For the love of fuck I hope this worked, I'm trying to defeat the completely arbitrary autosage that has killed my last two attempts at storytiming.Gonna repost my standard clarifications here before I get started.>So, I'm reposting the big chunk of Storytime 12 that got lost because it wasn't worth archiving the amount of content that I put out. So if you've seen this already, bear with me. I've got the time, so I can keep posting for at least two or three hours.>As per usual, all of the past threads except 3 are here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=shadowrun+storytime>Also, as I always remind people, Shadowrun Storytime functions as a Shadowrun General as well. Feel free to discuss the system and setting here because lord knows aside from the slowpoke "hey have you heard about the kickstarter" threads no one ever talks about Shadowrun here.>Now, back to the story!
>>18990237The go-ganger collapsed, gurgling, to the floor of the alleyway. Blood ran in thin streams over the collar of her leather jacket, escapees from Geppetto’s searching fangs. Surveying the deep gouges on her neck as he produced his handkerchief to wipe his pale, colorless lips, the banshee figured that she’d probably live. Probably. The wound certainly wasn’t fatal on its own, but that wasn’t how a banshee killed. She’d live in body, and then only for so long. She’d probably show up under a bus in a few months, another unfortunate victim of hopelessness and societal stagnation.“What a senseless waste of human life,” commented Geppetto, with more referential humor than legitimate concern, as he used the heel of his loafer to nudge his victim further into the debris of the alleyway before returning to the streets near his apartment, picking up his briefcase again and continuing his walk home.Geppetto was in a good place. He’d used the proceeds from the bank job to buy a nice apartment in the mob neighborhood in Tacoma, near to Wildcard’s place. He had a nice trid subscription, comfortable furniture, and tasteful decorations. Home was now a nice place to return to after feeding or working, rather than a necessity. And boy, did it feel great to stroll through his doorway into a room with proper air-conditioning.“Apartment. Climate-control on. Let’s get a dry sixty-two degrees.”“Can do, Geppetto,” announced Geppetto’s blender. “Do you want to play?”“No thanks, I’ve got a little stuff to catch up on,” commented Geppetto. “But thanks.”After about five seconds, Geppetto remembered that his blender couldn’t talk.
>>18990247"Wait, what the fuck?"Geppetto spun around to find the entirety of his kitchen appliances arrayed in a little battalion on the counter. Considering that he was naturally a hemovore, he'd never had much use for a blender or a toaster. However, despite his recent inexperience with such devices, he was pretty sure that they weren't supposed to be marching towards him a la "Toy Story" with unknown intent."Uncle Geppetto looks scared," announced the microwave. "What should we do?""Hugs!" The egg-beater spun its whisks, beginning to chant. "Hugs!"As the appliances began to pick up their pace, Geppetto began slowly backing out of the room. There was a disconcerting whining from above him. Geppetto looked up to see his blender sitting atop the fridge, blades whirling freely. Time seemed to move in slo-mo as it jumped for him."HUUUUUUGS!"Geppetto had murdered someone in an alleyway not 15 minutes ago, and this was still something he was not prepared to deal with. After briefly considering its options, his lizard brain opted for "flight.""AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
>>18990265Geppetto stumbled into his living room, knocking over his couch on the way in. He screamed to his home node,"Home CHN! HOME CHN! Close the kitchen door! CLOSE THE KITCHEN DOOR!"The house did not comply. As Geppetto's reading lamp hopped over the fallen couch, nudging against the vampire's tailcoats, it mournfully asked,"Don't you like hugs, uncle Geppetto?"The whine returned as the blender hopped out of the kitchen with its buddies food processor and vacuum cleaner. Falling into an awkward roll over the ruins of the couch, Geppetto continued sprinting towards his bedroom, only to find that the adjacent bathroom's showerhead had somehow become ambulatory and was busy crawling across his bedspread, acting like an explorer on an umbilicus. It cried, surprised,"We've been discovered! Cheese it, boys!"As Geppetto saw his entire supply of disposable commlinks and his electric toothbrush flee from under his bed to the undersides of his other furniture, he began to babble freely, no longer capable of producing coherent responses to the madness that was once his unobtrusive urban apartment.
Posting in win thread, let's avoid the autosage.
>>18990281In a final bid of desperation, Geppetto threw himself bodily into his closet and slammed the door shut. A few flashlights milled around his feet, nuzzling against his ankles, but none were capable of doing the damage of, say, a blender. This worked. This was fine. Geppetto had a call to make."Ares Seattle Personnel. Who are you looking for?""Security Director McWilliams. Make it snappy.""May I ask who's calling, sir?""Just connect me to him."A short pause later, and 2D's nasal tones resounded over Geppetto's commlink."Oh. Hey. Um, hi, Geppetto. You're probably wondering--""WHY ARE THERE SPRITES IN MY APARTMENT.""--you're wondering--""WHY ARE THERE SPRITES IN MY APARTMENT TWODEE.""--wondering why--""I WANT THEM TO GO AWAY TWODEE.""--why--""I HEAR SLAMS ON THE DOOR TWODEE, I THINK MY MINI-FRIDGE IS TRYING TO BREAK IN."There was a brief pause, and then Geppetto's home CHN announced, in 2D's voice,"Okay, kids. Show's over. Everyone back to your places."Geppetto's apartment filled with the resounding "awwwww" of a flock of children scorned.
Thanks for reposting, I'd missed the part 12 stuff.
>>18990322"Explain.""Well, I was telling you that--""NOOOOOOWWWWWW.""...Okay. You cool now?"Geppetto sighed and slumped down against the back wall of his closet. The handle jiggled a little and then the door teetered open, giving Geppetto a clear view of all of his appliances carefully returning to their respective places, now in full Toy Story mode."Okay. Yeah. I'm done. Why have you ruined the subtle balance of calm and tranquility that is my life, 2D?""Well, I'm not allowed to keep sprites on the building server anymore.""If they got up to this shit, 2D, I can understand why.""Well, actually, they found the launch codes.""What.""You know. The big ones.""What the actual fuck, 2D.""Yeah. On the 4th of July I had to stop them from accidentally nuking the complex during the fireworks display. Incidentally, you can thank me for saving Seattle from nuclear Armageddon anytime. Point being until they can understand real-world consequences I'm letting them gestate in an environment with less of said consequences."Geppetto growled between his teeth."Namely, my house.""Well, yeah. I couldn't use just ANYONE's house. That would be unprofessional."Geppetto's cry of rage was so intense that his electric shaving razor fell over and then hid in the sink."Give me one good reason that I shouldn't just sell this apartment and then proceed to dedicate the rest of my shadowrunning career to ruining your life, 2D.""Well, for one, I can pay off, like, half your rent.""...that is a very good reason."And that was how Geppetto's apartment got the "sprite magnet" quality.
