BUBBLES APPROVES

Can't wait for the next installment. I don't have anything cyberpunky to post as encouragement and thanks, so here's this cute thing.

I will indeed do some storytime, in about 30 minutes or so.

It won't be a lot of Storytime, but it will be Storytime.

That will be a thing that will happen.

>>18648067

I see your BUBBLES APPROVES and raise you a TWO-LEGS!

>>18648107

Hooray!

>>18648067
Goddamn it, Bubbles. Get out of here.

Thanks, actually, I wouldn't've seen it otherwise.

>>18648067

Every goddamn time.

>>18647754
Dude, I've no memory of what possessed me to check out your "Shadowrun Storytime" but I rank it amongst my favorite things ever, up there with Deep Rot and Ozzmar.

You introduced me to the world of Shadowrun and I've enjoyed the Hell out of your storytimes. Thanks so much for sharing, I can only hope that the games I'll be GMing/running soon will be as enjoyable as yours were.

Ah In N Out is fucking up my order

(This is my phone)

Be back ASAP. I want to at least get thru the replacement's intro.

There we go.

You guys ready for some fucking prime time Shadowrun Storytime? Typing it up now.

Incidentally dudes, seriously, comment on this one, otherwise it'll just up and autosage again.

>>18649006

Aye Aye. Looking forward to more storytime.

>>18648509

Inspiring someone to play the game is the highest praise I can ask for. It's great to hear that you're enjoying the thread. Only thing I regret is that people won't see my drawfaggotry at the end of the last thread...

>>18649006

It was a hot July afternoon when Geppetto, Bend, Dervish, and Malcolm McWilliams--the ex-shadowrunner formerly known as TwoDee--received the message from Brianna McReary:

Danny McReary had been admitted to the hospital late the previous night, after a coughing fit ended with him unable to breathe. Upon diagnosis, the problem was revealed as terminal lung cancer, in a very late stage; Danny had long been a chain-smoker, but the lifestyle was finally catching up to him. It was a shock that it was catching up to him this fast, but the doctors thought it was a side-effect of his bioware muddying up his cell structure. Either way, he only had a few months to live.

The team arrived at Danny's hospital room to pay their respects. They were dressed in their best suits as an homage, although 2D wore his flag pin, a mandatory accessory for high-ranking Ares personnel.

It was an awkward meeting, mostly because Danny had been something of a shitty fixer. None of the bullshit that they'd dealt with under, say, Taka, but he'd operated multiple teams out of a bar, and it showed. Not even an office with a bar as a front; he had literally tended the bar while he fixed. He also hadn't done his research on more than one occasion, leading to fiascos like the JetBlack incident and the original Ares run that had kicked off the Two-Times story.

>>18649173

So, the team was understandably tense and uncomfortable as Brianna McReary cried over her dying father, condemned to a hospital room for the last few miserable weeks of his life. Danny himself was extremely profane and ill-tempered, due to the swift nature of his untimely and looming demise, but mostly he was just tired. Very tired.

Geppetto was the one who sprung the question first:

"Who's going to fix for us now?"

Brianna turned to Geppetto as Danny drifted into sleep.

"I will. I'm new to the field, but I've learned from a lot of my uncle's mistakes. That is...if you'll have me."

"Sorry, I'm happily married."

The entire team stared angrily at 2D. Bend commented,

"Sex jokes for the niece of a dying man, 2D? Really?"

"Fuck you guys, I'm making six figures. Besides, Danny loves sex jokes. I'm sure he's laughing in his sleep."

Brianna and the shadowrunners stared 2D down.

"Oof. Okay. Whatever."

Dervish spoke up.

"I, for one, would be happy to have you fix for us, Brianna. We've got a good relationship going, and I'd hate to start from scratch."

Bend nodded.

"Me too. I didn't have any problems with Danny, personally, so you don't need to promise me anything."

Both of them looked expectantly at Geppetto, who shrugged.

"Sure. There are worse fixers."

2D pouted.

"And I'M the insensitive one?"

>>18649173
Okay... it's been a while who was McReary again?

>>18649358

The team's original fixer. He got them everything up to the very first Two-Times job, before Ares took over directly. He's responsible for the team's rise to professionalism, effectively.

Brianna is his niece. The baby from the very first Shadowrun Storytime is now a two-year-old.

>>18649315

The team milled out of the building in their suits, making their ways to their respective vehicles. As 2D hit the clicker on his vanity sports car, he offered,

"Oh, so did you guys hear? I got a third kid on the way! I can tell it's gonna be smart kid."

Dervish cocked an eyebrow as he donned his motorcycle helmet.

"An adopted daughter and a freaky AI that thinks it's a little boy do not count as kids, 2D, even if you're legally their dad."

Geppetto added, opening the door on his sedan,

"Dare I ask how you have come to the conclusion that your child will be smart?"

2D beamed proudly.

"Hacked its wireless node yesterday. It's already developing rudimentary system iconography!"

Bend gagged a little (a frequent occurrence when confronted with 2D) as he opened the side door to Geppetto's sedan. The near-death experience of the Two-Times run had changed him significantly. In a life-reaffirming measure over the team's vacation, Bend had taken up pacifism as a legitimate philosophy, and converted to Buddhism. As a surprise to him, his magic had reacted adversely, a "second Awakening" of sorts. He'd manifested all sorts of weird little powers, and was using the team's break-time to discover them.

Dervish sighed as he revved his engine.

"Fucking technos."

>>18649473
YEEEEESSSS.

GO ON.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18647754/

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>>18649473

WAKEFIELD, WEST YORKSHIRE, UNITED KINGDOM, 2062

It was Dylan Cadbury's twentieth birthday, and he was spending it in a prison cell. He at least had the cell to himself; his cellmate had been a Caribbean man, a Yardie type. He'd pissed off a couple of Yaks and didn't last long. They'd found him in pieces in the prison sewage.

