Here's a Godo Question for you all what is your SINGLE favorite gaming moment for Shadowrun? The one that brings the smile back to your face ever time you think about it.
Mine was when I started my new campaign. Their first job was to intercept a shipment of Cargo going through the Barren's. One of the characters, named "Twitch" is a heavily biowared-up speed-monkey Amnesiac obsessed with old 2-D movies and TV shows. Believed life should be just like TV ull of drama, explosions and action.
So they set up a blockade/ambush point that included small smoke/firebombs to torch some old cars and a pulley system to haul a wreck into place behind the convoy preventing escape. Meantime "Twitch", stuck on an "A-Team" Obsession and deciding he's "Hannibal" purchase some cigars and...a Godzilla suit. Yes he stood in the middle of the road in the Godzilla suit, chomping a cigar and pointing an Ares Predator at the lead truck. Just one of those Fun GM moments that was so surreal I decided the guards were just too shocked to react properly. Great moment!
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One player fell asleep during a session so he was sodomized by a troll. Classic.
Well, the two other PCs in this game had some interesting interactions resulting in one knocking the other unconscious. My character wasn't present at that point, as he was meeting them at another location where we were going to do some legwork. So, the conscious character takes the unconscious one to the place and leaves him in the truck. We do our thing and when we come back there's some gangers or something going through our truck. I'm playing a houngan, so I summon a loa to take over the unconscious character's body, which then slaughters (he was an Ogoun houngan...) the gangers.
The PC comes to, covered in the blood of those guys without any clue what had happened.
It was a one-shot and a heckuva lot of fun.
The PC comes to, covered in the blood of those guys without any clue what had happened.
It was a one-shot and a heckuva lot of fun.
We were paying off our decker with a favor rather than cash by "sending a message" to some people who had stiffed him previously. One of the people that we were supposed to rough up was running a safehouse for a previous employer of ours.
Riddle walks up, rings the doorbell. And rings the doorbell. And rings the doorbell... Eventually the guy asks "What is the atomic weight of lead?" to which Riddle answers, "Fuck you." (A similar question had been the password at the previous safehouse.) Guy opens the door, and Riddle quick-draws his Pred and shoots the guy in the left knee, followed by another shot to the right knee before he could hit the ground. As the guy is bleeding from his stumps, Riddle picks him up by the collar and says, "Don't fuck with your decker."
The rest of the scene is good, too...Ballisto broke out the blow torch to cauterize the guy's legs, we raided his fridge for beer, and of course Riddle went through his pockets and took enough cash to buy 2 bullets.
Riddle walks up, rings the doorbell. And rings the doorbell. And rings the doorbell... Eventually the guy asks "What is the atomic weight of lead?" to which Riddle answers, "Fuck you." (A similar question had been the password at the previous safehouse.) Guy opens the door, and Riddle quick-draws his Pred and shoots the guy in the left knee, followed by another shot to the right knee before he could hit the ground. As the guy is bleeding from his stumps, Riddle picks him up by the collar and says, "Don't fuck with your decker."
The rest of the scene is good, too...Ballisto broke out the blow torch to cauterize the guy's legs, we raided his fridge for beer, and of course Riddle went through his pockets and took enough cash to buy 2 bullets.
Actually the funniest thing just happened yesterday in our group...in a milk run into the Arcology to get an informant's chip (which he left in a bathroom stall with a peace sign in the Mall) Lina's new troll character "Boom"(Charisma 2, Int 3, flaw - compulsive: talking to himself) decided to get a staff so at least he'd be armed in the Arcology. So he visited one of those Faux-African places you see in every mall. I pointed out a "authentic" African tribal mask which looked really cool - on a whim Boom bought it for 60 nuyen (yes, it even had a "Made in China" tag in it, but he didn't see it). He then proceeded to wear it INSIDE THE MALL during the entire run and scaring small children and causing the Mall guards to break down in laughter. Combine that with talking to himself and disagreeing with everyone who tried to tell him it wasn't authentic...
Funniest thing I've ever seen. He got tons of karma for humor points.
Funniest thing I've ever seen. He got tons of karma for humor points.
I was running a game one Halloween during which I did such horrible things that my players, of their own volition, ate metahuman flesh. Ghoul flesh to be specific.
And none of them were ghouls at that point.
| QUOTE (Large Mike) |
| I was running a game one Halloween during which I did such horrible things that my players, of their own volition, ate metahuman flesh. Ghoul flesh to be specific. And none of them were ghouls at that point. |
Gah! Please describe...I want to know what you did so I can do it to mine!
Puhweeze?