>>18990354The mil-spec suit felt right. Dervish had recently had it upgraded at the Ares facility. The hydraulics were improved, the whole thing was lined with anti-thermal metamaterials, and to top it all off, they added new ports for his more exotic blade locations. Truly, Ares was a discriminating force in the world of power armor. It also helped having the team's old hacker in a cushy position in the company. Man, Dervish was so happy to have 2D working Ares these days. It just made everyone on the team's lives easier.As Dervish jetted over a low, crumbling section of the Redmond wall, flying at low altitude over the rubble and dirt of the Barrens, he received a text from Jose Rodriguez, his surrogate father/sensei.>hey son, problems at home. im probly gonna head out on the ol horse cart for a little while. you go ahead and see for yourself
>Dat opening pic>And that was how Geppetto's apartment got the "sprite magnet" quality.>It's good that you're back, TwoDee
>My face when Shadowrun Storytime 12
>>18990388With a shrug, Dervish continued home, knocking over the crappy hingeless plank that functioned as his door. He noticed that, weirdly, a lot of the booby traps had been set off but there were no obvious bodies. And these booby traps would leave bodies, or he wasn't looking at a shotgun duct-taped to a wall.All was answered when he turned the corner to find a high-force nuclear spirit sitting on his dilapidated couch, absently hucking body parts at a wall with its telekinesis. It turned its featureless, blinding white face to him."So, um."The nuclear spirit remained silent."Are those gangers?""Yes.""Are you painting my wall?""I like the squish noise."The spirit gestured at a mangled corpse, which promptly hovered into the air and then rocketed at high speed into the opposite wall. The nuclear spirit giggled."How long are you planning on doing that?""Until I run out of bodies. You count as 'bodies,' by the way."Dervish surveyed the pile of bodies behind the couch. The spirit probably had a couple more throws' worth."Okay. I'm...I'm gonna go.""Don't let me stop you."As Dervish awkwardly exited out of the broken-down building again, he saw his old, blind, tattooed master pass by on a wooden cart filled with weapons, drawn by a three-legged horse."You down for a road trip, son?""Yeah. Dad, I think I really need a job.""It's the economy, son. Fucks all of us in the end. Ho, Lucky! Yah!"
We were playing a shadowrun game at my game group. In chasing a cat with a biological weapon within it, they ran through a future-meth lab. There was noticeable vapors in the air. Right as Murphy, our big bruiser broke through a wall and started smashing things up, a decision is made.Her: "I light up a cigar".Me: "Are you sure? I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't do that when people are aiming at you with guns."Her: "No, I light up a cigar."Rest of group, some inside the building: "NOOO"Me: "You light up the cigar. All your enemies are destroyed by an explosion which does 20 impact damage to them! Sad thing is, you and everyone else inside gets 20 impact damage as well, and you and Mortecai (the face) are now dead.We decided to do a rewind. That was our only rewind.
>>18990428Whoops, thought this was generally "Tell your stories, /tg/!"Sorry 'bout that! Carry on!
YESYESSHADOWRUN STORYTIME(i love you 2d)
>>18990424"How you holding up, Dylan?"Wildcard shrugged. He was sitting in a torn-up armchair in the lobby of an old medical clinic in Redmond, sharing tea with his street doc. Ancients signs were everywhere. Doctor Julia Greene was paid up with them, and they certainly kept the riff-raff out of the block."As well as can be expected, I guess. The runnin' business is weird."Greene was a stern, hawkish-looking woman. If she were a decade older, she would resemble the villainous matron from some Victorian orphan tale. As it were, she simply looked like the slightly more youthful version of said villainous matron. Ah, distinctions."Am I gonna be seeing you for cyberblades and more Wired anytime soon? Whenever I get runners in it's all they ask for."Wildcard chuckled and sipped his iced tea, briefly propping his mask up to avoid spilling on it."With any luck, no. Funny, though, I got a partner who'd be right up your alley.""Well, runners aren't normally my type, Wildcard," said Greene, with a thin smile, as she looked at the bizarre foot traffic of gangers, beggars, and criminals that passed down the block, "although if his money's good I'll take as much as he's willing to give.""I could forward you his number, but that'd be redundant," commented Wildcard. Greene cocked an eyebrow."Oh?""Because the idiot just went by in his red, white and blue power armor on a horse-drawn carriage. OY! BIGGUN! OVER HERE!"* * * * * * * * * * *
>>18990439These threads usually turn into Shadowrun generals when 2D has done his storytime, you're welcome to put up your own story after this
>>18990500Nothing I have is terribly interesting, except possibly the story I have about cats.Regardless, I'll wait it out.
>at least 7 minutes since last post>TwoDee got banned again didn't he
Alright, hit the end of my notes. Typing now.>>18990439Shadowrun Storytime doubles as Shadowrun General. If you've still got stories to tell after I've hit my limit, they're always a fun addition! Used to have another guy name of "dorfboots" in here who would pick up after my storytimes, dunno where he is now.>>18990398Thanks. It feels good to be back. I've actually been trying to post this all week, I just didn't know that autosagey trick thing so the thread would always die in about a half an hour. Evidently "Shadowrun Storytime" is on the autosage trigger or something.>>18990469It did not take Dervish long to want to get more ware. Namely, he heard Wildcard utter the words, "friend," "trust," and "discount," and promptly begged to go under the knife, since he'd been looking for someone who would do upgrades to his highly-illegal ultradense bone structure and reaction enhancers FOREVER. A little flensing to tune up his orthoskin also couldn't hurt.
>>18990560Not yet, luckily. I'm just typing manually rather than copypasting now, so it'll take me about 10-15 minutes per post.>>18990580Greene had been skeptical until she saw the amount of money Dervish was flaunting (literally the rest of his share from the last run AND the run before that) and then invited him to the operating table. As she was working on the bones of his cranium, cutting down into the bone to fit in the mesh inserts that would eventually harden and strengthen the skull, she found a minor problem, and called Wildcard over."First, Wildcard, your friend here is costing me a fortune in anesthetics. He keeps coming awake again. You didn't tell me this bastard had metabolic enhancers. He's like a metahuman goddamn weapon!"Dervish groaned and reached absently for the hole in his skull, prompting Greene to slam another syringe of morphine into his arm. Its four brothers and sisters lay in the hazardous waste bin to the side."Yeah, Dervish is like that," said Wildcard, with a shrug. "What's the second?"
>>18990591Greene handed Wildcard a petri dish with a .308 armor piercing round in it, deformed heavily and covered in grey matter."The slightly more pressing issue is that there was a bullet in his brain. Considering the growth around it I'd hazard it's been there for a YEAR."Wildcard, of course, had no idea about Dervish's unfortunate run-in with the sniper at the very start of the Two-Times arc."Shouldn't he be dead?""You'd think so, but all I'm getting are some weird brainwave patterns. Like some parts of the frontal cortex shutting off when you jigger the wound around. Either way, I'll try to implant some additional grey matter. Your boy here's got a Type O system, so luckily I don't need to worry about cloning anything. Either way, when he comes to, you give him a stern talking-to about getting shot in the head less."Wildcard pulled on a medical glove and looked over the bullet, curious."Well, he's a street sammy, Greene.""I didn't say 'not at all,' I just said 'less.'"