Cadbury was serving life for a string of robberies, culminating with an attempted bank robbery in London in 2042. He had been eighteen then. He'd grown up on the mean streets of Edinburgh, a scottish punk with a head for logistics only constrained by his lack of formal schooling. He'd played to the local chavs, and other disaffected orcs working the Leith district dockside. He'd pulled together a little gang, got them working tight, working professional. He'd handled logistics, just an orc kid with a head full of numbers and a want to hurt some people, to fight back against the big racist bugfuck that was the British government and make some cash on the wayside.

But when he tried the bank job it all fell apart. He'd done all the numbers right, he knew he had. He'd measured out the thermite properly, he'd handled the guns, he knew no one would snitch.

It turned out it was a tip from the costume shop owner he'd bought the clown masks from. Fucking prick. A sterling career as a criminal cut short.

>>18649639

>2042 should read 2062 in the last post, whoops

Dylan had a visitor. His parents were Catholic, and hardworking dockworkers. They'd been heartbroken when they found out what he'd been doing, disowned him. His parents weren't visiting him. So who was?

Dylan decided to humor his visitor, donning his orange jumpsuit and exiting his cell to the escort of armed guards. He snorted, his porcine mouth contorted in an expression of contempt. A guard shoved him with the butt of his gun. Same old, same old.

The man on the other end of the bulletproof glass was Irish, pink and pudgy. He wore an expensive suit, tie, and waiscoat, and his fingers were studded with rings. As Dylan approached, he asked,

"Cadbury? Dylan Cadbury?'

Dylan sat down and looked tiredly out at the mystery man.

"And who may I presume is asking for me?"

"A friend. How'd you like to see the world, Dylan?"

"Did you come all the way from Tir Na Nog to taunt me, Irish? I'm not getting out till hell freezes over. Maybe a little earlier if the Queen takes a fancy to me."

The Irish man scoffed, and produced some paperwork that he pressed against the glass.

"Look, Dylan. Myself and a few...acquaintances...reviewed your...work portfolio and found it to be very, very convincing. We're prepared to pull some strings, organize a parole hearing."

Dylan blinked and pressed a little closer to the glass.

"Bloody 'ell, gimme a look at that. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, those are real. They told me I was going away with no chance of parole."

"They could reconsider if you'd just do one little favor for us, Dylan."

"Name it."

"We need you to wear the mask just a few more times."

>>18649731

>Rather, it should read 2060, god damn. He's been in prison for two years

ATLANTA, GEORGIA, CAS, 2068

Wildcard approached the outside of the Bank of the Confederacy main office, running a hand over his face, feeling absently at where his tusks had once been. What a strange, overgrown thing cosmetics had become. Moreover, if he no longer resembled an orc, would he still self-identify as one? This was a question that Wildcard frequently pondered. He pondered a lot of things, ever since the mob had hired a black surgeon to put a preposterous amount of extra brain tissue into his cranium. Once naturally gifted at mathematics, he was now a machine custom-made for robbery. He handled tactics, logistics, the upkeep and work-arounds for security tech and updated security procedures, mafia politics and safehouses, and hacking. On top of this, he was a backup gunman, and the team's getaway driver, as he operated out of a custom sedan equipped with a mobile terminus nexus. He also had the equivalent knowledge of a master's degree in economics and was fairly good with Renaissance history. That latter bit was especially nice to help him understand just how unique his new mask was: a plaster carnivale mask custom-made by venetian artisans, reinforced with plasteel and all the latest spy tech.

Truly, he was a sophisticate amongst bank robbers. He announced into his subvocal, in his thick Scottish accent,

"Belfast, report in."

"Belfast in position. I'm at the security room now."

What is your address?

I wish to mail my f5 key to your place of residence.

>>18649908

Belfast was Wildcard's right-hand man, an Irish elf who was in a similar contract to Wildcard's. Both of them had a quota to make for the Mafia, and god damn if they weren't going to try to make it.

"Rook, report in."

"Rook reporting in. Drone borers in position in the vault. Setting up the satlink for you to jam the secondary biomonitor signals. You're going to need to run alarms, though, I figured out they switched 'em up. They're a redundant system now, go through the security network."

"Excellent, Rook. No change. Belfast, you'll be going five seconds prior to the established time."

"Roger."

Rook was relatively new. They'd picked him up a job ago, in Richmond. He'd held his own as a demo-expert and rigger, and he wasn't bad as an infiltrator either.

"Sunny, how about you?"

"I'm good. Holding tight in the lobby."

"Alright. I'm coming in. Belfast, you're up in...now."

Sunny was the new guy. An independent contractor they'd picked up in-city, he was as of yet unproven. Wildcard was deeply interested in seeing how he'd perform, which is why he was on crowd control.

>>18649938

Four dragonflies equipped with high-powered torches and di-coated drills settled onto the vault door as Belfast jacked his own satlink into the security nexus. Wildcard hacked it from a few rooms away, disguised as an inconspicuous businessman working in AR, while Belfast went to town on the two surprised security spiders, dropping his invisibility to stunbolt both of them with a flick of his fingers. The elf announced, deadpan, through his own green harlequin mask,

"Bang. Operation is go."

The drones began to circle the vault door, carving out the joints and creating a loose curve to cause it to fall forward into the vault room.

"We're thirty seconds late, Belfast," announced Wildcard. "What's the hold-up?"

"I'm getting a wireless signal! Somewhere nearby. Not an alarm, but someone might be calling the coppers."

"That doesn't make any sense. No civilians where you are, and anyone else would try to hit the silent alarm. Activate your smart jammer and try to find the source. Rook can get the loot."

"I hear you. Belfast out."

