Played in a group once. I was a Elf Hacker with a bend for the Otaku culture, but thats a different story altogether.
I'm going to tell you about, the Troll.
Not to say he was a troll in the internet sense, but I can't remember his name, only his deeds.
We had burnt down a mansion in an attempt to assassinate a mob boss. Good news, it worked, bad news, burning mansions are fucking obvious. I swindled my way past some Lone Star patrols till they caught wise, and gave chase. During that chase, our down to earth, tough as nails, human PI Type popped out of the trunk of our sedan and unloaded some .44 into the patrol car behind us.
We weaved our way through the city, cursing, shouting, and shooting our way to supposed safety. The Troll was riding passenger, not really contributing.
We ditched the car and ran into an alley. Suddenly, one of those annoying Police Helicopter types shows up. We make to book it, but the Troll holds up his hand, and tells us to stop. He walks calmly up to the trunk of the car, and pulls out the Vogeljaeger AA Missile Launcher.
He aims, exhales, and pulls the trigger.
He critically glitched, the weapon malfunctioned, and the missle fell out of the rear end of the weapon with a resounding clank to everyone in the alley, i.e. moi and the PI.