>>18990667"You're sure this guy is legit?""He's one of us, Tartarus," said Mars. "We don't call him Pluto for nothing. Just don't piss him off."Damien Sanitiere, better known on the streets as Geppetto, was better known by his SECOND code name, Tartarus, at the Merlyns sports bar Downtown. It was a small, homey establishment that just happened to play clubhouse for all of the different mages on the Finnigan family's payroll. Mostly the others were Hermetics and Christian Theurges of a decidedly corrupt catholic bent, but Geppetto didn't mind being the only Black Magician there. It added a sort of murderous mystique."I've heard weird things about Pluto, Mars. I don't feel safe buying an illusion focus from a guy I've heard weird things about."Mars, a cruel-looking, dark-skinned mafioso adorned with hermetic fetishes, scoffed."Says Tartarus, the children's tales boogeyman. Sacrificed any virgins lately?""Please. You take me for an Aztec?"Mars chuckled."Touche. Either way, this guy's as legit as any mook who's gonna sell you black magic fetishes. Take that as you will."Geppetto sighed loudly and melodramatically."I suppose I'll take what I can get. But if I die, Mars, you have to find another black magician.""I'll find another Christian Theurge and save myself the trouble." Mars waved Geppetto out. "Gettoutahere."
>>18990826Correction: Vulcan, not Pluto. Pluto was another of Geppetto's contacts. Vulcan was the...special one.
Fuck yes, TwoDee! I am slamming in here like god's own fist. I love your threads.
>>18990826Geppetto drove into Redmond to find Vulcan's Forge, identified on the map as a small bunker hidden in a large chunk of blasted land and rubble from a fallen skyscraper. Foreboding music practically played in his ears as he came within sight of the block of reinforced, magic-resistant concrete adorned with gun turrets and cameras. A single large blast door covered the front facade, with large slats built in to both the very top and bottom of the door. As Geppetto came within fifty feet, a voice announced over loudspeaker, as the gun turrets focused on him,"NO CLOSER! Who are you!? Who vouches for you!?"Geppetto put his hands up."I'm Tartarus, from the Merlyns. I'm here to redeem that order on the black magic manipulation focus.""Got anyone to vouch for that story?""No, because you demanded that I not bring friends, otherwise you'd take it as an attack and kill all of us.""Good, good. They haven't compromised your memories. Yet. Step up to the door."Geppetto stood in front of the fortified blast door."Okay, what now?"The top slat opened into darkness."Stick your hand in there.""What? No.""STICK YOUR HAND IN THERE OR I KILL YOU. YOU COULD BE ONE OF THEM ALREADY.""WHO'S 'THEM'!?"
>>18990973Geppetto reluctantly stuck his hand into the slat, only to feel a strong hand close around his wrist, yanking it down and out of sight radius to cast spells. He roughly identified the hand as that of a dwarf, judging by the strength and the stubby little--albeit gloved--fingers clasped around his own dainty hand."Ow, hey, what are you, OW! FUCK!"Geppetto recoiled and struggled against the blast door as Vulcan slammed a syringe into his arm and drew blood, before letting go of his arm and letting Geppetto tumble back from the slat. As soon as Geppetto's arm was clear, the slat slammed shut."WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?"The loudspeaker announced,"Taking a blood sample. Insurance. 'Case I need to kill you anytime in the next few decades before the nukleocytes go inert."There was a pause."HEY! HMHVV! Bastard, you're infected!" The guns all turned down to aim at Geppetto. "You plannin' on eatin' me!? That it!?""HEY!" Geppetto yelled, throwing his hands above his head again. "That was in the damn brief! You already know that I'm infected! You think I get this fucking marshmallows and milk complexion naturally!?"The guns retracted."Right. Just testing you again. Impostors everywhere. Put your hand in the bottom slat.""You gonna stab me again?""Only if you pull anything funny."The door was configured such that, to reach into the bottom slat, Geppetto had to plaster his face against the doorframe with no visibility. A moment later, a small object fell into his hand. He retracted his hand to find a small earring made out of bone, which emanated dark magic."Pleasure doing business with you, you fucking nut.""Wire me the rest of the cred when you hit the perimeter. Now march!"
Vulcan sounds like a charmer. Reminds me of... every single talismonger I've ever had as a contact, actually.What is it with talismongers and paranoia?>shgdoc 340The Shagdoc 340: For all your medical and, mmm, MEDICAL needs.
>>18991096Bend sat in an armchair in his totally normal apartment with no sprites or ghosts or ghouls or anything. He watched his totally normal trid and played with his illusion focus, a buddhist monk's sash that he had purchased through totally legal channels. All in all, his life was looking up, since he'd bought himself a nice place with his proceeds, and was eating good, organic food.He got a call from Brianna in the middle of surfing the Matrix. Lifting his goggles, he picked up his commlink."Bend! I can't reach Wildcard, Geppetto, or Dervish. I think Wildcard and Dervish are in, like, an underground bunker or something--maybe an illegal business with a jammer? I don't know--and when I tried to call Geppetto I just got some dwarf yelling "who are you, who are you working for." Can you round up the team?"Bend sighed, wrapped the sash around his waist, and opened his closet to retrieve his street clothes."Sure, Brianna. I'll get right on it. We got a job?""Not a big one, but yeah. Looks like you'll actually get to do some good on this one, too."Bend smiled as he slipped on his Tir Military vet's jacket, heading for the door."Those are words I like to hear, Brianna.""Just don't tell Geppetto.""God, no.">skipping forward to the Johnson meet after I take a shower, see you guys in like 15-30 minutes
Hey, shadowrun question. For a mage with the first part of the Pacifist negative quality, what are some spells I should look at getting for use in combat? Stunbolt/Stunball, possibly clout or blast if I ever need an indirect spell? I was also thinkign Turn to Goo (which is overall harmless and also one of my favorite spells) or petrify as well?