My best one has to be when i was playing my troll shaman brindle (cat totem) and had a dwarf co-runner, we were trying to get into an apartment, totaly fudged my role and bounced off this door ( normal door mind you, i think i roles something like 3 1's). The dwarf runs up and gets a fantastic dice role, go's flying through the door straight into the face of a few heavys, takes one of them out with the door, my troll gets up off her ass and trys to interrogate one of the dazed heavys, as he was a member of the humanis policlub he would talk. The dwarf said ruff him up abit so i ended up pulling his head off.
Got extra karma for making the GM laugh!!
torz x
My favorite moment came when I watched my players come together as a team for the first time. After 3 years and maybe 15-20 character deaths between them, they finally figured it out. They got ambushed while having breakfast and with no player communication at all, they moved out, covered up, flanked their attackers and killed twice their number without a suffering a scratch.
It was a wonderful feeling to see all my hard work finally pay off.
It was a wonderful feeling to see all my hard work finally pay off.
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| QUOTE (Large Mike) I was running a game one Halloween during which I did such horrible things that my players, of their own volition, ate metahuman flesh. Ghoul flesh to be specific. And none of them were ghouls at that point. Gah! Please describe...I want to know what you did so I can do it to mine! Puhweeze? |
They had, previously, each been taken in by Aztechnology, heavily sedated, and used as test subjects and were being molded into Aztech super-soldiers.
Then, a generic something nasty happened that let everything with the ability to escape do so. The various projects and paracritters killed anything that didn't escape the then locked down section of the teocalli.
When they came too, the runner were naked and confused, and they'd been given nutrient IVs for the past several weeks, so they were so hungry they got target number modifiers.
Hijinks later (and an inability to gather food), they stubled across a blood-soaked massacre that still had some humanoid scraps of bodies about. They immediatly decended upon the meat and got through a half a leg before the physad decided to start cooking the rest with his Elemental Strike power.
Other interesting things that happened that run: The players narrowly outran and held off a hoard of (easily three dozen) ghouls, encountered another massacre where the blood all over the walls and floor began to take humanoid form a la T1000, the physad ended up gibbering to himself inside a circle of salt with the severed head of his fixer beside a man who had subsisted entirely on his own feces for long enough to grow a beard, they encountered the corpse of a juggernaut, and a seven year old boy displaying the power of cold aura tried to spin them into cocoons and lay eggs in their abdomens (and nearly suceeded).
I still have that run. Maybe I'll post it at some point.
My favoritemoment came when my PC and the rest of the team were captured by California militia while out camping in the southern parts of the Tir (long story). We all ended up tied to trees, with my PC getting some extra special TLC because he was the only sapien sapien in the group.
As it happened, the whole team was engaged in various hijinks to get themselves free and rectify the situation, and we all managed to do it pretty much at once. So more or less simaltanously, the face with the shotgun cyberhand broke free, while the forest spirit my adept convinced to help us manifested and used it's fear effect. Militiamen went scattering everywhere, one in particular (he'd been a real tool) running past my PC.
Sandoval was mad. He'd been narcojetted, tied to a tree, threatend with messy death, and been made fun of for stuttering. "I kick him in the junk," I said, using my full combat pool on the attack (he also had killing hands M, which the GM ruled applied to all unarmed attacks). Every die for the attack came up a success, and militiaman failed to roll above 3 on his soak.
If Sandoval was still active today, I think he would fondly recall the day he kicked a man in the groin so hard his head exploded.
As it happened, the whole team was engaged in various hijinks to get themselves free and rectify the situation, and we all managed to do it pretty much at once. So more or less simaltanously, the face with the shotgun cyberhand broke free, while the forest spirit my adept convinced to help us manifested and used it's fear effect. Militiamen went scattering everywhere, one in particular (he'd been a real tool) running past my PC.
Sandoval was mad. He'd been narcojetted, tied to a tree, threatend with messy death, and been made fun of for stuttering. "I kick him in the junk," I said, using my full combat pool on the attack (he also had killing hands M, which the GM ruled applied to all unarmed attacks). Every die for the attack came up a success, and militiaman failed to roll above 3 on his soak.
If Sandoval was still active today, I think he would fondly recall the day he kicked a man in the groin so hard his head exploded.
Well my character and his buddy another PC being i think 50+ karma character were invited to get in a game with some n00bs... well we had to think of a story to go to the east coast from Seattle... wellll...... My character sporting an half a mil car decided to go on a road trip... i had a buddy on tour (Troll drummer) and he was on the east coast, so gave him a call and he hooked us up with a meet.
