face: okay hit the nexus and
TM interupts : can't.. shiva has me on the ban list for another week
Adept: what did you do, hammer Bash or something
TM just blushes and stammers a bit
Face: oh god you did
TM: Well it was just blackout and he attacked me first.. which is why Shiva only gave me a two week cooldown to let Bash get over it


Later on near the end of the run... it went to hell we got a runner team in a souped up roadmaster, two azzie choppers, and a lesser dragon working for SK chasing us through the barrens.. all attempting to capture, not kill

Face: why did we get so damn popular
TM: you remember that big stink awhile back about a techno research facility ran by a major bitch on SKs dime for the pyramid heads.
Adept: Yeah, the one hestaby had raided by runners after someone leaked the data to her... oh drek
TM: Yep, I'm mommy dearest's favorite lab rat.. and the one that leaked the info and has the decryption procedure for the mainframe containing all the data.
Face: oh joy.. so we likely got a team from hes, a dragon working for SK and two azzie teams all wanting your cute little butt
TM: Yep, but I am about to get them all off our tail.. hang a right
Rigger: Umm that's open space girl.. but what the hell.
Face: hope you got a good plan
TM shrugs : the choppers are from the old facility... and still have the superuser accounts I set up there on them
Rigger: umm.. so you basically have control of two heavy armed choppers...
TM: yep..

net result.. one angry wounded dragon running off, one prime runner team a crater, and two chopers kissing in the sky..

Face: You know, I think we need to take a long vacation far far away from this city
TM: but.. yeah. Just means I got to leave most of my toys here in storage
Face: well it's hard to sneak a blimp and god knows what else
TM looking sternly at him and the rest: well I actually mean real toys... a couple stuffed animals someone gave me.
Adept: ooh pup has a stuffed bear, who gave it to you
TM: Would ya believe the leader of the scatter brains
Face: yes I would.. you're both bat shit insane
TM just glares

We reach the safe house with the TM fuming... door opens and there is a rather distinguished older man with the Johnson... and a rather irate looking dragon drops it's invisibility

TM: Umm..
Old man: well he wasn't supposed to engage you or them child, simply contact you since you were not answering your message. Standard for a runner team I'm sure. Business first.
Tm looks from the no longer hurt dragon to the old man and gulps loudly... the team looks at her and about panics
Old man: I figure you all think I am Lowyfer, so lets be brief. I am one of his agents that he had keeping an eye on a runner that intrigued him. In his stead I am offering all of you enough money and a SIN if needed to start normal lives elsewhere. For you and any family you have. Or you can work as company men, with a bit more leeway than is normally allowed. Taking into consideration your personalities. The only thing I need to seal the deal is the access code to unlock the data"
TM looks at the others and then back to the dragon's agent: The access phrase is "Victims are bound to the wheel of time by chains of sorrow and despair. Survivors learn they have the strength to throw off the chains and forge their own path"

The human tilts his head as if listening to something far away and nods before he speaks

Agent: Well the code was accepted and the date decrypted. So the offer is on the table
TM nods and collects the credstick with her share from the run and starts to walk out the door
Agent: Tanith?

TM looks back: My future isn't a normal life, or a gilded cage. Come what may, I know I'm a monster of sorts. But I figure I can at least be a monster that hunts other monsters. If you look at the runs we've done.. we got paid, but everything done in a way helped those who have no power to fight back. I can't just stop doing that, I fought in the lab to get the rest free. I would call her mother just so she would focus on me with her fear and hate rather than the others. I have her as a guide for what kind of monster I could be, and the type I refuse to be. I can't save the whole world, but I can stop a monster or two. But not as a normal little girl which I'm not.. or wasting away in a gilded cage.

She simply walked out, most of the team followed her too (though we understood the Adept not doing so. He took the retirement so he could get his family out of the barrens and into a nice place in NAN territory). Sure she's a little monster, but she's their little monster

I gave my players a similar retirement option, but actually had Lofwyr there in human form. Longbow's uncouth logic 1 troll maniac decided he'd had enough of "that blond guy's attitude" and took a shot. He was then backhanded into orbit by a dragon sustaining more spells than he knew existed. The rest of the team took the retirement plan.

And now we have stats for him to prove it!

Good stats too, between Lofwyr, Lugh, and Thorn I now have a catalog of torments for my players should they need the pimp slap of destiny placed upon them. (Damn them for suggesting a shadowrun game, letting me get my hopes up of using this elven bow adept I have sitting around, and then informing me I was running it.)

"Kicking someone in the nads is an unarmed attack right?"

"...Yes."

"Damn. I have shit for unarmed, I'll just shoot him."

That's one of those times when a taser comes in handy. When you want to inflict pain, but not permanent damage.

A taser to the nads is pretty brutal by most people's standards.

We think alike I see...

One Nine-Inch Nail to the thigh, another to the groin, wire them up to a light bulb... Then have a lightswitch rave party!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!