>>18991506Turn to goo fills the same schtick as petrify but is better.>>18991236One of my own players in my currently-on-haitus netgame has a talismonger who's actually pretty cool. Of course, that's because the talismonger is his best friend, so...>>18991304So, has anyone ever been to a BJ's Bar and Grill? Because that's basically where the job was. Specifically, it was in an overpriced mid-tier bar and grill in the Seattle University district, visited only by college students who had mommy and daddy's money to spend. Suffice to say, when the team approached the front desk and asked for the Johnson party, they had a sneaking suspicion as to what they would find, and it wouldn't be any crime kingpin or corp Johnson.They found a short young man with wiry hair, who couldn't be older than nineteen. He looked nervously at the team over his order of cheese fries, clearly completely out of his league. Judging by his whimpering countenance, he'd never even seen a hardened criminal before, let alone done business with four of them.Geppetto sat down and extended a thin hand to grasp mister Johnson's own shaking mitt."Mr. Johnson. Shall we get down to business?"The Johnson gulped."Um, okay. Yeah. You can call me, uh. Dan. Dan Granger.""In this business we don't use names, Mr. Johnson."Johnson squealed, but regained composure quickly."No. Um. I mean, I know that I'm Mr. Johnson. I know that. But my name is important. This job, um, this job. It's about my sister. So you'd like, figure my name out anyway."Geppetto raised an eyebrow.
>>18991723Could this be the revenge of that one nerd that the one ninja guy was hired to rough up in the first storytime?
"I don't mean to be impolite, Mr. Johnson, but this is a brisk business. What's the job?""My sister, um, Emily Granger? She's a grad student in the Scool of Political Science. And she's been receiving death threats. I want you to find out who's been sending them, and, like, turn them into the police or something.""Is there a reason why your sister has been receiving death threats, Mr. Johnson?""Well, she's dating this guy. Uh. Jonathan Riese."Wildcard tossed an AR window in front of Geppetto. Geppetto read the article off of the window."Hm. Jonathan Riese. Running for county administrator of the university district on a liberal ticket. Going on about changing the system of crushing loans and high real-estate premiums, about tearing down the legacy of the incumbent county administrator, Roger Carmichael, conservative ticket. I can see how he'd make some enemies."Granger gulped."Yeah. All the death threats are about, um, her being liberal, and about her being 'his whore,' and all that. And she thinks she can handle it, but she can't.""What do you mean by that, Johnson?""She's brushing it off. She says it just comes with the territory, but I think she's in real danger. These guys are serious. At least, I think they are."Geppetto pent his fingers."Alright, Mr. Johnson. We can take care of the problem. What are you offering?""Uh. I've got 10,000 nuyen saved up--"Geppetto frowned."As a general rule, Johnson, we don't go for less than 20.""Okay! 10 before, 10 after! I'll scrounge up the money! Just stop them from hurting my sister!"
>>18991777You'll just have to find out! This is indeed the same university.
This officially marks the first Shadowrun Storytime I have been online for. 2D, you are my hero, and I want to play SR4 again because of you.
>>18991875A lot of people make the mistake of comparing SR4 to SR3. They're totally divorced. SR4 transitioned to post-cyberpunk a long time ago, whereas 3 is more retro.>>18991836The team's first stop was Jonathan Riese's apartment, where both he and Emily Granger lived. Hacking Granger's phone would be the first angle on finding out where the death threats were coming from.Finding Riese wasn't a problem. He and Granger lived in an on-campus apartment building, on the fourth story. Bend cloaked, gecko-gripped up, and set up one of his cameras at the window, sending the footage back down to the rest of the team in the sedan.Inside the room, sitting around a table, were six people. Riese himself, a charismatic young man with a gleaming smile, was flanked by two attractive young women, quickly identified as his girlfriend/campaign adviser Emily Granger, and his secretary/PR agent Lisa Dawson. Across from him sat three burlier, less charismatic athletic and frat boy types, probably some form of security or assistant. Out of curiosity, Wildcard started bringing up the student registry (hacked) and Riese's campaign website (public), and started doing some cross-referencing."Okay. There's Riese, our girl, and Riese's assistant. The three palookas are Greg Hampton, Shean Mater, and Peter Smith. Football team, wrestling team, frat boy. Don't see what ties them into the campaign exactly, let me keep digging."
>>18992011Calling now that the death threats are coming from the secretary who wants the gf out of the picture.
>>18992011Wildcard set his botnet on hacking Granger's commlink as he looked up more information on the three aforementioned "palookas.""Woah, hold on. These three all have humanis-leading tendencies. Conservative families all. What are they doing on Riese's ticket?"Dervish shrugged."Dunno. Enforcement? Cut them a deal maybe?"Geppetto frowned."Whatever it is, I don't like it."Wildcard brought up a partition of his nexus, and made a copy of Granger's commlink on it."You don't have to, that's the beauty of politics. Ever heard the phrase about the best compromise being nobody happy?"Wildcard thumbed through the threats, which were mostly incoherent cries of conservative outrage peppered with threats of rape and dismemberment."Hmm. Our would-be attacker's got a bunch of disposables, or he's more than one person. The threats are all coming from different nodes."
>>18992116Dervish offered,"But couldn't it just be one guy doing that, you know, slaving thing?""True. We'll have to find the offending commlinks to be sure. Until then, Dervish, you get to shadow our girl. Gotta make sure she's not being shadowed by anyone else, capische?"Dervish stepped out of the car, donning his black leather jacket."Don't have to tell me twice. Keep in contact."The night progressed slowly. Bend stuck a bug in the room, only to find that they weren't discussing anything scandalous at all, only advertisement policy for their upcoming smear campaign on the current county administrator, Roger Carmichael. Carmichael was a distinguished, salt-and-pepper sort, which tripped the team out: he or one of his aides certainly didn't seem the type to be sending "DIE HORE GUNNA RAPE U BITCH" texts 24/7.Of course, the plot began to come together when Dervish spotted the enforcer, Peter Smith, following Granger with a knife."I think we have a hint, guys.">to be continuedWith that, I'm going to pop out for a little while. The guys want to watch the Avengers, and I'll be fucked if I'm not going to come along. Be back around 9-ish PST to finish the Granger job, it gets a lot crazier.Until then, SHADOWRUN GENERAL. I'll keep apprised of the thread via my phone.
Okay, so, making a spellcaster in SR4. This'll be my first one. It's the aforementioned christian theurge with the pacifist negative quality. I decided upon Stunball, Stunbolt, Manabolt, and Turn to Goo, leaving me with four more spells I can grab, and I'm looking for advice. My character's going to be magical support and probably face duty, with a slight sideline in infiltration (mostly aquatic).Also, should I start bound with any Foci? I was thinking of picking up a sustaining focus or two (for Turn to Goo and any buff spells I pick up), and maybe a power focus, but nuyen wise they are pretty expensive, though I guess I don't have alot of better things to spend them on? And I don't plan to do a whole lot of melee combat, so I don't think I'll be getting a weapon focus unless they really are that useful.
>>18992483>weapon focusThat reminds me, can't you make a vehicle into a "weapon" focus?
>>18992524Uh.I don't think so? But I'm not an expert.Now I kinda want to make a vehicle expert Adept with a weapon focus Fuckoff Expensive car.
>>18992260I am now a 6 foot 3 inch boner for TwoDee.A shame I can't read it now, so I'll have to catch up on the archive tomorrow. Have fun at the movies!