Well.. when we first arrive to town, given me and my buddy we are both in our thritys, i still have that I look 23 and act still look rigger/decker ex Military special ops.. thinking i am going to a resort.. wearing an unbutton Hawianan T-Shirt and some dark cargo shorts like i'm going to the beach... standing at a gas station pumping gas, smoking a cigarette.. in a run down, gang ran slummy place. Let you know I'm wearing like some pimp shades and my hair is kind of like just blown back and stuck in that position.... My Buddy is a decker that is kind of grummpier and a bit more serious but highly comical ... comes back from the Store with a hughe slushy and some ork-rigns. This is where we met our man too... imagine the first impression... it was quit comical the descriptions we were giving. But most of the characters playing that had a grasp of the system and were all like "we are waring lined coast/dusters and lots of tatical gear" But If i remember correctly i think i had an ork that was tiny bit interesting in my cred stick or car.. i dunno.. but he approcached and i just ashed my cigarette and he walked away =) Even the most toughest orks don't like to explode.
Well.. when we first arrive to town, given me and my buddy we are both in our thritys, i still have that I look 23 and act still look rigger/decker ex Military special ops.. thinking i am going to a resort.. wearing an unbutton Hawianan T-Shirt and some dark cargo shorts like i'm going to the beach... standing at a gas station pumping gas, smoking a cigarette.. in a run down, gang ran slummy place. Let you know I'm wearing like some pimp shades and my hair is kind of like just blown back and stuck in that position.... My Buddy is a decker that is kind of grummpier and a bit more serious but highly comical ... comes back from the Store with a hughe slushy and some ork-rigns. This is where we met our man too... imagine the first impression... it was quit comical the descriptions we were giving. But most of the characters playing that had a grasp of the system and were all like "we are waring lined coast/dusters and lots of tatical gear" But If i remember correctly i think i had an ork that was tiny bit interesting in my cred stick or car.. i dunno.. but he approcached and i just ashed my cigarette and he walked away =) Even the most toughest orks don't like to explode.
| QUOTE (Sandoval Smith) |
| If Sandoval was still active today, I think he would fondly recall the day he kicked a man in the groin so hard his head exploded. |
I say, good show!
Perhaps at some point it will be time to reactivate him, eh?
| QUOTE (Large Mike) |
| They had, previously, each been taken in by Aztechnology, heavily sedated, and used as test subjects and were being molded into Aztech super-soldiers. Then, a generic something nasty happened that let everything with the ability to escape do so. The various projects and paracritters killed anything that didn't escape the then locked down section of the teocalli. When they came too, the runner were naked and confused, and they'd been given nutrient IVs for the past several weeks, so they were so hungry they got target number modifiers. Hijinks later (and an inability to gather food), they stubled across a blood-soaked massacre that still had some humanoid scraps of bodies about. They immediatly decended upon the meat and got through a half a leg before the physad decided to start cooking the rest with his Elemental Strike power. Other interesting things that happened that run: The players narrowly outran and held off a hoard of (easily three dozen) ghouls, encountered another massacre where the blood all over the walls and floor began to take humanoid form a la T1000, the physad ended up gibbering to himself inside a circle of salt with the severed head of his fixer beside a man who had subsisted entirely on his own feces for long enough to grow a beard, they encountered the corpse of a juggernaut, and a seven year old boy displaying the power of cold aura tried to spin them into cocoons and lay eggs in their abdomens (and nearly suceeded). I still have that run. Maybe I'll post it at some point. |
oy! That really is evil...me likes!
| QUOTE (Gyro the Greek Sandwich Pirate) | ||
I say, good show! Perhaps at some point it will be time to reactivate him, eh? |
It'd be nice, but that campaign is on hiatus because the GM is too busy with school matters to game period, much less run a campaign.
It's too bad, because he was a fun character (you could accuse me ripping off Tony Shaloub's Adrian Monk when I designed him, except that he predated the show, and had y'know, killing hands).
As for Large Mike's game... that's a story I really want to hear.
| QUOTE (Sandoval Smith) |
| If Sandoval was still active today, I think he would fondly recall the day he kicked a man in the groin so hard his head exploded. |
THAT was a lot funnier than my exploding head story.
I was playing a Troll PhysAd named Max (Maximillian) who was pretty much your basic bare-knuckle martial arts-type contemplative warrior. We were doing one of the original Harlequin missions, the trip to Germany. When the Terrorists tried to take over max just stood up and smacked one hard enough to tear his head off his shoulders, knocking it down the aisle hard enough to kill the next terrorist in line. That pretty much took the fight of the terrorist.
I think one of the other players later comment when looking at the decapitated head was; "That's using your head properly..."
