Well if it came up before I apologize; but I want to know some of those special moment you've had with your pc's

Same words, I'm afraid, but there was the incident in which my character and his team were caught in an alleyway by shooters either side on the flat roofs above. My guy thought it would be a good idea to clear the rooftops with grenades. Hey, flat roofs, they won't roll back down, right?

Bad, bad throw. SR3 rookie, so didn't have Edge and the one re-roll he did have also failed. The first grenade fell down among the team. In the narrow alleyway. Brick walls. There was no second grenade.

"Hah! That's only a light pistol!"
*throws dice* _clatter roll_ . . damn, that's a lot of 1's . . .

Idea stealer Made a similar thread(link in sig), but this seems more specific to deaths so I'll let you live...this time....

GM: "You have five guys approaching you, heavily armed, what do you do?"
PC: "I throw a grenade at them"
GM: "I will remind you that you have a Serious wound (SR3) and your prone, your common sense trait tells you you should run away."
PC: "Screw common sense, I'm throwing the grenade. EAT THAT BASTARDS!!!" <Rolls> "F#$%" (All ones)
GM: "You throw the grenade, it goes up, it comes down, right between your legs..."
PC: "I hate this game!"

GM shakes his head.

Oh I know I posted there too (the mono wire wielding, flying bust a moves that looked like teddy bears. I just wanted to hear about the bloody aftermath of the "oops" moments

I don't recall exactly how this went down, but one of our new players--who tends to be over the top, all the time, and just came off a Scion "Hero to God in 11 weeks" program--managed to get himself into this situation.

We were raiding a fireworks factory to destroy their new product. Inevitably we launched this rather inflamable gel through the roof of the building via elevator (blew the car right out of the shaft with explosives) and managed to "trigger" it, whereupon it turned into a more gassy substance. And then ignited.

Anyway, building on fire, Lone Star on the way to the site, this PC decides he's going to rig grenades as a booby trap (the rest of us are running like hell).
After getting out of the building he decides to steal a parked car. He fails (none of the required skills).
One of the other PCs tries to get him to follow us as we run, but he insists that a car is faster, she keeps trying to get him to reconsider. The cops show up.
Somehow the other PC ends up as a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and uses this to her advantage and claims he kidnapped her (the cops believe it).
The PC in the meantime decides to hijack a car on the street ("I've got a gun, I step out into the street and point it at the nearest driver")
The girl PC knowing this is going to end badly makes one last ditch effort to save her own skin, she casts a Force 6 Alter Memory on her "kidnapper."
She makes him believe that it was all his own idea to blow up the fireworks factory. Just got up that morning and had it out for the place. A lone perpetrator.
Success.

So our gun-ho PC who clearly didn't know how to run the shadows got himself arrested, pleaded guilty to blowing the place sky high and insisted he did it alone.

He got to resist the alter memories again in 6 months. And again after another 6. He wouldn't recover his memories until long after he would be able to do anything about it.

Just recently( the cruise ship fiasco) a player was trying to dodge gunfire from rotodrones on the second to top deck of a cruise ship next to the railing.

Drones fire
Character rolls reaction (all 1's and has no edge)

He jumps to the side, avoiding the gunfire and leaping off the edge of the boat, plummeting 80 ft.
On his pass he can either take some action to help him stop falling or roll some kind of athletics check to dive safely in the water.

We all agree that that would be Hard (3 successes)
Down go the bolas, comes up with one success, still no edge.

He hits the water with a wet slap, spread eagle in an 80' belly flop, shattering his bones and breaking his neck, killing him instantly.....well....at least he didn't suffer.

A SR3 game I was GMing years ago, PCs are in an elevator, heading for an upper floor in a hospital, with KE waiting for them. Troll PC (very tough, but no cyber) walks out and winds up taking a shotgun to the chest. After armor, 7D damage, with 12 dice to soak. Not a single 6 in the bunch, so he blew the karma for the reroll, still no 6. Other players are amazed at no 6's in 24 dice, so they told him to use group karma; this time 1 6 (so 1 of the needed 7s). Group eventually talked him into a 2nd group karma, however this time to no avail. 47 dice rolled (not the same set each time either), only 1 6 rolled in group.

Troll hits the ground from the wound, other PC calls out, "Quick, close the door! We've got to find another hospital, this one's not safe!"

"I rush off the plane and to the runway." " I look up can I see the chopper yet?" I drop to the tarmac placing my hands flat.......whats the drain code to make the world invisible?" (Old 1st-2nd edition game)

The team arrives at the border, elven samurai jumps out of the vehicle and gets out his wire cutters. " I cut the fence he yelps with glee." Everyone sitting in the car watching him. "What fence?" (poor guy had a bad run that day, ended up having to get his infamous blue chrome cyber arm on that same run. Also started carrying a katana after that day too so when he ran out of ammo he would'nt loose another arm in a sword fight.)

One of the players I GM for took some Kamakaze in a battle, took a few hits and promptly forgot he took the K.

There is some time killed with the rest of the group before he then got on his brand new motocycle and started making a run from the scene as fast as he could.

Me: "So, you're going where?"