>>18992524>>18992777Can you use ranged weapons as weapon foci? I love the idea of a mage using a gun and its bullets as the medium by which he casts.
>>18992524Wouldn't that make the car dual-natured? So you could in theory run over spirits with it?
IT HAPPENED! ITS HAPPENING!One moment while I find that promised art.
Here you go. My brother drew this after I'd read through all of the previous storytimes in the archive. It's my mission to show my Shadowrun group all of these. They haven't even seen all of the first one, and they're cracking up. And now we're playing a new game. Which is lovely.
>>18992966Yep. As long as you are physically touching the car.>>18992957You can...but it won't be able to shoot into the Astral. The moment the bullet leaves the gun, it loses the effects of being a weapon foci. You could have a weapon foci bayonet or something though.
>>18993109Damn, so you couldn't imbue individual bullets with spells which trigger when they hit the enemy?
>Vehicle weapon focus>Run over spirits with itI want to make this, like, Rigger-Adept combination so bad right now.
>>18993158'fraid not. You COULD have a gun you'd linked to if you are an adept. You will get the dice bonus but not the ability to shoot the astral. Theoretically you could turn an Alchera to bullets and shoot people with them...but good luck there. Not sure if there are any duel natured metals beyond that.
Hello dear friend! It's my second TwoDee Shadowrun storytime I witness live – time for partay!
>>18993243Rigger adept can't really do it. You need to be physically touching the foci for it to work.You could have a Wheelman Adept, or a Mech Jock Adept but a Rigger (While very skilled at being a rigger) won't really be able to deal with the astral.
This is the best Birthday ever. TwoDee Storytime, and then Greek food. The best.
>>18993279>Mech Jock AdeptGreat, and now I know how megacorps can deal with Force 12+ spirits. Gundams.
>>18993032Holy fuck.I'll have you know that the moment I spotted this, I loaded it up on my crappy blackberry to show Dervish's player. His response was one of bashful pride, the big lug.This image will continue on in the Shadowrun Storytime legacy. Keep me apprised of how your group responds to the stories! They've got a lot of ground to cover.
>>18993314>Yo dawg, we heard you like spirits, so we put a spirit in your mil-spec power armor so you can spirit while you power
>>18993243>be rigger shaman>make semi a weapon focus>summon fire spirits>form of giant flaming wheels>roll down the highway with your flaming wheels on your wings>go-gangers begin following you like you're Jesus
>>18993354>do it with a motorcycle>now put on a skull mask...
>>18993331Sure thing. The characters we've built for our recent game are:Charles Jackson, aka "Sonny" infiltrator, and Class 2 "Monkey" surge.Rodrigo Santiago, aka "Den", a parapalegic rigger/hacker supreme.Isaac Yaromir, aka "Chosen", Israeli Ex-special ops, and our face/mid range sammy.I'm going to a birthday dinner real quick, but if I can get back before you do, I'll yammer about our previous characters and a few of their runs.
>>18993354I believe what you MEAN to say is:>Be Mage>Make Motorbike your Weapon Focus.>summon fire spirits>form of giant flaming wheels>Be Ghost Rider
Are there guidelines for designing new cyber/biowares anywhere?
>>18993314I would pay to see an anime reimagining of Ghostbusters where they all pilot giant robots to fight skyscraper sized ghosts in Not New York. The only downside(?) I can think of is that the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man ghost would become a school girl, but retain the same size, properties and outfit. Ironically, she'd probably be MORE destructive than the original...
>Awesome! Shadowrun Storytime, live!>Wait. Archives you get the whole thing at once, live means theres waiting>mfw
>>18993436>>18993855Well, I'm around. But before I get too far, I'd like to preface MY quick stories by saying that these were our first characters in Shadowrun ever, and we weren't particularly familiar with the fluff. (We didn't have runner names. Yeah) But anyway, onwards.CHARCTERS:Rolf "Benny" Bennigans: Ex-Underground Boxer and current homeless Troll.J: Freakishly Cybered Noir-esque private eye. His head was like an engine block.Donovan Lacheis: A surly, Mohwaked Irishman. He was loosely based off Robert DeNiro from Taxi. He was great.I don't remember much about J's past (ex-Lonestar or somesuch), but I can describe the other two characters. Which would you like to hear about first?
>>18994734Start with Benny.
>>18994779Heh. Alright. This was my character.Benny the Troll used to be an underground fighter. He was a boxer when everyone else was doing Brazillian Karate and Thai Kwan Do. After a few fights too many blows to the head, he wound up basically permanently punch drunk. Benny, however, was a weepy drunk, so he ran away, and woke up in a shanty town populated by the homeless and Junkies. He wound up staying. He spent his time watching out for the sick and old, and getting drugs for the addicts because they were to be pitied.After a while, he decided maybe he should help these people get off the street, but how could he do that? He turned to the shadows for help. (He basically Future googled "How to Shadoprun(sic)". He wasn't too bright.)This is his back story, so before I get to actual things he's done, I'll relate the background of Donovan Lacheis.
>>18994929Donovan Lacheis was an angry man. An ex-patriot of Ireland who had been forcibly evicted during the creation of Tir na Nog. He, however, still identified as an Irishman. This led him, over his life, to develop a deep seated hatred of elves. He made his living as a Taxi Driver, with the occasional pick-and-murder gig. Mostly elves, but sometimes the odd bounty. Looking to make a little more scratch than he was, he started looking and listening around for better work. With a past like his (in the IRAE), basically the only avenue available for him was running.>cont.
>>18995012Some of Donovan's Exploits include:Skinning a whole mess of ghoulsOutmaneuvering a Drake while driving an armoured vanBluffing his way into a minor corporate towerProceeding to shoot a high powered business boy out a window.Piggy backing the troll out of the building.His injuries include:Being shot in the shoulderBeing shot in the stomachBeing shot in the chestBeing partially frozenBeing hit in the back by a shurikenBeing mauled by wolvesBeing zapped with lightningBeing stabbed in the chestHad his bones replaced with TitaniumBeing head grazed by a lazerBeing stabbed by ice The exchange that went along with fighting the business guy was pretty amazing. We rolled initiative, and had maybe 2 rounds of combat, where he tazed J in the face and then ducked under a table for cover. Benny just about broke the table by slamming it, and Donovan had plugged the man with his shotgun. the dude promptly got out from under the desk with a lazer pistol. He looked at the cyber monster. He looked at the Troll. Then he shot at the skinny man with the mohawk. This prompted response from Donovan's player of "What? I thought he was Robert Downey Jr.!" Our GM responded "Nah. He's Ironman."We laughed at how quickly that exchange went.Our foe was shot out of a 30th story window shortly thereafter.