Our team was hired to 'clean out' a rave party at an abandoned warehouse run by a Seoulpa Ring. Our troll stayed in the parking lot as backup with his auto shotgun (w/ ammo drum) inside his duffel bag. The rest of the team, a gun physad, a gunbunny, the mage, and my hand to han physad went into the party. The troll had been already tagged and warned by the troll bouncer in the parking lot that he had his eyes on him.
When we went to the lines for the btl pushers, we opened up on then with our guns in precise shots taking out the dealers and their bodyguards, this caused lots of mayhem by the crowds as they began to stream out of the warehouse running and screaming. The troll in the parking lot whips out his shotgun and proceeds to get into a shootout on full auto with the troll bouncer and his shotgun. The GM tells the player of the troll that he had a high TN to hit the other troll due to the crowds. Our player responds that he had gone full auto in the previous round with flachette rounds... there is NO crowd cover left against the troll...
This causes a heavy response by Lone Star due to reports of heavy weapons fire in the warehouse district and they send fast response of helicopters and a fast response team. We were on the clock of getting out in time.
The troll after finally taking out the other troll, he had to get to the slug rounds on his auto shotgun to take him out. Hops on his bike, radios to us about the incoming cops and then drives off... peacefully passing the cops as they raced to the warehouse. My character being one of the slowest couldn't get back to the team car in time and managed to watch the Lone Star helo open up on the car with machine guns. The gun physad and gunbunny got out in time and ran by me back into the warehouse. We managed to get out by running out the back on foot, dodging cops, I wiped my gun before dropping it into a trash bin, and hopped on the subway.
The mage... he didn't get out of the car in time and got pasted by the machine gun fire. He might have lived with his docwagon bracelet that was squealing away... But the Lone Star response were Shadowriders and they didn't give him a chance to try the free resuscitation that Doc Wagon provides on his plan. One of the few character deaths of our group.
Still, I loved the GM's reaction when the player said with a large evil, evil grin, 'Dan, I fired full auto with my flachette rounds.... There is NO crowd...'.
Yes, my old group used silenced weapons a lot. If we used anything large and full auto, it draws a nasty response... tends to make us careful runners.
When we went to the lines for the btl pushers, we opened up on then with our guns in precise shots taking out the dealers and their bodyguards, this caused lots of mayhem by the crowds as they began to stream out of the warehouse running and screaming. The troll in the parking lot whips out his shotgun and proceeds to get into a shootout on full auto with the troll bouncer and his shotgun. The GM tells the player of the troll that he had a high TN to hit the other troll due to the crowds. Our player responds that he had gone full auto in the previous round with flachette rounds... there is NO crowd cover left against the troll...
This causes a heavy response by Lone Star due to reports of heavy weapons fire in the warehouse district and they send fast response of helicopters and a fast response team. We were on the clock of getting out in time.
The troll after finally taking out the other troll, he had to get to the slug rounds on his auto shotgun to take him out. Hops on his bike, radios to us about the incoming cops and then drives off... peacefully passing the cops as they raced to the warehouse. My character being one of the slowest couldn't get back to the team car in time and managed to watch the Lone Star helo open up on the car with machine guns. The gun physad and gunbunny got out in time and ran by me back into the warehouse. We managed to get out by running out the back on foot, dodging cops, I wiped my gun before dropping it into a trash bin, and hopped on the subway.
The mage... he didn't get out of the car in time and got pasted by the machine gun fire. He might have lived with his docwagon bracelet that was squealing away... But the Lone Star response were Shadowriders and they didn't give him a chance to try the free resuscitation that Doc Wagon provides on his plan. One of the few character deaths of our group.
Still, I loved the GM's reaction when the player said with a large evil, evil grin, 'Dan, I fired full auto with my flachette rounds.... There is NO crowd...'.
Yes, my old group used silenced weapons a lot. If we used anything large and full auto, it draws a nasty response... tends to make us careful runners.
| QUOTE (Large Mike) |
| They had, previously, each been taken in by Aztechnology, heavily sedated, and used as test subjects and were being molded into Aztech super-soldiers. Then, a generic something nasty happened that let everything with the ability to escape do so. The various projects and paracritters killed anything that didn't escape the then locked down section of the teocalli. When they came too, the runner were naked and confused, and they'd been given nutrient IVs for the past several weeks, so they were so hungry they got target number modifiers. Hijinks later (and an inability to gather food), they stubled across a blood-soaked massacre that still had some humanoid scraps of bodies about. They immediatly decended upon the meat and got through a half a leg before the physad decided to start cooking the rest with his Elemental Strike power. Other interesting things that happened that run: The players narrowly outran and held off a hoard of (easily three dozen) ghouls, encountered another massacre where the blood all over the walls and floor began to take humanoid form a la T1000, the physad ended up gibbering to himself inside a circle of salt with the severed head of his fixer beside a man who had subsisted entirely on his own feces for long enough to grow a beard, they encountered the corpse of a juggernaut, and a seven year old boy displaying the power of cold aura tried to spin them into cocoons and lay eggs in their abdomens (and nearly suceeded). I still have that run. Maybe I'll post it at some point. |
I think that I can safely say we would love to see it.