>>18650073

"Rook here. I'm in. Jacking in to the banking nexus to download the cred, but you need to run crowd control now. I had to cut off connection between the front terminals and the nexus, so the tellers are gonna catch on real soon. The credsticks are also gonna ring like bells the moment I leave the vault."

Wildcard made eye contact with Sunny from across the lobby, then peered over to the tellers. A few were poking at their AR screens, confused.

"Righto. I'm thinking we kick this up a notch before someone calls in authorities who know what to look for. Sunny, you're up."

Sunny pulled his mask, a simple smiley-face, out of his bag, and donned it. He pulled his submachine gun and fired a single shot in the air, screaming,

"EVERYONE GET ON THE FLOOR!"

This is too easy.

>>18650092

There was general screaming and panic, and as Wildcard donned his own carnivale mask and reached into his duffel bag to retrieve his assault rifle, he reprimanded Sunny.

"Procedure would have been to approach a teller and make them announce it. People respond better to figures of authority. Now help me put down the guards, and I hope to hell that you packed the right rounds."

Both robbers blazed away as they took down the security guards that poured into the room in a barrage of high-velocity assault rifle and submachine gun fire. They concentrated on headshots, as gel rounds were extremely painful but not especially powerful, and headshots increased the chance of blindness, concussion, or unconsciousness. Wildcard announced,

"I apologize for the convenience, ladies and gentlemen, but I merely needed to assure that you all cancel communications and remain noninterruptive elements during this transaction. If you remain calm, you will not personally come to harm."

Wildcard's tacnet registered a man in the crowd pulling a concealed firearm. With a blaze of assault rifle fire, he shattered the man's arm and left him reeling in pain. The crowd screamed and whimpered as he advanced, kicked the man upside the head to get him off the gun, and then picked the gun up and deposited it in the trash can.

"As I was saying."

>>18650092

Oh it's on motherfucker.

>>18650135

>inconvenience, rather than convenience. I am terrible with typos tonight

Belfast called in. Wildcard put his free hand to his ear.

"What is it, Belfast?"

"This is all wrong. The guards are keeping hidden, and they're using personal comms to call in backup. I can't jam all of them. Coppers could show up any time."

"Shit! Who tipped them off that we'd be jamming the silent alarm? Rook, cut and run. Take what you've got. To use the colloquial, we're blowing this popsicle stand."

Sunny and Wildcard split for the bank parking lot as the sirens began to sound in the distance.

Belfast and Rook poured into the parking lot with a set of carrier drones packed down with credsticks and valuables. Sunny's AR whirred as he checked exterior cameras. Rook poured shotgun covering fire back into the bank proper as Belfast approached Wildcard.

"That could have been a real clusterfuck, Wildcard. We ready to go? We don't have much longer, the cops are pouring in the front."

"One thing."

Wildcard drew his Ares Predator, pressed it to the side of Sunny's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Burn his body, we don't want a datatrail. Idiot signed his death warrant when he checked our bounties on his personal commlink. As if I wouldn't hack it."

Belfast's outstretched hands poured fire onto the fallen would-be betrayer as Rook loaded the money into the trunk.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's go!"

With a roar of engines, a black sedan disappeared into the streets, as the cops rushed back to their cars in a panic.

>>18647754

Why is he apologizing?

>>18650258
For Bastardizing the shadowrun lore in the 2007 game.

>>18650208

>RENTON, SEATTLE, AUGUST 12th, 2072

"So it's been a year, Dylan," remarked Luca Valachi, a professional mob fixer, over penne bolognese. "Are you still enjoying your freedom? Thinking of coming back to the mob?"

Wildcard swirled his spaghetti absently with his fork.

"Not especially. I mean, don't get me wrong, you've been bloody good friends to me, and I don't intend to disrespect you and your boys, but I've been wanting to go independent. It feels like the free thing to do, to use your own words."

Luca chewed thoughtfully.

"So you're going Shadowrunner?"

"In essence, yes."

Wildcard stared at his spaghetti, and then began poking at it in quick, purposeful strikes.

"What are you doing to that poor pasta, Dylan?"

"Seeing if I can make a Fibonacci spiral. I'm bored and I filled up on bread."

"You ever regret that?"

Wildcard blinked and looked up at Luca. The surgical scars from his most recent face replacement bulged slightly.

"Do I regret what?"

"The brain tissue thing. Becoming a human computer."

"Not especially. And it's not like I can reverse it."

"Just seems like you've lost a lot of personality since the first few jobs."

"It's been ten years, Luca. People change, Fibonacci spirals in spaghetti or no."

Luca chuckled.

"I've got a tip, Wildcard, if you want it."

>>18650258
He is responsible for a game that most of the shadowrun community has condemned as the worst possible example of shadowrun. Its a plain Team Fortress/ Counterstrike style FPS that reduces shadowrun to a couple of races and a couple of archetypes.

Its fun fast paced console FPSAN if you have no idea what shadowrun is.

On the other hand, old timey shadowrun payers were offended by its existence.

The shadowrun kickstarter is meant to be a bit of a chance of redemtion for him, and they are playing it up for good effect.

2D, it's been a hell of a ride. I'd like to thank you for the entertainment and inspiration you've provided. Give some thought to writing more stories, you've got the knack for it.

I only hope that one day I can be in a game as awesome as yours sounds, TwoDee. My gaming group isn't really all that big on getting into character :(

>>18650303

"Shoot."

Luca took a sip of his wine.

"I know you don't want to work with the mob no more, but there's a girl, an independent fixer loosely affiliated with the Finnigans. She runs non-mob jobs, so no worries there, but she's in with the Irish enough that I can probably pull some strings. Heard she's only got one team left since the last fixer died--most of 'em got poached--but she's got a group of some real pros that are out a hacker. You interested?"

Wilcard smiled and finally took a bite of his spaghetti.

