ok tonights game was good. could have been better but i got a little lazy. some epicness ensued and after all was said and done, the run over, everyone paid, we left. well one of our guys does not have transportation despite having high lifestyle. one guy drives off in his car the other on a stolen bike. the last guy starts walking. roll credits right? well he thought he didnt do enough so he asks if he can roll to see if he fights a gang. i roll 3d6 and get a total of 12 so 12 guys drive by him on bikes and shoot him up. they are hyped up on drugs and thrills and keep going. a group of soldiers is chasing after them. the player gets shot up and just when he thinks its over a guy rides by on a motorcycle and beats him with a shovel knocking him out. well doc wagon picks him up and fixes him and sends him home. the player was given the bullets taken from his body. he is sitting in his chair in his high rise apartment thinking "and look where that got me." .

many lulz had by all and in the end he decides that he wants the bullets made into a necklace or something and enchanted into a focus.

what kind of shit have your guys been through for the worst but been good sports about it? bonus points if it was unintentional.

well, im a little too far into sleep deprivation atm to go into specifics, but my group was playing Rifts for a while and my character invariably died each and every session. they always died in grand fashion and in some way benefitted the situation (well, most of the time) and not a single one of them was an intentional martyrdom. i had so much fun playing those games that i cheerfully created character after character, marching gleefully to unknown destruction. my friend's character always attempted maneuvers that should have gotten him killed but always miraculously survived, and my brother's cyber knight was struck by an enemiy's lightning attack and suffered brain damage! i'll never forget the scientist who, having absolutely no recourse, tried to shoot down a mega damage mini-missile with a wilke's pistol! apply fine-red-mist rule yeah, good times...

Everything that I did:

I got shot up by Deus (I had one box of health left before I started to bleed out and the drones coming after the group weren't likely to stop), changed sides, brought back to him (part) of the reward we were given for the mission (some power armor, like the thing out of Ghost in the Shell that the major one-hands an anti-tank rifle to), paid off my 40k debt to the face and I went back to him and served him.

What happened:

Deus did cruel cyber/bio experiments, to the point at which my character was fused with the power armor. The underground lab was besieged by the military, so Deus hibernated and my character used the digging machine in the basement to dig a way out and escape with the harddives Deus inhabited. The military used earthquake sensors to target an orbital cannon on my character's location: and shot him, through 50 stories of dirt and rock, killing him.


Best Death Ever.

Shadowrun 3, i played a wolf shapeshifter but wasn't sure if i would be happy with that character in the long run (like so often, you can count that i will change my character at least once) and i said to my GM "here, new character babble babble. I just don't know if i want to continue with Nemo, what can we do so he won't just disappear without a word?"
My GM told me straight to face that "He had an idea"
And what an idea... our group lived seperated and he started to describe Nemos usual lazy evenings where he would just watch trideo and not spending a thought about hunting since the refrigerator of his "packmate" (a skinny decker who the character viewed as lower in rank and therefore he owns the place, which didn't help against the fact that the decker paid the bills) was full.
Suddenly something landed on his chest and he saw something which he knew as a grenade. He flipped it down and hid behind the couch but the appearing teargas made staying impossible, so he decided to de-cloth and shift into his animal form and show those would be attackers his fury.
He jumped out through the door, directly into some poor sob who probably didn't even realized what happened to him but he got tanked full of silver bullets in the same maneuver.
So the wolf lies there, bleeding all over and knowing that he would probably die as everthing went black. It was a very emotional moment, when my GM described the sudden deafness of all his senses. Then he cut to the other players for like ten minutes and when he was finished with them he turned over to me, smiled sadistically and asked in his best Mister Smith voice: "Do you really want to change your character?"
You can guess what answer i gave him I played Nemo for another year, afterwards we changed to 4th edition and since there were no shapeshifter rules in the first days i couldn't convert Nemo and we wanted a fresh start in every sense. But i always remember Nemo as my best play when it comes to shapeshifters, although with a really fucked up reason to actually run but my group was cool with that and we did play it for laughs sometimes.

Reminds me of a time where I wanted to change characters in a D&D game.

Before I continue you have to understand that the GM for this game is, this is not an opinion, Keith IS the best GM on the face of the planet, no exceptions. The world we're playing in he designed from scratch (if you've read Deathgate at all the cosmology of this world resembles Deathgate in a way) including a fluctuating economy such that magic items were cheaper to acquire based on where in the world you were at the time (some places were expert potion makers, so potions in general were cheaper and plentiful, though the higher the level of the item, the lower the discount). He also invented his own monsters (one of which we fought and killed as a 5th level party while the giant sand worm ate the 6 or 8 15th level NPCs) and not one, but two unique magic systems. Oh, and a non-euclidean dungeon (you could take a corridor that bent left 7 times in a row without crossing itself in any of the standard 3 dimensions).

Anyway, the character I was playing was a dwarf factotum (one of the intelligence based classes out of some expansion book, you were fighterish, but had this pool of points, that by spending you could add your Intelligence to a roll, later you pick up the ability to add it to different kinds of rolls and pick up weak spellcasting (choose a spell, any spell, at the beginning of the day, you can cast it once, at like 15th you get 2 different spells).

But in a part of 8 I wasn't really shining. We had an archivist (same book) filling the roll, two rogues (one stabby stabby, one charismatic), a full wizard, a druid, and a cleric (seven? hm, I don't know who the 8th was then). So I talked it up with Keith to replace my character in character with another one the two of us designed. I will not go into detail as the character sheet is very much private and I would like to actually get to play this character someday.*

Keith had an elaborate plan whereby dwarves would show up and accuse me of some crime and haul me away in chains and serve punishment (I've forgotten what exactly I was charged with though). Jim, being Jim (that being a quick thinking, clever planning, deep role playing guy that he is) defended my character with zeal, even challenging the captain to a 1 on 1 combat (where Jim lacks about 10 levels on the guy), had a plan on how to cheat a victory and save my character from their clutches.

THAT is how character replacement goes down: keep it a secret from the party and do it in front of them. Jim had no idea I wanted to replace my character (I think word had only managed to get half way around the table). That was so much fun.

*Oh yes. Why didn't I get to play my new character? Because Keith disappeared. Went off for more surgery to keep his voice. We haven't seen him in....2 years now?