So please post it up for us, or PM it to the interested parties.
I'll transcribe the notes when I get around to it (no promises, I'm bad about projects) and see what I can do about scanning the maps. I'll probably see if Missions will take it, or possibly TSS. Failing that, I'll just throw it up somewhere and post a link.
So much for single best moment...
Here's on of the Best. Back in the day when we had a 5-year running SR game I was taking my turn as GM and decided that it was high time the party had...a vacation.
Yes cringe in fear, Shadowrunners on Vacation...in Hawaii nonetheless...
Amongst the many Hijinks that ensued was a plan to go on a Deep Sea Shark-fishing expedition (Natch they hook a Megaladon..tale for another time). So being Shadowrunners they take time to go 'Gear up'...ie - Purchasuing wetsuits, fishing gear so on and so forth...this is where it goes downhill. There was an Troll-sized Whaling Harpoon on the wall of the shop...and the team Troll, Cross-bonz by name, was immediately fascinated by the shiny (Yes, before the days of Bioware and Intelligence Boosters...not that he'd have bought it anyway, like being dumb.) toy. When he asked what it was for one of the team-members, deciding to have fun with him, jumped in and explained that it was hunting the rare and dangerous Jeep. So he bought it, walk outside and promptly 'Killed' a Jeep via chucking it completely through the engine block....And so the legendary Hawaiian Jeep-Hunting expeditions began...too much fun and a well-remembered game to boot.
As for the Megaladon story, well can you imagine a bunch of Shadowrunners on vacation, none of their usual gear availible? I think they finally just over-killed it but I can't quite recall, I just remembered blood gibbets for leftovers and Crozz-bonz being very unhappy about the lack of Body. Oh well...
Here's on of the Best. Back in the day when we had a 5-year running SR game I was taking my turn as GM and decided that it was high time the party had...a vacation.
Yes cringe in fear, Shadowrunners on Vacation...in Hawaii nonetheless...
Amongst the many Hijinks that ensued was a plan to go on a Deep Sea Shark-fishing expedition (Natch they hook a Megaladon..tale for another time). So being Shadowrunners they take time to go 'Gear up'...ie - Purchasuing wetsuits, fishing gear so on and so forth...this is where it goes downhill. There was an Troll-sized Whaling Harpoon on the wall of the shop...and the team Troll, Cross-bonz by name, was immediately fascinated by the shiny (Yes, before the days of Bioware and Intelligence Boosters...not that he'd have bought it anyway, like being dumb.) toy. When he asked what it was for one of the team-members, deciding to have fun with him, jumped in and explained that it was hunting the rare and dangerous Jeep. So he bought it, walk outside and promptly 'Killed' a Jeep via chucking it completely through the engine block....And so the legendary Hawaiian Jeep-Hunting expeditions began...too much fun and a well-remembered game to boot.
As for the Megaladon story, well can you imagine a bunch of Shadowrunners on vacation, none of their usual gear availible? I think they finally just over-killed it but I can't quite recall, I just remembered blood gibbets for leftovers and Crozz-bonz being very unhappy about the lack of Body. Oh well...
About 10 years ago the group I was playing with was about to break up due to two of the players moving to another city. We decided to have one last run, and bit off a little more than we could chew.
We were hired to go down to Central America and break a rebel leader out of a Azzie jail. My rigger converted her helicopter to look like an Azzie army Medivac chopper and came in to pick up the team, who had snuck into the jail and sprung the guy. The whole flight in we were praying the military passcodes our decker had obtained were accurate. We made it in, picked up the rest of the team and the rebel leader, and took off for the border.
About 50 miles from the Gulf of Mexico we met up with two Azzie jet fighter aircraft and were trying to talk our way past them over the radio when we had the misfortune of flying over a rebel force, who decided to send a few Surface to Air missiles our way as we were still disguised as an Azzie Medivac chopper.
The two jets dodged the first missiles, but we didn't. We were flying but losing altitude, with everyone swearing at being hit by friendly fire. It was fun watching the Azzie Jet aircraft try to protect us from the rebels. We hadn't told the rebel forces we were attempting this mission as their security was terrible, and even though we were likely about to die we enjoyed the irony of our allies trying to kill us while our enemies tried to protect us.