"Of course I'm interested. You're one in a million, Luca." He looked down, disappointed. "Damn it all, I fucked the spiral up."

TACOMA, SEATTLE, AUGUST 15TH, 2072

Brianna didn't want to stay in the bar in Everett. There were too many bad memories associated with it. So, she'd sold it, and used the proceeds and some of Danny's accrued fixing payoffs to buy out a nicer bar. The establishment in question was Basil's Faulty Bar in Tacoma, and she'd bought it from the old fixer running the bar, Abe Heep, so he could retire to a simpler job than fixing; namely, actual bartending and mixology, because that's a thing that bars do. The place had an old-school Irish pub aesthetic, one that appealed to locals as well as runners.

Wildcard couldn't have been happier with the appearance of the bar. How quaint! This would be quite the adventure.

He knocked twice on the upstairs door, and a woman's voice callled,

"Come in!"

Wildcard stepped in to see two elves and an orc sitting in chairs around Brianna McReary's desk.

>>18650459

One elf, an albino in a dark suit, asked,

"So you're the new hacker?"

Wildcard nodded.

"Hacker, driver, backup samurai. I don't do rigging, though."

The elf nodded soberly as the orc stood up. The orc was a massive specimen, taller than Wildcard and bulging with muscle. He wore an American flag bandanna and motorbike leathers.

"Dervish, pleased to meet you. We hear you come with recommendation from the Gianellis."

"That I do. And I'm pleased to meet you boys in turn. You can call me Wildcard."

The other elf, an inconspicuous-looking sort in a grey suit with a prayer bead necklace around his neck, stood up.

"I'm Bend. Recon and B&E. And that's Geppetto. He's our mage. Hope you don't mind working with a fairly black-hat group."

Wildcard frowned.

"Define 'fairly.' "

Geppetto stood with a toothy grin.

"Well, that's me, mostly."

Brianna coughed.

"If you boys wanted to get to know each other better, I've got a milk run lined up."

Dervish waved a hand dismissively.

"No need. We've got our own initiation ready."

Bend blinked.

"I didn't hear about this initiation."

Geppetto pent his fingers with a cruel smile.

"See, about that. We never actually initiated you, either, Bend."

Bend edged up next to Wildcard.

"I swear I have no idea what they're talking about."

Brianna sighed.

"Try not to kill the new hacker or your infiltrator, you two."

Geppetto smiled back, and in a saccharine voice, responded,

"No promises!"

>>18650459
Vanessa from King of Fighters is an Irish fixer.
This is more than acceptable to me.

>>18650500

Wildcard gasped as the bag lifted off his head. He was in a dark room, tied to a folding chair, with no memory of how he'd gotten there. Geppetto sat across from him in a big black lounger, clutching the armrests in classic evil villain fashion. Dervish flanked him, with his arms crossed. Both were only partially lit.

Wildcard groggily turned to his left. Bend was tied to another chair next to him, equally confused. Bend looked at Wildcard with the kind of panic that only not knowing what the fuck is going on can bring.

"Gentlemen," said Dervish, booming loudly, "welcome to the initiation."

"What the fuck..."

Geppetto stood up, his red eyes glinting. His loafer heels clacked as they tapped across the ground.

"You do not get to talk, Wildcard. Not yet. Not until we have BLOWN YOUR GODDAMN MINDS."

Dervish walked behind Wildcard and Bend, and there was a threatening clinking noise before he began to approach them from behind. Bend squirmed, reaching for his concealed knife.

"What are you going to do to us?"

Proceed

>>18650547

"We are going to teach you about...the SYSTEM."

Wildcard's mouth dropped.

"The what."

Dervish reached around both captives, holding a small bottle of vodka in each hand. He pressed each bottle to the lips of a captive.

"Drink, rookies."

Geppetto continued.

"A great man once told me that our consumerist society runs on greed, and on inferior services that we are expected to be thankful for. This man was wise in ways of the world far beyond you. He recognized how people are increasingly marginalized, herded through all stages of our society like cattle, like sheep. They bleat and feed from the trough of mediocrity. It is up to us to be their liberators, no, their saviors."

Wildcard attempted to loose another "what," but was too busy not drowning in vodka. He was already beginning to feel it messing with his brain.

"We are the heroes that the world of Light needs, agents of the exalted Shadows. We will bring peace to our fractured society through a task of great importance."

Bend hiccuped.

"What'sh...whasshatashk?"

Geppetto leaned forward and gripped Bend's shoulders.

"We are going to rob a P.F. Changs in North Tacoma."

>>18650596
>PF Changs

That shit is tight, I'd rob that kitchen every day.

>>18650596
Funnily enough, there's a PF Chang's directly across the street from my campus. I should go sometime.

Oh god

>>18650596

Wildcard burped loudly.

"Thash bullshit."

Geppetto stared down his nose dismissively at Wildcard.

"It's not bullshit, Wildcard. It's revolution."

"Ish a P.F. Changsh."

"And this P.F. Changs will be a victory for our glorious uprising, like the Red Lobster that fell before it. What's more, you and Bend will be our planners."

"But we're drunk."

"I don't see the relevance of such states in respect to the glory of the revolution."

"I can't plan when ahm drunk."

"I have seen a self-professed master criminal fail this test while sober. If you can't do it shitfaced, then you have no place on our team."

"Fahn! Lemmeatum!"

Wildcard attempted to stand, and pitched forward onto his face. With a "YEAAAAAH," Bend followed suit.

Dervish looked at Geppetto.

"Don't you think this is a little mean?"

"I have not watched TV all month. It was this or mind-controlling two hobos into a bumfight for entertainment."

"I'm a little afraid of climbing into a car driven by a drunk man in a clown mask."