>>18995222Benny's Injuries include:Surviving being shot in the skull by a sniper round with no armour and remaining conscious. (He later invested in a football helmet.)Walking out of an explosion basically unscathed because of Trollness.His EXPLOITS:Running up to our very first target, befuddling him by talking about the fire alarm that had been pulled, and then punching him in the face for 5P damage. (Our target was finished off by Donovan SHOOTING him for as much.)Punching like a Truck.Throwing a door THROUGH a wizard.Throwing an orc into another orc.Catching a grenade out of the air and throwing it back.Benny wasn't an adept, by the way. He was just a homeless Troll. I'm sad to say I can't recall much else right now, but I'll be sure to post about it next time.Also, there's some new art incoming if/when TwoDee gets back.
Bumping with art.
>>18995848based on this image.
>Be back around 9-ish PST to finish the Granger job, it gets a lot crazier.
>>18996135>>18995848Doubtless due to this image, Dervish's player is treating us all to dinner. Will be back in an hour? Maybe? Not looking the gift orc in the mouth.Storytime WILL return sometime tonight, which technically might include tomorrow morning.
>>18996190Damn. I'm out basically all day tomorrow, but at least I managed to get some art to you. And share a little about some characters.Keep up the stellar work 2D.
>>18993331As the artist who drew the pictures, you have no idea how proud this made me feel. Thank you, 2D, for being an amazing person.
Does rigger take stun damage when he jumps in into already damaged drone?
>>18996328>>18996371D'awww. Blender hugs for the both of yas.Also, I LIIIIIVE. I am back, only two and a half hours after I said I would be. More storytime incoming.
Our AI was wondering if a BTL could damage her because, well, she has no L to BT.
Gotta love Shadowrun Storytime
>>18996426>>18992260The team made an executive decision. Namely, that it was time for Dervish to try out some of his new implants: shock pads.Dervish stretched and flexed his fingers as he armed the black blocks of rubberized carbon that had replaced his fingertips as of less than a day before. There was a sharp crack as the surfaced buzzed with electricity. Smith turned around just in time for Dervish to grab either side of his head, at which point he squeezed the knife so hard it flew out of his grasp, spasmed wildly, and hit the pavement. Grabbing him by his jacket, Dervish hucked the frat boy one-handed into a nearby bush, as the rest of team pulled onto the street to pick up girl-watching duty."Oh man. That felt GOOD," grinned Dervish, rifling through Smith's pockets. "Okay, we got a commlink in here with some texts from an anonymous number, tells him to rough the girl up something fierce. Wildcard, you wanna back-hack this?""Be my pleasure."Driving slowly, Wildcard popped open a few AR windows to begin hacking the commlink. In one window he ran a trace of wireless nodes, the better to identify the phone that the message had come from when he came to it.
>>18996599Running his trace and trying to hack, Wildcard noticed an eminent problem."Commlink's slaved. Another commlink's running it. Like we suspected. I can't hack this, not effectively, since a remote administrator's running everything right now. But that means we can find the boss by running a rudimentary trace. This whole operation's run on disposables, it's got more holes than swiss cheese. Bend, I'm starting from the whole campus then narrowing in, seeing when our mystery comm no longer shows. Ready for a game of hot and cold?"Bend lowered himself down to the first story of the building and opened his polymer-coated bag of tricks, which in this case carried a tank top and pair of shorts. Stripping the tacsuit in an alley behind the building, Bend changed into the street clothes and stashed the folded-up tacsuit in a backpack that he'd left in the alleyway for just such an occasion."I prefer hide and go seek, Wildcard, but it'll have to do."Wildcard led Bend on a merry walking-speed chase around the campus. Early narrowing of the trace ruled out most of the science and arts campuses, but as Wildcard hit the library and humanities building he found the node moving."It's another disposable. May be slaved to a third system. Either way, it's on the move. Headed to the history building now. I'll highlight our target on the tacnet.
>>18996694Bend closed on the target to find a familiar face: Lisa Dawson, Riese's secretary."We got contact," said Bend. "And a familiar face at that. We thinking the girl wants Granger out of the picture? Wants to get Riese for herself?""Maybe," said Wildcard. "But if so, then why's she slaved to another commlink? She's not the ringleader, that's the case.""Maybe she hired someone else on," suggested Geppetto. "A specialist. Mobster maybe. Someone more experienced than a polisci student in scaring a girl off.""Or there's more to this," said Dervish, as he took some credsticks from Smith's pockets to make the attack look like a mugging. "You think you can run another trace, Wildcard?"Wildcard brought up the trace window."Yeah, looks like yet another disposable. Somewhere on campus--fuck!"Wildcard swore as Dawson turned her own phone off and tossed it in a garbage can."Bend! Get that phone and turn it back on! We need the master commlink!""On it."Bend leaned over the trash can as soon as Dawson was out of visual contact, and retrieved the disposable. He turned it on, only to retrieve another slew of cursing from Wildcard."Bloody hell! Master commlink's off! And we were so close too."Geppetto turned to Wildcard."On the plus side, we know that the assistant and the thugs are in on it. So we know what to watch out for.""Except the ringleader.""I guess we'll have to run surveillance, then.""I guess we'll have to. You volunteering?"
Shadowrun Storytime so awesome bears fall out of trees
>>18996804Geppetto sat, cursing at his teammates, as he sat outside of Granger's apartment at 4 in the morning. She didn't sleep there often, preferring to stay with her boyfriend, but tonight she was sleeping in her own apartment, meaning that the team had to split up to cover both her and their suspects. Dervish was on similar duty for Riese's thugs, whereas Bend was keeping track of Riese. Wildcard had set his botnet to gathering all the information that they could on Riese's connections, and had gone to bed so he could be fresh for more hacking tomorrow. Considering that Dervish had the constitution of an ox, and Bend had adept powers that made his needs for sleep, food, drink, and air practically negligible, Geppetto was the only one actually getting tired from the ordeal.And, there was the voice in the back of his head. It was an angry voice, but its anger seemed almost soothing. We had a deal, Geppetto, it said. When it's time to sleep, I come out...In the morning, Wildcard pinged the rest of the team."Okay, the bots got into one of Riese's comms. Today's a free day, but he's hanging with the girl while the boys bounce. That means we can merge Riese duty and Granger duty. Anyone want to be put on standby?""Actually," Geppetto said, meekly, "I'm probably going to need to step out for a while.""The hell's that supposed to mean?"Wildcard's answer came in the form of a mad cackle that swiftly silenced as Geppetto's commlink turned off. Wildcard said to Bend and Dervish,"I thought you were kidding about the Satan thing!"
>>18996914So, ever run afoul of some of those things that Geppetto does while being a Satanpuppet?