We kept going while the jet fighters tangled with the rebels. Five minutes later we heard an alert go out on the radio, identifying us as impersonating a medivac helicopter. We knew we only had a few minutes before those fighters caught up with us, so I set the helicopter down in a small clearing, we all jumped out, then my rigger remote piloted the helicopter until the jet fighters caught up with it. As they approached, everyone watched from a distance as the rigger instructed the helicopter's drone pilot to fly the helicopter in to a nearby mountain.
It blew up in a ball of fire, reducing the net worth of my rigger by a million nuyen or so. The wrecked helicopter gave us a head start, but they soon figured out it was empty and sent search teams out to get us. We walked the rest of the way out of the jungle, eventually making it back to civilization with only half the team left dead in the jungle. My rigger was broke, had lost most of her drones and her major source of transportation, and had caught a jungle disease that turned out to be very tough to cure.
I played the character again periodically after my group split up. It took enough runs to get about 150 karma before she was able to fully replace the gear she lost in that one run. While we had many more succesful runs over the years, that one was theone we still talk about.
We were hired to go down to Central America and break a rebel leader out of a Azzie jail. My rigger converted her helicopter to look like an Azzie army Medivac chopper and came in to pick up the team, who had snuck into the jail and sprung the guy. The whole flight in we were praying the military passcodes our decker had obtained were accurate. We made it in, picked up the rest of the team and the rebel leader, and took off for the border.
About 50 miles from the Gulf of Mexico we met up with two Azzie jet fighter aircraft and were trying to talk our way past them over the radio when we had the misfortune of flying over a rebel force, who decided to send a few Surface to Air missiles our way as we were still disguised as an Azzie Medivac chopper.
The two jets dodged the first missiles, but we didn't. We were flying but losing altitude, with everyone swearing at being hit by friendly fire. It was fun watching the Azzie Jet aircraft try to protect us from the rebels. We hadn't told the rebel forces we were attempting this mission as their security was terrible, and even though we were likely about to die we enjoyed the irony of our allies trying to kill us while our enemies tried to protect us.
We kept going while the jet fighters tangled with the rebels. Five minutes later we heard an alert go out on the radio, identifying us as impersonating a medivac helicopter. We knew we only had a few minutes before those fighters caught up with us, so I set the helicopter down in a small clearing, we all jumped out, then my rigger remote piloted the helicopter until the jet fighters caught up with it. As they approached, everyone watched from a distance as the rigger instructed the helicopter's drone pilot to fly the helicopter in to a nearby mountain.
It blew up in a ball of fire, reducing the net worth of my rigger by a million nuyen or so. The wrecked helicopter gave us a head start, but they soon figured out it was empty and sent search teams out to get us. We walked the rest of the way out of the jungle, eventually making it back to civilization with only half the team left dead in the jungle. My rigger was broke, had lost most of her drones and her major source of transportation, and had caught a jungle disease that turned out to be very tough to cure.
I played the character again periodically after my group split up. It took enough runs to get about 150 karma before she was able to fully replace the gear she lost in that one run. While we had many more succesful runs over the years, that one was theone we still talk about.
GMing Metagene, when they break into the infected Lab. Did a pretty good job of describing the eerie atmosphere, the clicking nopises in the air vents, the moans through walls, the viscous texture of each new aberration. Had the entire party so freaked out that they barely noticed that, combat-wise, it's a prety easy part of the adventure.
Then, after they got out and started gettig itches and fevers (a side-effect of wading through the sewer to get there), they all agreed to a suicide pact, thinking they were infected and unwilling to spread contagion around the world. They all blew their brains out, because of a false belief that they were going to mutated and die horrible deaths, or get captured and probed by some megacorp if they went for medical help.
I was half-shocked, half endlessly amused, and gave them karma boonuses for the new characters. They almost made me fit into a drawer when I told them they just had a bad case of rash and disentery, though.
Then, after they got out and started gettig itches and fevers (a side-effect of wading through the sewer to get there), they all agreed to a suicide pact, thinking they were infected and unwilling to spread contagion around the world. They all blew their brains out, because of a false belief that they were going to mutated and die horrible deaths, or get captured and probed by some megacorp if they went for medical help.
I was half-shocked, half endlessly amused, and gave them karma boonuses for the new characters. They almost made me fit into a drawer when I told them they just had a bad case of rash and disentery, though.
wouldnt the biotech skill MAYBE give them some clue? lol, poor SOBs
I was GMing a game with this extremely overconfident player, the kind that pesters you non stop about every single aspect of their character and doesnt let you run the game, because they're too busy telling you the shoe size and color of underwear their character is wearing....and all the cyberware, skills, etc....it was nonstop let me tell you.
so this character is an adept of the SILENT WAY, keep this in mind, and he never has a "bad day", everythings null sweat cuz hes the best, right?
the group was in a bar, i introduced the plot and Jhonson, the rest of the party goes to do some legwork, and he wants to go to his apartment to change, get gear, etc...