"Dervish, that is the smartest thing you've ever said in our career as shadowrunners. Let's lead the man with the clown mask to his car so he can drive us drunk to a mid-price chain restaurant."

>>18650651
I am in pain from laughing, I think I'm going to die now. Goodnight

>>18650687

Aww, you'll miss the good part!

>>18650651

The team sat in the inconspicuous black Hyundai in the Faulty Bar's parking lot, only to find the whole thing done up with safety rigging like out of Nascar. Seatbelts, seatbelts everywhere. To say nothing of the concealed armor plating that was visible from the inside. Wildcard sat in the driver's seat, but didn't even start the engine.

"Um, Wildcard?" Geppetto settled into a seat in the back, and clipped one of the myriad seatbelts. "Why aren't we moving?"

"Not until you put on aaallll the sheetbeltsh," slurred Wildcard. "I wanna drive shafe."

Geppetto dutifully put on the rest of his seatbelts, all 6 of them, and Dervish put on Bend's before doing his own. Geppetto nodded toward Wildcard.

"Okay, we're good. Are you--"

There was an immensely loud "VROOOOOOOM" as Wildcard started the engine. Geppetto paled.

"That doesn't sound like a Hyundai engine."

"Thash cuz it ishn't"

"Define 'isn't.' "

"Acceleration and Shpeed modsh, racing-tier turbochanger...and...uh...nitroush."

Geppetto gulped.

"Holy FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK"

With that, the inconspicuous black Hyundai tore out of the parking lot at triple-digit speed. Dervish yelled,

"THIS WAS SUCH A BAD IDEAAAAAAAAAA"

>>18650789

>>18650789

Approximately 2 minutes into a 15-minute drive, the team pulled to a stop behind the P.F. Chang's.

Geppetto stepped out of the car and promptly vomited blood. Not his own, admittedly.

"Wildcard, you drive like an asshole."

Wildcard hiccuped, coming down a little bit from his drunk.

"I AM an asshole."

Dervish, just a little bit green in the cheeks, asked Wildcard and Bend,

"So, you're in charge. What's the plan?"

Bend offered, still quite tipsy,

"I could totally like rob people and shit."

Dervish nodded.

"Good, good. How are you going to rob people?"

"I'm gonna...steal their stuff while they're distracted by you and Wildcard!"

"Better. And you, Wildcard?"

"I'm gonna run through the front door with you, Dervish, and we're gonna point guns at people and tell them to give us their things and we'll jam outgoing calls. And we'll have Geppetto pretend to be a customer, and he'll seed the customers so they'll give us their money faster."

Dervish nodded.

"He's a smart one, Geppetto."

"Bloody right I am," said Wildcard, donning his carnivale mask. "Let's do this shit."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Me4GR2cze_U

"NOBODY MOVE! EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR!"

Dervish (in a balaclava) and Wildcard swept into the P.F. Changs, knocking over a fake terra cotta soldier to show that they meant business. Geppetto, appearing as a blonde woman with exceptionally large secondary sexual characteristics, swooned and squealed, quasi-patronizingly,

"Oh no! Don't hurt me! Take all my money instead!"

In the back of the restaurant, a lone, big Texan man twitched.

>In the back of the restaurant, a lone, big Texan man twitched.

Oh gosh

>>18650843

The lone star officer stood and began to reach for his sidearm, but Dervish quickly trained his shotgun on him.

"Woah there, big guy. No need to go out a hero."

There was a short pause as Dervish looked over the big Texan.

"No fucking way."

The Texan growled and dropped his hands to his side.

"Do I know you, shitstain?"

Dervish cocked his shotgun and gestured to his cybereyes.

"Oh, you FUCKER."

In an instant, the texan activated his Wired and, against all odds, quickdrew a heavy taser before Dervish could react. More unexpectedly, he aimed like a total champ, plugging Dervish square in the center of the face. Dervish flailed his arms wildly like a spaz and fell through a table, spraying steamed rice and Mongolian Beef everywhere.

Bend briefly stopped picking stunned restaurantgoers' pockets to ask over the comm,

"Uh...was that part of the plan?"

Wildcard fired a warning shot over the cop's head and then advanced on him, assault rifle trained.

"WOAH! One more like that and I pop you right now!"

The cop dropped the taser and put his hands up.

"No worries, that was all I wanted to do."

Sirens sounded outside the front of the restaurant.

"Wow, sirens already? It's like someone hit the silent alarm."

Wildcard reached for the cop's belt and grasped a pair of handcuffs, before slapping one end around the cop's wrist.

"Sass like that, you get to be an accomplice."

The cop blinked.

"What?"

>>18650897
>"Sass like that, you get to be an accomplice."

All of my yes

MOAR!!!!"

>>18650897

"You assholes. You incredible assholes. This is the most demeaning thing-"

"Oh, can it, old-timer."

Dervish and Wildcard took cover from the SWAT team behind the front counter of the P.F. Changs. The police officer was handcuffed to the front of the counter, functioning as an involuntary human shield. The SWAT team's laser sights danced across his burly body as they tried to find a free shot, causing him to squirm and just compound his own problem.

Bend commented over the comm, from by the car,

"Uh, guys. The route to the car is still clear. If you can, you know, make it without being shot and all that."

Wildcard glared at Dervish through his mask, hunkering up with his back against the counter.

"You incredible asshole, how'd you let him get you?"

"I am just as disappointed as you are."

"Hang tight, I've got an idea."

>>18650978

Wildcard pointed his gun at Geppetto.

"YOU! BLONDE LADY! GET YOUR SHAPELY ARSE OVER HERE!"

Geppetto melodramatically gulped and began doing his best bimbo-walk towards the counter. When he'd gotten close enough, Wildcard slipped behind him, put an arm around his waist, and stuck his Predator to Geppetto's head.