>>18996949Well there was that one time he crucified the priest.While we were in Japan he also decided to act like an ultraviolent sentai saving people from crime, and then got bored and started making his fans kill themselves until he wasn't popular anymore.Most of these things we found out after the fact from 2D's recording shades, which Geppetto continues to wear when in Adversary mode since a deal's a deal.>>18996914As Bend and Wildcard met for lunch in the same food court that Granger and Riese were eating at (Dervish stopped in only briefly so he could get back to monitoring the three stooges after a truly preposterous, Jughead-esque amount of burgers), there was a sudden, extraordinarily loud cacophony of beeps and whirrs. Everyone on campus had received a mass text simultaneously. Wildcard received a prompt that his own nexus had sent out the messages, on command of Geppetto."FRAT PARTY TONITE AT ALPHA PHI. PREPARE FOR A NIGHT OF HEDONISM AND DEBAUCHERY UNLIKE YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. THE LORD OF DARKNESS SPARES NO EXPENSE. TERRENCE JACKSON SAYS BE THERE OR MISS OUT!"Bend and Wildcard blinked and looked around as everyone in the food court started chattering about how "Jackson's pulling his old shit again," and "I wonder how he got it to everyone, did he hire a hacker?" A lot of people agreed to stop by to see what the deal was...including Granger and Riese.Wildcard clutched the sides of his head."Well, this just got a lot more interesting."
>>18997074That...couldn't be the same Mr. Jackson as way back in Shadowrun Storytime 1...could it?
>"Well, this just got a lot more interesting."It did. It really really did.
>>18997074Deciding that right now clever infiltration was no longer an asset on Riese and Granger, Bend and Dervish switched places, with Bend following Riese's thugs, and Dervish and Wildcard tailing the wayward couple.Wildcard and Dervish made the frat party shortly after Granger and Riese, only to find themselves accosted by two figures. One was Geppetto, who had somewhere along the line lost his suit and donned a sideways baseball cap, a "Not tonight ladies/I'm here to get drunk" novelty t-shirt, a pair of off-green chonglers, and mismatched flip-flops. The other was the gentleman whom he was currently sharing a Camelbak with, a collar-popped cap-wearing orc frat boy with a pierced ear, expensive shades, and a porno trid apparently running on said shades [Shadowrun Storytime 1]."Yo yo yo, mah boi Satan here says you be doins some Shadow-runsing up in this bitch! Well the only runnin' I'ma be doin' is after I get me some puss-say, knawmsayin?"Jackson turned to Dervish."Do I know you from somewhere, Brosemite Sam?"Dervish's eyebrows narrowed over his mirrorshades."Was that supposed to be a play on 'street samurai?' ""Naw, Brosetta Stone, I just be keepin it real. This shit's energy drink and vodka, yo, I be gettin' mad unrecognizin' of everyone and shit.""No, Terrence. I don't think you know me.""Coo, yo. Feel free to drink and partay, yo, it's all on my new best friend here's bill. Just one thing, since I'ma be not up to recognizing NOBODY soon, yo. Ya feel me, sammy?""What is it?"Jackson handed Dervish a credstick with fifty nuyen on it."You a runner, right? You be seeing that nerd fool Simon Berckiwitz, you rough his ass up MAD crazy, knawmsayin?"
>>18997096To use the colloquial, you called it.
>>18997205urge to stab...rising...
"Uh. Sure, Mr. Jackson. I'll crazy his rough up, or whatever the fuck.""Good man. My man the mofuckin vampire here vouches for you. Together we be mackin on all the bitches of the night, fuckin brosferatu, bitches be suckin our dicks while we be suckin their blood, hear?""Blood-sucking brosquitos," concurred Adversary, who was completely sober and evidently having the time of his life."Okay, we'll make sure the nerd doesn't show up, Terrence," said Wildcard, rubbing his temples. "Till then, we got business to take care of inside.Jackson's eyes widened. "Oh shit, bro siento, brah. I didn't realize you had--" he pelvis-thrusted obscenely, clearly mimicking horrible frat party bathroom sex, "--biznass! Don't let me stop you from gettin' ya freak on!"With that, he attempted to chest-bump Wildcard, knocking the unprepared Wildcard on his ass. Jackson screamed, "WOO! PARTY!" and then disappeared into the crowd. Dervish turned to Geppetto's puppeted body as Adversary fiddled with his host's new earring."You're not going to, like, kill these kids or anything, right?""Well, today I figured that facilitating a truly record amount of date rape applied to the evil quota too."Dervish sighed and moved into the frat house."God dammit, Adversary.""That's the spirit!"
>>18997096Wow.I honestly thought it was going to be just Gepetto throwing the party, I didn't think that it would be the same "Jackson".Superb.
>>18997268Meanwhile, Bend followed Greg Hampton past the campus and then the campus neighborhood, as the football player, phone at his ear, made for the freeway on foot. Bend followed him to an underpass with a small shantytown beneath it. Bend watched as Hampton fingered a small hold-out pistol in his pocket. Evidently the privileged human kid wasn't too keen on heading into the bad parts of town. The question was, why was he here in the first place?Bend continued to follow him as he seemed to peek at and survey the destitute homeless beneath the bridge. He was clearly looking for something, and as he neared a pile of rags with what vaguely looked like an unkempt gray beard peeking out of them, he seemed to have found what he was looking for.Hampton nudged at the pile of rags, and in an instant it seemed to rise up, as though reforming from a puddle. Hampton was speaking to a tall homeless man. Most of him was obscured by rags and hair, but Bend could make out a few cybernetic implants, most prominently two prosthetic hands. Even though he had cybereyes--and a recent model at that--something crazy seemed to glint in them.
>>18997268>"God dammit, Adversary.">"That's the spirit!"I want Adversary to sound like Mark Hamill's Joker. So much.
>>18997341"Watcha want, not-Willy?" The homeless man scratched at his face harshly, his metallic fingers bruising the flesh. His blank face betrayed an empty mind. "I heard ya had somethin for me. Somethin for me to do. I like doin things. You got the money? You got the money for me?"Hampton held out a credstick, and the homeless man snatched it out of his hand."Yeah, yeah. This'll keep me goin. This is good. Who ya want done, not-Willy?"Hampton nervously brought up an AR window showing Emily Granger, with a marker identifying her current location at the frat party."Riese wants you to scream something about liberals or Carmichael before you do her, if at all possible. Something to make it look good for the media. Seriously, Red. We need this to look like a freak conservative thing.""Don't worry bout me. I'll do it. Do it like you say. Make Willy proud. Red's a good Willy."Bend slid into hiding as the homeless man identified as "Red" began to walk towards him. He caught a glimpse of cyberlegs moving beneath the rags. New models, powerful.And then his blood went cold, as Red passed by him.Bend could feel it, in the astral. A screaming soul, rendered mad by unholy bindings, chained to a rotting face stapled onto a metal head. He was all machine, except for the little bits of flesh that still qualified him as something that might once have been human.As Red's legs unfolded into skimmer disks and he picked up speed, revealing a powerful metal mech chassis beneath the rags, Bend sent a message to his team:"CYBERZOMBIE."