"so how do you get there?" i ask
"uh...I'll get a ride with the others."
"no you dont, they left the bar already. and their van is packed. and your new to their group so they dont like/trust you. lemme guess, you dont drive or bike?"
"no. I'll take a cab."
just the moment i was looking for. i had scripted an encounter before hand involving a cab. the first cab any PC gets in will be illegitamate, actually an organ legging delivery capsule.
he gets in. sits down. on a bunch of gamma scop needles. then gets sprayed with a DMSO solution with gamma, and some knockout gas...last thing he sees is the cabbie wearing a gas mask.
extremely lame on my part, but most memorable for sure. man i hated that character. he didnt have to get in. he couldve been paranoid and did some perception checks before getting in the cab (couldve noticed the holes in the seat and the stains all over the ceiling and interior from constant moisture damage)
so the cab drops him off and he wakes up on a surgery table. next to him some Lonestar cop is getting cut up.
his character is an escape artist (not to my surprise, he was a total twink) and i throw him a bone.
"oh, snap. one of the restraints holding you down IS lose!"
so when its his turn to get cup he turns the weapon on the assailant.
he gets free and finds himself in a strange place. with light fixtures hanging everywhere. so get this, SILENT WAY adept boy SHOOTS OUT THE LIGHTS, creating lots of noise for the ghouls to come find him.
yeah, memorable. he could of got out if he stuck to the character he shouldve been roleplaying. Silent way my ass.
so this character is an adept of the SILENT WAY, keep this in mind, and he never has a "bad day", everythings null sweat cuz hes the best, right?
the group was in a bar, i introduced the plot and Jhonson, the rest of the party goes to do some legwork, and he wants to go to his apartment to change, get gear, etc...
"so how do you get there?" i ask
"uh...I'll get a ride with the others."
"no you dont, they left the bar already. and their van is packed. and your new to their group so they dont like/trust you. lemme guess, you dont drive or bike?"
"no. I'll take a cab."
just the moment i was looking for. i had scripted an encounter before hand involving a cab. the first cab any PC gets in will be illegitamate, actually an organ legging delivery capsule.
he gets in. sits down. on a bunch of gamma scop needles. then gets sprayed with a DMSO solution with gamma, and some knockout gas...last thing he sees is the cabbie wearing a gas mask.
extremely lame on my part, but most memorable for sure. man i hated that character. he didnt have to get in. he couldve been paranoid and did some perception checks before getting in the cab (couldve noticed the holes in the seat and the stains all over the ceiling and interior from constant moisture damage)
so the cab drops him off and he wakes up on a surgery table. next to him some Lonestar cop is getting cut up.
his character is an escape artist (not to my surprise, he was a total twink) and i throw him a bone.
"oh, snap. one of the restraints holding you down IS lose!"
so when its his turn to get cup he turns the weapon on the assailant.
he gets free and finds himself in a strange place. with light fixtures hanging everywhere. so get this, SILENT WAY adept boy SHOOTS OUT THE LIGHTS, creating lots of noise for the ghouls to come find him.
yeah, memorable. he could of got out if he stuck to the character he shouldve been roleplaying. Silent way my ass.
| QUOTE (Mensche) |
| extremely lame on my part |
I'll agree, two thumbs up.
| QUOTE (Mensche) |
| he didnt have to get in. |
He didn't have to play either. You gave him little choice and his taking a cab was viable solution.
| QUOTE (Mensche) |
| he couldve been paranoid and did some perception checks before getting in the cab (couldve noticed the holes in the seat and the stains all over the ceiling and interior from constant moisture damage) |
Do you commonly have the players further interrupt your game with constant perception checks, or is this something this player usually did that irritated you? I usually call for a perception check or make a secret one for them.
The rest demonstrates much better what a pain this character/player may have been.
It should have given them some pointers, Aku...I never did state that they were infected, and I did play out how unpleasant it was to walk around covered in waste, and how bad they stank when they returned (i.e, gave them clues.)
But they were so bent on the "I'm infected, these HAVE to be the symptoms, woe is me!" version of the facts...who was I to come crashing down on their delusions?
Just an evil, terribly amused GM....
But they were so bent on the "I'm infected, these HAVE to be the symptoms, woe is me!" version of the facts...who was I to come crashing down on their delusions?
Just an evil, terribly amused GM....