"LOOK, COPPERS. I MAKE IT OUT, THIS WOMAN GOES FREE. I'VE GOT ENOUGH WIRES IN ME TO TWEAK LIKE A WALLABY ON SPEED; I WILL PULL THE TRIGGER BEFORE YOU CAN PUT ME DOWN."

Geppetto screeched,

"OH NOOOO! STAY BACK! HE'LL KILL MEEEEE!"

The cop handcuffed to the counter wore a face of the utmost disdain.

"Really? You're doing the mage thing again?"

Dervish shrugged. "Not my idea."

Wildcard, "hostage" in tow, tilted over a few tables to give Dervish soft cover to escape.

"Alright! We'll be leaving nice and peacefully. Nice and-"

With a "PHOONK," Dervish launched an underbarrel flashbang right into the SWAT team. Wildcard dropped Geppetto and broke into a run.

"FOOKIN' LEG IT!"

Posting an old write up.
I played an alcoholic pixie named Tier Macdonahue. He couldn't cast spells unless he was drunk, had a kilt and thick Scottish accent. He was amazing. This one time he tried to steal a submarine, but he didn't know how to drive it. He was being chased by police, so he hired a shadowruner to hack the sub and pilot it remotely. He knew this was a bad idea, but he was desperate. Turns out, yeah, the air stopped flowing and the sub stopped moving. Fortunately, he rolled a godlike roll on crafting a bathysphere, found some torpedoes, (being careful to check what kind, turns out some where nuclear, glad I didn't open those up) filled the chamber with the all the torpedoes with pure oxygen, got into the bathysphere, made a quick prayer, and cast fireball directed outside of the bathysphere. The back of the sub exploded and the sphere rocketed out because of pressure. Funnily enough, right at this moment the other shadowruners who didn't want to go through with this crazy plan where diving down to the sub. Not to save him, but because they where hired to get the sub back (being payed to find something that YOU STOLE is pure shadowrun) anyway, I rocket past them, and they're quite annoyed that i blew up the sub. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I got to the surface, sang an irish (I kept forgetting if I was Irish or Scottish, I'm an amarifag who can't really understand the difference) drinking song.

>>18650996
Then I noticed the helicopter my friends had taken. I was out of range for any mind affecting spell, but I could summon a astral buddy to do it for me. So he did, and I get the pilot to grab onto the bathosphyre with a hook. I hear some clanging and notice a teammate clinging to the hull. I say hello, and she pins me to the ground. We both spend edge on out initiative (because I can tell the player is going to kill me for this) and we tie. We also have the same dex. the dm says "odds or even" I say odds, I always say odds. He rolls, and, you guessed it, odds. After I, in real life, make a quick trip to the ground on my knees shouting "YES" I dominate the teammate and levitate the other member up. Once we're in the heli, I give her some laes ciggeretes. They blank your memery, so now she doesn't even remember the wet work she did that got us on the run in the first place. She's unconscious, and we're flying home. As I stare into the sunset off the helicopter door, I say "this was a good day..." and at that exact moment: the nuclear torpedoes go off. Bit of a belayed ignition I suppose. We get drenched with radioactive water, the helicopter doesn't go down (thank god) and then we begin our quest to be cured of severe radiation poisoning.

>>18650897
Where is this cop from? I can't quite remember him.

>>18651004
>>18650996
Woah, there. Break those posts up a bit. Right now it's a nigh-unreadable wall of text. Multiple paragraphs, please.

>>18650983

The team sprinted into the car under heavy fire from the SWAT team. A few stray shots pinged off the back of the car as the team began working on the buckles.

Geppetto: "Fucking DRIVE, Wildcard!"

Wildcard: "Not until you buckle up!"

Bend: "Aw man, this is gonna SUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doEwWzMz99A

The car took off towards the freeway at top speed down the opposite lane of traffic. The Knight Errant SWAT team disappeared into the distance behind them, but two police interceptors pulled in behind the car.

"Oh, you wanna play, coppers?"

Dodging wildly around oncoming traffic, Wildcard drove up the wrong freeway entrance, before ramping a center divider to get to the right side of the rode. One of the interceptors followed, only to get T-boned by an incoming truck.

Pulling onto the shoulder, Wildcard gunned it up to well over two hundred miles an hour, putting everything else on the freeway to shame and kicking up an unholy amount of gravel. The rest of the team's gums flapped as they tried to sit up straight, but another interceptor pulled in ahead.

"Hold the fuck on!"

Wildcard slammed the wheel to the left, literally spinning the car like a top across multiple lanes to avoid the interceptor. The interceptor cut across the same lanes and skidded against the divider in the center, before righting itself behind Wildcard's hyundai.

"Time to really pull out all the stops."

Geppetto screamed,

"YOU MEAN YOU WEREN'T PULLING THEM ALL OUT TO BEGIN WITH!?"

>>18651031

The whole initiation, from recycling 2D's "revolution" speech to robbing a chain restaurant to the texan cop, is a retread of the run that Trout got gunned down on, way back in Storytime 2.

>>18651053

"O'COURSE NOT! YOU TAKE ME FOR AN AMATEUR!?"

With that, Wildcard punched the red button labeled "NOS."

The entire team's screams were drowned out by the roar of engines as they neared three hundred miles per hour. Wildcard began dodging speeding cars as if they were stationery objects, activating his Wired reflexes and schizophrenically drifting back and forth in short, controlled bursts of steering.

As Wildcard neared the next exit, he swiftly threw the car into a spin, slammed the gear into reverse, and then began driving in reverse at top speed down the freeway exit. Geppetto screeched,

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

Wildcard didn't answer, and instead pulled off the freeway in reverse only to immediately slam back into forward and merge illegally across lanes into a street that he had no business merging into, almost immediately after exiting the freeway. Slowing to normal speeds, Wildcard pulled into a nearby parking garage, and circled his way to the top. Without a beat, he undid his seatbelts, stepped out of the car, and began running over the rear of the car with a tag eraser, plucking off RFID tags and trackers before tossing them into the beds of passing pickup trucks.