PC: "Don't care, not here. I'm driving as fast as I can."

Me: "Really?"

PC: "Yeah."

Me: "Ok, your fueneral." .... He still didn't change his mind after the grin.

I then gave him a memory check that he failed.

So he's driving down the freeway when the Kamikaze hits him with 6S, knocking him out, filling BOTH tracks with the overflow. And that's BEFORE he crashes the bike. He decides not to burn edge as it's just this character's time, and I have it slam into a gas station at 120kph with an enormous fireball that can be seen for miles.

'Nah, it's fine if we crack open that power core, depleted uranium isn't toxic.'

Who wants power 8 toxins while wearing street clothes? You do, you do!

PC: "Pine trees are flammable right?"

Me: "Yep. Remember you are standing in a clearing with about two years worth of dead needles underfoot next to your disabled VTOL with a fuel leak."

PC: "Great. I light the tree with the sniper in it on fire."

Me: *face-palm*

I think the most menacing came from a group I was GMing for a couple years ago.

After a running shootout with some security guards, the team is pinned down in an office building, trying to find a way out. The group's street sam, who has been going more and more insane over the last few runs as he whittles down that last half point of Essence, is insistent that they just go out guns blazing, but the mage won't agree with him. Turning to the mage, the sammy grins, holding up a narcoject pistol he's been carting around all run.


"I have kamikaze in this..."

Needless to say, this was followed by the mage taking three shots of kamikaze-loaded narcoject rounds, then both of them charging screaming and being cut down by security forces.

But I guess he got the sniper!

Cornered on the rooftop of a high rise building, our mage stands off against the company mage, who so far has proved superior to him in most ways.

Company Mage: "Deactivate your foci and surrender. You have no where to go."
Mage: "That is where you are wrong!" I jump off the building and cast Levitate on myself.
GM: Counterspell roll.
Mage: Well shit...

An early 1E game where the really badly made street mage with no armor, a shuriken, and only the sleep spell is talking smack to gangers.

GM: You are facing three gangers who pull Remington Roomsweepers.
PC: I duck under cover.
GM: What cover, you're in the middle of a street?
PC: The curb.
GM: Seriously?
PC: Yes.

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Another 1E game where another crappily built mage is talking smack to a merc.

Mage: I punch the merc.
GM: What's your unarmed combat skill?
Mage: I don't have one.
GM: What's your strength?
Mage: One.
(The merc has an unarmed of 6 and a strength of 6)
GM: Okay guys roll.
(The mage rolls a one. The merc rolls well and creams the mage.)


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Thankfully the player who cannot help talking smack all the time now only plays bruisers.

"I throw the pregnant woman at the little girl!"

This was our third run ever. We were to rescue a pregnant woman and tracked her down to an abandoned school. It turned out someone had been experimenting on pregnant women to graft bioware onto their unborn children. This way, the bioware would be part of the child's natural physiology, causing no essence loss. Two kids who had survived this procedure, decided to continue the research after the project had been cancelled. The boy was an adept, the girl a magician.

The hacker, me, who waited in the car, was slaughtered by the boy without anyone's knowledge. The sammy, entering through the roof, rolled badly and was quickly punched to death by the boy. The girl mind controlled the astrally projecting combat mage, and told him to kill the occultist. The occultist, now carrying the pregnant woman, fired a bullet, point-blank, into the combat mage's physical head. Wounded and slowed by his load, his only chance of survival was to throw the woman, who the children wanted to protect, at them, and hope he could run for it. He was mind controlled. He stood still. He looked down to see the boy's fist protruding from his torso.

"Clearly, talking to them isn't making a difference. I throw lightning bolts between my hands and tell them to get out of our way."

+6 Charisma.
+6 Intimidation.
-3 Subject is hostile.
-1 Character's desired result is annoying to the subject.
+2 Character is wielding obvious magic (the rest of the team's weapons were holstered.)
-68 Subjects outnumber characters 40 to 6.
-80 Subjects are wielding 40 firearms.
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-138 dice pool to intimidate.

I think I may be in love with you. I think I'll steal this for next time we create new characters and toss an armed mob at them to see their response.

I was playing a crude street sammy - a real thug. We're in the mafia don's house. We've been working for him for some time now, after I saved his daughter from some Yakuza thugs. I've been REEEAAL good and behaving because the aughter, the little slut-tease, has been trying to get me to fuck her ever since we met, but I know the don would kill me if I did so I've been managing to avoid her. Unfortunately, after a series of events, we are forced now to kill him.

Unknown to me, my teammate had become a vampire recently. We are sitting in the don's living rooms. Security is all around us. I'm desperatly trying to think oh how we're gonna do this. My desperate plan is currently to stab him in the neck with a pen. So we're talking, and suddenly, my teammate acts. With superhuman speed and strenght, he tears apart the guard next to him and leaps for the don. The bodyguards manage to just get in the way, affording the don time to run for his life down the hall. My teammate pursues. This is all in like 2 action phase. After that explosion of activity, I am left still sitting in my sofa twirling a glass of whisky, blankly staring at one bodyguard who hadn't moved.

I say: "Aren't you going to go after the don?"