Oh I SO have to use that trick on someone...thats just too good...Organ-Leggers yes...
| QUOTE (BrazilRascal @ Mar 1 2005, 12:25 AM) |
| But they were so bent on the "I'm infected, these HAVE to be the symptoms, woe is me!" version of the facts...who was I to come crashing down on their delusions? Just an evil, terribly amused GM.... |
Dang, weird. My character when he thought he was infected didn't give a drek about infecting the rest of the world. He wanted out and get some medical treatment. Either get himself cured or have people dying in an attempt to have himself cured. hehe... He knew where his priorities are... suicide, gimme a break!
So Im playing my duel .45 pistol toting spell slinging bada** aspected mage and the group is assaulting an apartment building where there are gouls and zombies throughout the whole building (not my fault, I wasn't the GM) I levitate to the roof of the 5 story building with a athletic PC jumping right behind me, double head shot on a zombie (smartlinks on a mage?!?! yes please) and break in. Meanwhile our full mage friend is settign the whole ground floor on fire with fireballs and fire spirits. On the 5th floor, we dont see anyone so we start kicking doors in. My friend kicks a door in,spending his actions and finds a room full of zombies and a bada** mage looking guy. This is the room is where the shameless boss battle ala Contra is suppost to be. Whats a mage to do but throw a deadly lvl Lightning Ball into the room! They cant dodge because the AOE of the spell is the whole room. Everything dies but the big bad mage who is at 9 boxes phy. My friend then shoots the mage in the head. A 2 hour boss battle ruined in 2 minutes. Needless to say jumping out the 5th story window didn't go too well being at 9 boxes of stun. (I hope the entertainment value merits the long post.)
@ Smed
Great story, but where's the payoff? Did the rebel leader you were rescuing make it out okay?
Great story, but where's the payoff? Did the rebel leader you were rescuing make it out okay?
A buddy was playing a Hermetic Mage for the first time. He wanted to summon a small water elemental to ask it questions, so the party all go into the bathroom at the same time. Hermetic Mage fills a small glass with water in order to summon a water elemental.
Our GM decided to have a little bit of fun with the PC - GM decides the Water elemental will come out of the toilet instead.
After summoning, and asking the Water Elemental a few questions, the PC is unsure how to dismiss the elemental - did he just dismiss, or did he need to banish?
So while he started looking it up in the book, the decker said, look it's easy to get rid of the Water Elemental in the toilet - the decker mimes walking up, flushing the toilet, and with his hand, mimics the poor little water elemental doing the swirly down the bowl.
I laughed so hard I had to run to the bathroom to avoid messing up the table as the coke I was drinking sprayed through my nose.
Decker got bonus Karma for the hilarious scene, and another for making a player shoot his drink through his nose.
Our GM decided to have a little bit of fun with the PC - GM decides the Water elemental will come out of the toilet instead.
After summoning, and asking the Water Elemental a few questions, the PC is unsure how to dismiss the elemental - did he just dismiss, or did he need to banish?
So while he started looking it up in the book, the decker said, look it's easy to get rid of the Water Elemental in the toilet - the decker mimes walking up, flushing the toilet, and with his hand, mimics the poor little water elemental doing the swirly down the bowl.
I laughed so hard I had to run to the bathroom to avoid messing up the table as the coke I was drinking sprayed through my nose.
Decker got bonus Karma for the hilarious scene, and another for making a player shoot his drink through his nose.
| QUOTE (Garland) |
| @ Smed Great story, but where's the payoff? Did the rebel leader you were rescuing make it out okay? |
Yep, we got him out, and he became a very lucrative contact for a year or so, until he got assasinated. All in all, the run was a failure, and we would have never taken it except for the OOC reason that the players were disbanding due to people moving. If the GM had pitched the idea to us normally we would have passed, but we decided, what the hell, might as well give it a shot.
| QUOTE (ShadowGhost) |
| flushing the toilet |
Saw that one coming.
| QUOTE (ShadowGhost) |
| bonus Karma for ... making a player shoot his drink through his nose. |
That specific result should be in the rules for awarding Karma. Every time I've seen it happen, it resulted in extra karma.
The entire Harlequin's Back campaign. Every one in the group had a blast and the runners kept getting more and more insane. 
| QUOTE (tisoz) | ||
That specific result should be in the rules for awarding Karma. Every time I've seen it happen, it resulted in extra karma. |
It's happened to me twice, and I caused one player to do the same.
The GM was laughing hardest when I did it to the other player.... right up until the GM realized the mess was on *his* carpet at his place...
Of course, this made the rest of us laugh even harder.... poor Simon (the nasal sprayer at the time) totally lost it and shot the rest of his pop he'd barely managed to hang onto, out his mouth and nose.
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