Somewhat belatedly, Dervish screamed,

"WOOOOOOOOOO!"

>>18651097
I remember all that stuff and drew all the parallels. I just forgot the detail about the fat Lone Star. Carry on.

>>18651097

Wildcard leaned toward the car and looked at the sack that Bend was carrying.

"So what's the haul?"

Bend peeked into the bag.

"Uh, three necklaces, five wallets, eight credsticks, and a designer watch."

"I'd imagine that's about enough to get the bulletholes out of the rear of my car."

Dervish smiled.

"I guess that makes this a successful run."

Wildcard opened Geppetto's door, leaning over him.

"So? Do I get the job?"

Geppetto tactfully responded,

"BLUHUEHAAARGLARBL"

"AUGH! MY PANTS!"

>SHADOWRUN STORYTIME 10: END

>>18651053

>misspelled "road" as "rode"

Dammit I need to go to bed

that felt good man

that felt real good

please tell me there is an archive somewhere with 1-9.

>>18651139

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=shadowrun+storytime

WHAM.

If you can't find #3, it's mentioned in the first post of #4.

And then I was 50 pages into the core book

And then I planned out the perfect start to my own shadowrun game, thus potentially ending a month long period of GM's block.

>>18651291
And then your players will ruin it

>>18649473

>I can tell it's gonna be smart kid should read I can tell it's gonna be A smart kid

>>18649315

>dying father should read dying uncle

Fuck my typos.

>>18651234
>>18651291

Be aware that Shadowrun is very different to run from other games, at least if you're playing it straight. Also, the core book is kinda crappy in some places. I find that priority or karmagen (for speed or in-depth, respectively) work a lot better than BP as a build system.

>>18651315
Which is why I'll start off with them wearing explosive tags put on them to enforce loyalty to their captor. Fucking that up is either good or amusing, depending on what kind of fuck up it is.

>>18651360
Alright, thanks, I'll need to look at the rules more anyway.

>>18650135

>insure rather than assure

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

I won't read the threads as I'm on shitty phone, but I just want to say you've made my day. Just knowing that there is new storytime makes me very gay.

>>18651403

>>18651432
Shit's confirmed. I'm gay for TwoDee. Awesome story, awesome writing, awesome character who transports stuff.

>>18652067
As a note, I drew this prior to Storytime 8, so I hadn't actually seen the official arts. I figured a bomber jacket would fit on 2D's avatar.

>>18651122
Well, that was fairly hilarious.

Why do I suspect that 2D is going to get his hands on the Knight Errant/Lone Star official reports of the incident and die laughing, then call up Gepetto and tell him that was awesome?

If only there was more.

I just realized.... I must make a Shadowrun character

>>18652067

Dude! That's badass!

2D's avatar actually changed fairly frequently over the campaign. The only constant was the bomb head. One incarnation did, in fact, have a bomber jacket.

>saving that pic like the fist of the north star

>>18652229

I am honored to have someone be gay for me. I myself am gay for Ron Perlman, for reasons that I can't quite explain.

>>18655315
Are you Lothar Hex, by chance?

>>18655460

I'm not much of a 40k player. Am I missing a reference?

>>18655490
...SORT of 40k...

>>18655605

It's basically like that.

Except it's comparatively easier for my girlfriend to distract me (Ron has to share his space with Hugo Weaving and a few others), and we're not sonic recolors.

TwoDee, another anon who will be getting to play SR because of your threads here. (I've posted in previous threads, but figured you'd like to know about that new development.)

>>18655747

Sweet! That's great to hear, dude! I'm assuming SR4?

I'm actually pretty psyched about the 2050 reboot for SR4. I like the Post-Cyberpunk feel of SR4 Core, but I think it'll be interesting to go back to the cyberpunk roots.

TwoDee
TwoDee I love you
Have my KROMAR SON OF MAN-babies
Please

>>18657352

I'm not having kids until I have a steady income from a successful career in the arts.

So it, uh, it may be a while.

>>18657700

As of this moment, I don't know; the three characters I've played to any serious extent were a gunad, a techno, and a mundane hacker/driver/gunman. I'm decent with the Matrix rules, though!

I'm thinking of playing an AI (awakened worm / virus) - has anyone done anything similar before?

>>18659461

Yeah, there are rules for playing an AI in Runner's Companion.

>>18659461

There are rules for them...they are utterly terrible.

>>18662424

Thread on the topic.

>>18663187
Yeah; I was more wondering if anyone has done anything interesting with it.

Rootkit and Code Flux (Unwired, given BP quality costs in RC) seem pretty awesome for general floating about the matrix, and I was thinking of getting an Evo Orderly / similar model; Shiawase Medbot. Something humanoid anthroform, rather than a walking chair ... then tricking it out with improved economy, turbo-charger, LTA, and asking if I can put cyberware in the legs / arms. (mechanical arms can already, with gm approval)
Skimmer discs, at least. It'd be fun. Expensive once you factor in the matrix software, but fun.

There's a holowear jumpsuit in attitude, too - allows the projection of holograms anywhere within 5m of the wearer. RPC with that could be amusing.

>>18663231
>they are utterly terrible
How so?

>>18663620

You basically pay more for less than what a character could get with some cash. Meatbags can get higher mental stats and MORE Matrix Init Passes than you, much cheaper firewalls and systems and are not 110 build points down for it.

>>18663804
They also have to worry about stun damage, IC / Black IC, toxins, disease, sleeping, energy drain, etc.
And for 10bp, you can slot autosofts.

