They open the box to find...

...the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.
...their other sock.
...a bag of marbles labeled Richard Villiers.
...strange papers that seem to detail the runners and give their traits numerical vlaues.
...a polyhedral sphere with 20 numbered sides, identical in size and shape, in a biohazard container.
...a piece of paper with Lofwyr's personal commcode written on it in blood.
...a Hitchikers Guide to Dystopia.
...a steel cylinder containing ash labeled Albert.
...a holographic black forest cake.
...a fully automatic belt-fed staplegun.

Its for those office stapler fights. You know someone would make one. It got locked away because someone got hurt ("this is why we can't have nice things.")

Somebeody wanna stat this up?

I figure it does 1P damage (base) with full auto capability, with 5 points of RC built into the "gun" itself.

Makes it easy to land those full bursts on people, but at a low base damage.

The aftermath of the previous team that tried to hit the warehouse. There hasn't even been enough time to clean up the blood, guts, and casings.

That or the blood, guts, and other gooey bits from the Tuesday night sacrifice.

this actually happened to us >.>

- A alter still covered in drying blood that smells faintly of vanilla
- Two magical circles in one a spirit that is light itself shining bright in the other a shadow so dark the surounding light cant escape it.
- A puzzle box which acts as a summoning ritual for a shadow spirit of pain
- A singing fish wallmountable drone which only sings country and westen version of rap songs
- A black slab tall as a troll and indestructable

A thousand crateloads of Jumanji.

Your mother-in-law.

Bubba the Love Troll.

Cyberzombied Bubba the Love Troll.

Two dozens cyberzombied clones of Bubba the Love Troll. In a room filled with aphrodisiac gas.

An artifact that radiates the Orgy spell in a 100 meter radius when it's taken out of it's container.

"Annnnd.....you all cream your pants."

Why wouldn't you want to find that? You can always put it into a GMC Sandal and send it to the mall.

Cause I don't want to see the Cybered Troll Street Sam and the Pixie Mage get it on?

Orgy doesn't do that, it only makes the effected character orgasm as if they were having good sex.

It's not bad at all... Until there is a hidden camera transmitting everything into Matrix. This could be a bit embarassing.

I'd have a mage cast that with a geas of 'Barry White Must Be Playing'.

Boxes of medical drugs marked for destruction due to severe side effects. ("Possession by The Prince of Darkness" is the nicest one on the label.).

Sun lamps, giant Venus Fly Traps, and a Sangre Del Diablo.

A vat of Swordfish Mustardball.

An ashtray with 3 still smoking cigarettes.

A box of Godiva Chocolate.

A broken yo-yo.

A large wire cage with several indistinct mounds of fur lying in a grassy-like cage-liner. Each of the fluffballs are hooked up to an IV bag, dripping a steady stream of a light-blue fluid into them. The sign reads (after translated): "Contents Under Constant Sedation. DO NOT WAKE. DO NOT REMOVE SEDATION. LEAVE UNDISTURBED."
The sign, relatively new, was apparently put up with someone that had a bleeding hand.
Occaisonally, one will stretch out, or move enough to re-position itself, revealing a limb or two with sharp-looking black talons.

On display, a yellow-colored item the size of alarge novel, patterned with circuitry and in the vague shape of a key.

A keypad remote, just barely the size of a large chocolate bar, with the numbers 666 flashing on the screen and alternating with the screen message "press GO 2 continue."

A (meta)human skull, apparently formed from the blackest Obsidian, encased in a full half-meter block of Lucite. The skull seems to be screaming. Not open-jawed, screaming.

A 5 meter by 5 meter display 'box', furnished and occupied by a young (meta)human girl, wearing a simple sun-dress. She is stroking a blond-haired doll. The sign (after transating) reads:
"DO NOT RELEASE. Walls are one-way mirrored FOR YOUR PROTECTION. DO NOT DISTURB."
If the runners go within 2 feet of the box, they can hear a little girl's voice say: "I know you're out there. I can smell you. Please let me out, so we can....play?"

An enclosed glass container with its own o2 generator that has some kind of furball in it.
The sign attached says "00:00-06:00 DO NOT FEED"
"CONTENTS UNSTABLE WHEN WET"

+1 Rep

A small portion of the warhouse floor is freshly dug mounds, a sign posted states "You bury your own"

The severed, deep-frozen head of Adolf Hitler.

Harlequin.




-k

Walt Disney

Walt Disney dressed up as Hitler

Hitler dressed as Donald Duck.

Donald Duck dressed as Hitler.

Donald Hitler.

The entire facility is filled with 5 1/2" floppies and is listed as "Primary Information Backup Storage Facility."

A smoking mirror...do you dare look in it?

No, you don't.

Hitler dressed up as Donald Duck

Sailor Hitler

AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhh...

Crates filled with gas grenades labeled "Gaming convention crowd control". If used they prove to be filled with Axe^TM or similar deodorant.

An enormous box labelled 'Dunkelzahn's sleeping form'. Inside, they find Juan Aztcalpoco who'd really like to go back to bed and, pursuant to that, escorts the players out of his box. With force 8 fireballs and pain spells.

Another scary addition to the Weeping Angels is the recent 11th Doctor episodes which reveal that any image of an angel can become an angel and if you look at a picture of an angel which is then erased, it will create a picture IN YOUR MIND AND TURN YOU INTO ONE.

Now don't blink.

Juan Atzcapotzalco's porn stash, containing the most bizarre erotica the 6th world has ever seen: 2D, non-simsense recordings of two average humans with neither pointy ears nor fur, engaged in plain vanilla sex.

After fighting Jaguar guards, Blood Mages, matrix ICing to top teh cake darker thana black hole and so many spirits you'd think its an invasion...

Nothing. Absolutely empty. Maybe a spider on her web, calmly eating a recently caught fly on a corner. But that's it.

Now, that is creepy.

(And anticlimatic )

Who?

IIRC, the mysterious and powerful CEO of Aztechnology. Or perhaps the president of Aztlan.

Or both. This is AZT we're talking about.

A horror corrupted Feathered Serpent Dragon

Now that would be terrifying!

Sorry I meant that's who Juan is

..ly booooring

A VT100 terminal that appears to be permanently connected to the usenet group alt.religion.admin, which seems to be an ancient (at least 10,000 years old) usenet group for various dieties and demigods. The topics on display are otherwise unremarkable, although they make references to Shadowrun rules and rule concepts (dice pools, opposed tests, etc), despite being in-universe.

A well reinforced box containing a corpse of someone who tried to get cheap travel by boxing themselves up. Little did they know their buddies had sealed the box a little too well. Luggage and a will scrawled in blood inside the box wall.

*Giggle*
The gods DO play dice with the universe.



Hehehe. Awesome.

I was inspired enough by this thread to completely rip it off! Thanks for the inspiration, and this has been a fun read-and of course people are welcome to pop over there and add to it they so choose.

Other than the one guy not realizing that you can put more than one thing into a single post...not a bad start.

We don't worry about bothersome ideas like tidiness. That sort of anal retentiveness isn't conductive to the creative process.