His eyes flash and he pulls his gun. I throw my drink at his face and jump off the couch. He shoots, I pick up the gun from a dead bodyguard and fire back, killing him. I have no idea what the fuck is going on with the don and I sure as shit don'T understand why my teammate just ripped apart people with his bare hands. He didn't share any of this with me beforehand. So, I run upstairs and burst into the don's daughter's room. She just got out of the shower, and scream. I jump on top of her and start fucking ravaging her. As I'm humping her like crazy and releasing all this pent up sexual frustration, a bodyguard jumps into the doorway, gun raised. I raise my gun, point, shoot, and miss. He fires back and shoots me dead in the head. My headless corpse falls back down on top of the screaming, blood-drenched daughter.

Years of therapy ahead for her. Years.

Ya know, after that I'm kind of scared to...

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Here's the story: The team an I, we're breaking into a secret underground lab where horrible blood chilling experiments are going on. We just get in through the front door, but security is alerted to our break in. They don't have a fix on our location though, so one of my chummers says "quick everyone, hide!" and everyone agrees this is the best plan.

My character has 11 dice to throw at her stealth test, "not too shabby," I think to myself.

*shooka shooka clatter*
"umm, guys? I'm really sorry... but I got a critical glitch."

Of course my character didn't say anything at all, except maybe "ouch."

This doesn't end in a TPK, but it's still a good one:

The runners have been hired by no fewer than three interested parties to take down a local gang boss who's been getting too big for his britches- in fact, one of these parties has offered the team double pay if the wax the guy after they let him know who he's wronged. The players spend six sessions- six, one session every two weeks- to set up everything. Their legwork uncovers a few things: The guy is spending someone else's money on upgrading his prostitution racket. Two big investments- a cherry-red limousine, and a penthouse suite in a really flashy apartment complex in downtown Seattle. The next thing they uncover is that the mark uses the penthouse as a private 'getaway' for himself and 'special' clients. The runners start calling in favors and getting ready. They find a friend of their fixer has the apartment directly below the penthouse and can get them that far into the building. They find an abandoned storm drain out in BFE where they can carry out their dirty deed unhampered. They set up multiple escape routes, redundant getaway vehicles, everything you could ask for.

The night of the run comes. They take the elevator up to the floor below the penthouse and cut their way onto the top of it. There's still a bit of a climb, and so they have to make Athletics/climbing checks to get up. Everyone passes but the decker, who falls onto the elevator and sprains his ankles. They pry the doors open, rush into the pad, hear noises in the bedroom and head over that way. They bust open the door and grab the guy out of bed- the woman he's with starts shrieking- and drive a blade into his gut.

But the face is wrong. It's the mark's lieutenant, playing honeymoon with his new bride.

I wanted to laugh for a week straight right then.

Yes he did. There was then a fun scene while they *tried* to outrun a forest fire. Suddenly the one PC with a GPS and an orienteering system was the hero. Finding a cave allowed them to survive, barely.

I had a decker that was far too over the top to survive for long. He had been trying like hell to get his hands on some explosives forever. Now the GM has dodged the problem for some time by many different means. At one point I rolled so well, he had to acquiesce. So I found some old C4. A LOT of C4 mind you. Oh this was going to be fun for something. The GM figured that it would require a lot to get through something armored with new materials. Now mind you, my character had not gone around the bend yet.

Some time later, we were hired to stop a mage and his buddies from completing a ritual. They were held up out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. So we all stealthy approach the building. Obviously we missed something, and AVMs come streaking out of the building and smoke the riggers car. Heavy machine gun fire from the building starts raking the members of the group. After trying a couple things, we figure out that the whole building is armored. It is a damn bunker. The mage tried a couple things, what ever it is that those magicy people do. Now it is getting late, and I really don't want to wait until next week to finish this, so while my buddies are assaulting the building, I go to my car and get as much C4 as I can carry, rig up a timer and approach the building from a blind spot. A nice roll puts the bag on the top of the building. I run like hell.

Now the resulting explosion can be seen for miles. Mission accomplished. Runners paid. Best part is that the cost of the the run paid for the C4.

Now this didn't end up with anyone dead, but the rest of the team forced me to stop playing the character, as I was now a terrorist, and they really didn't want that kind of heat.

Now I will admit that this was the most extreme character that I have ever played, and it really was a good thing that I retired the character before it got even worse. So I rolled up a Rigger... Sadly the GM took a great deal of the anguish that Hastor (the psychotic decker) caused him out of the rigger...

Priceless. If I was really a runner that's probably how I'd want to go: mentally scarring a don's girl for life.

So, he could have squads with AV rockets and HMG nests firing on your team, but, when you blow up the fortified bunker he's sent you to with a large satchel charge, that's an over-the-top disaster?

Ridiculous.

Lolz. Mind Bender and Empty have sex scenes (well, Empty IS a sex scene, in a way). But in my defence, I wasn't the GM on that game, just a player. Hmm, well, I guess I did have the choice to, you know, NOT die banging the don's daughter. Could have tried to escape or someting. Hmm. ..

...I regret nothing.

Seconded.