>>18663845

That's very nice but the meatbag will still hack better than the AI, for less. He will also be smarter, better at math and capable of affecting reality on his own. He also will have less upkeep. Meatbags don't loose effectiveness if they don't have a high lifestyle.

>>18663953
AIs can take inherent programs up to a rating of twice their node's System. ie; (10 + (log / 2)) * 2

>Meatbags don't loose effectiveness if they don't have a high lifestyle
Yeah they do. You just dgaf about simulating it in game. Anyways. Lifestyle problems? It's called Perfect Roommate: guy with a trust-fund. Or two.

Oh TwoDee you are a gentleman and a scholar. I have loved Shadowrun Storytime very much!

I'd like to bump this thread.

Here're some Matrix Rules that actually work:

http://tgdmb.com/viewtopic.php?t=48836

But the AI rules you'd have to invent whole cloth. With how shitty RC was (among other things), the author pretty much washed his hands of writing anything for Shadowrun.

>>18665249

Well, that, and Frank was just too much of an asshole to everyone. I mean, he was never nice to begin with, but most pople put up with it because he really knew his math. At some point though that just didn't cut it anymore.

For the record, I think he was right on the money with the problem of brain hacking etc.

Another new Shadowrun player here. I've had some interest for a time, but these threads have acted as a great primer. Fucking amazing stories, TwoDee.

I'm currently playing my first game, just me and another guy. I built a dumb character whose probably going to die horribly, but it seems to me that that's part of the fun.

Technomancer with a custom built 70,000 Nuyen mech, plus droneswarm. And the pilot is an MMO junkie who is probably going to forget he isn't playing a tactical FPS in most combats. I can't say this wasn't influenced by TwoDee, but I'm hoping the execution will be rather different. And eventually, he'll work out the difference between games and life.

Any advice on surviving, and/or dying in amazing ways?

>>18663804
>>18663953

Part of the problem is that Shadowrun basically taxes for rarity. It's a clever method of avoiding weeaboo special snowflake bullshit, but then SURGE exists so if someone wants to play a snowflake they can just have a work around.

As an example, orcs are by far the most optimal metatype, at least more so than elves, given their inherent bonuses to Strength and Body and the fact that their mental cap is negligibly lower than that of the other races. However, they're notably CHEAPER than elves, dwarves, and trolls, and I imagine that this has a lot to do with their ubiquity in the setting. This would also explain why it's cheaper to build an oni with SURGE out of an orc than actually playing the metavariant, and why Drakes are fantastically bad compared to their high cost, when in the fluff they make up a tiny, tiny percent of the populace.

>>18665600

Five words:

Poor Self Control: Combat Monster

It's a 10 BP negative quality out of Runner's Companion. Basically, you have to perform a composure check to break away from a combat without winning. Typically, it's supposed to be fluffed as your character losing his shit and turning into a psychopath in a fight a la Revy from Black Lagoon (forgive the anime ref) but you could totally have it be that, in the stress of combat, your rigger forgets that he's not actually playing a game, and if he doesn't win this Multiplayer Deathmatch, he ACTUALLY DIES.

bumping best thread on /tg/

>>18667016

2D speaks the truth. I've played a drake, an AI, and a free spirit, and they all kinda suck terribly bad. Free Spirits not as much due to Being Fucking Spirits, but AIs and Drake characters are just terrible.

Mind, the main reason Drakes are terrible is because they can't even use 'trode nets while in drake form, which means they are completely cut off from their allies 90% of the time, plus don't get to benefit from any sort of team-based software.

>>18667108

Very late reply, but awesome idea. Thanks man!

If it goes down in a sufficiently awesome/hilarious way, I'll be sure to tell /tg/.

>>18670836

Do indeed let us know! I always dig hearing about other people's games.

In other news, I may have time for Shadowrun Storytime tonight. We'll see; the girlfriend wants to do something tonight and I also have to pick up groceries.

I also won't have time to prepare it in advance, but we saw how that screwed Storytime 9.

>>18670984
I'm looking forward to reading all about it...

Tomorrow morning. Seriously, you've stolen too much sleep already, with your storytiming.

>>18671057

You know you love it.

Next story has Dervish making a silly face!

AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE CONTEXT

>>18671092

Until you...read the thread. That is.

>>18671092
>You know you love it.
I already came out of the TwoDee closet upthread. However, I still have to sometimes act like I'm a responsible adult.

>>18671126
Oh, and have a good 'un.

>>18663578
/tg/ is bad at games. Check dumpshock if you want to make an AI that doesn't suck.

I have a question, Mr. TwoDee. Dervish loses his Iron AmeriOrc suit after getting roofied at the bar in Lagos, right? What ever happened to the suit? Did it just disappear? Did he pick it up on the way out?

>no co-op
fuck shadowrun returns

MUTHAFUCKIN HELL YEAH! STORYTIME!!

>>18672193

He did in fact pick it up on the way out. It was just being kept in a storage room next to his old cell, hence how he was able to grab it then rendezvous with the van.

>>18672206
>Every game needs multiplayer or it's shit.

>>18672307
Thank you! Also welcome back!

These Shadowrun threads are some of the best shit on /tg/ I've seen in months.

DRAWFAGS! HOW HAVE YOU NOT GIVEN US A PICTURE OF AMERIKA-SAN YET!

YOUR PATRIOTISM IS LACKING AND WITHOUT HONOR

>>18672608

This may disappoint you guys, but I am too busy rapping about Shadowrun with a viking dude to work on Storytime right now. I deemed the Flyting thread an extremely valuable waste of time and now I've been sucked in.

Urge to recreate Too Human characters in SR ... rising.

>>18673172
thinking about drawing Amerika-san makes me shudder in utter fear.

i'll see what I can do, results maybe in in next storytime thread.

>>18673179
BUBBLES DEMANDS ADDITIONAL TALE-TELLING, SHADOWMEATS.