I've seen something similar on on other forums, so I figured: "well shadowrun players love their fanfictions, so let's give it a go here".

Here are the rules: Everyone contributes 5 words to the story, continuing on from the previous post. together, we can hopefully create a coherent story or, failing that, have a good laugh.

Start:


Bob rubbed his eyes, looking

into the mirror, he saw

someone he hardly recognized since

he had became a wendigo.

Fatigue, guilt, maybe even a

little shame, desperation and paranoia

settled in when he remembered

the Dwarf in the refrigerator.

Right. The dwarf. McUrist was

a dwarf that totally deserved

the really good sweet marinade.

Cúchulainn, the Wendigo, thought: "Shoulda

started marinating last night." Hunger

consumed his fleshy wendigo parts,

drool formed on his lips.

He ran quickly to the

manhole leading up to the

kitchen where the marinated dwarf

ripping the fridge open he

apologized to the semi marinated

dwarf before noticing his absence

How could he have once

Loved the dwarfs supple lipps...

now having to do without

was tragic. So he jumped

into his favorite drone, the

magical hunger dominating his thoughts.

As Haiku, Dominated white piglet...

used to say: "Never eat

." That poor pig died hungry.

His drone was a huge

and full of liquified Ghouls...

[[My god, we are terrible people.]]

which would have to wait

as he'd forgotten his straw.

Cúchulain lived on the moon,

along with a family of

Equally high drunken skunk lords,

that debated edge and glitches.

Living on the bleeding edge

of their transhumanist society, they

called themselves 'The Infected Mooninites'.

Their society was based on

counterfeit Atarii comlinks. Each one

was worth 500 Canadian dollars.

which is worthless to most

, being worth under thirteen nuyen.

Which explains eating dwarves, but

not annihilating every vampire ever.

"Do onto others, before they

eat you." That is the