Cyberzombies are a total bitch. So cybered-up that they can have almost anything.
>>18997387Wildcard threw himself into his car and screeched into action, beelining to pick Bend up."CODE BLOODY FUCKING RED, EVERYONE! BEND! MEET ME ON FIFTH AND NATIONAL, AND GET IN THE CAR FUCKING QUICK! DERVISH! GRAB THE GIRL AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAKE GEPPETTO UP! WE DO NOT HAVE ROOM FOR ERROR HERE!"As Wildcard swerved towards the freeway underpass, he saw the literal murder-hobo flying past down the middle of the street, breaking the side mirrors off passing cars as he flew. He moved with such force that he literally caused the cars to rock. A motorcyclist made the mistake of getting in his way and was tossed with his motorcycle into the side of a nearby storefront."Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that's what we're up against!?"Bend Dukes-of-Hazzarded through the passenger side window."DRIVE! GET BACK TO THE FRAT HOUSE!"Wildcard spun his car into a donut and flashed down the wrong side of the street, slowly gaining on the speeding cyberzombie.Dervish had just finished bodily grabbing the screaming girl away from Jonathan Riese and out the door as the zombie, its tattered rags flying wildly from the force of its thrusters, crashed clean through the ceiling of the frat house in pursuit."I FOUND YOU WILLEEEEEEEE"
Shadowrun Story Time?This pleases me greatly
>>18997457In fact, their augmented attribute caps increase the more Essence they piss away below 0, so they, perversely, will want to switch back to not-even-alphaware, and secondhand at that.
>>18997463Dervish did the first thing that his instincts said to do, and that was to charge.As he received a skull fracture (in his newly-reinforced super-dense stone-thick skull, no less) courtesy of a flying, di-coated titanium fist, and promptly crashed through the plaster of one of the frat house's walls into one of the bedrooms, he realized that charging was a mistake."I-I-I SAW YOU WILLEEEEE."The zombie clambered through the hole in the wall in a quadrupedal fashion more becoming of a predatory primate than something that was once a human being."I WANTED HER BUT I FOUND YOU. I F-F-FOUND YOUUUUUUUU"Dervish backed into the adjacent bathroom and then boosted, smashing the tile floor as he rammed both blades into the zombie's torso. He looked down in disbelief to find that the blades had each only pierced an inch or so in, and that Red was leaking a blackish fluid.The zombie grabbed Dervish by the throat and flung him back in a pitching motion. Before Dervish could get over the vertigo, he was outside on the pavement with several broken ribs and the vague awareness that he'd gone through at least two more walls. He scrambled to his feet, his vision a blurry red haze. His AR readouts gave him dire medical warning.
>>18997532He looked up to see, blurry on his left, his teammates and the terrified girl in the car. On his right was the cyberzombie, which plowed clean through the front door of the frathouse rather than opening it. Crowds of screaming students fled into the street."WHY DON'T YOU STAY WILLEEEEE. WHY DON'T YOU STAAAAAAAY."Dervish threw himself into the car. Spitting up blood and what he was pretty sure was one of his tusks, he said one word, but he said it with all the emphasis he could muster."DRIVE!"The team tore out of the university district at two-hundred miles per hour. Its face contorted in an expression of loss and anguish, the cyberzombie boosted to keep up and scrambled at the back of the car, but it simply couldn't make the speed necessary to catch them.As the team disappeared into the streets of Seattle, they wondered what exactly they'd stumbled into.>SHADOWRUN STORYTIME 12/ENDAnd that's where I'll call it for the night, since Geppetto's player, his girlfriend, and my girlfriend want to play some Drunken Mario Party. And I'm sorry, but Drunken Mario Party is super important to me.I will keep the thread up on my computer, but expect my responses to get...disjointed. And perhaps concern my deep love of Wario. As per usual, this is now SHADOWRUN GENERAL.
>>18997546>drunken Mario Partythe best kind of mario party.
These threads are my favourite part of /tg/ these days. No other contenders.All the prizes for 2D.
>>18997546Of the Mario Parties' casts, Waluigi seems most likely to load up on cyberware. Don't you agree?I'm surprised the cyberzombie didn't have any nice EYE LASERS.You can install more eyes for more EYE LASERS, even.
>>18995222>>18995012>More about Donovan Lacheis if you would, good sir>I'm not even sure which general character archetype he is and that makes me sad
>>18997727I'm not even supposed to be up right now. I was supposed to be asleep almost 3 hours ago. Dang.I may have mentioned it earlier, but this was basically our introduction to Shadowrun. None of us really HAD and archetype in mind. Donovan started out as "A guy who drives a taxi, and has a shotgun." J was "a private detective that looks like Q from Street Fighter 3rd strike." and Benny was "A homeless Troll who used to punch things." Benny was basically already a Street Samurai due to toughness and strength, but that was mostly fortune smiling on me in my ignorance. I have been led to believe that J was built in mind with being a face, but he wound up tazing things more often than not with his shock hands.Donovan, again, was basically just an asshole with a shotgun. But he wound up being our driver, our most injured combatant, our killingest member, and eventually bullshitted his way to party face. >>18995012>>18995222This is what he looked like, and he still somehow managed to get us up to talk to that upper-middle-management guy. He also shot that dude out a window.He was basically the best character in the party. He was also roleplayed really well, which was a definite plus. Ask more specific questions if you want, though. I'll do my best to answer.
>>18997812Wait, so he did all that without cyber or magic?Shiiiiiiit.
>>18997812Did he keep the Irish hatred of Brits?How often did he cut loose on dem elves?
>>18997812If that's all you guys were using as character concepts, what did you start at for build points?
>>18997872Oh noooo. He was cybered up to the gills.(but not with actual gills) He started out with a cyber hand and cyber eyes, and eventually worked his way up to having a Titanium skeleton, wired reflexes, just a whole mess of stuff. He was fantastic in combat, but he had absolute garbage for social stuff. >>18997886Mostly, yes, but specifically he hated the elves for kicking he and his ilk out of Ireland. We didn't really notice if we were fighting elves or not, but he was pretty much ruthless to every enemy we faced.>>18997916400 BP. These were our first characters, so we went pretty reasonably by the book. Nothing immediately springs to mind otherwise.
I will have you know that all the shirts are off.all of them.Fuck Luigi. Fuck him in the ear.I should probably stop myself from continuing to comment in this thread that's probably a bad idea.
OH SHIT OH SHIT I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT!Donovan's player, my brother, and also the person whose art I've been showing off, came up with the absolute greatest fixer for us. Just the best.His name was Big Pimpin' Zanzibar Strongrod. The whole thing, unless you were a close friend. He was a Dwarf. A black dwarf. He was a Black Dwarf supremacist. I still don't really know what that means. He might have been for the supremacy of dwarves. He might have been for the supremacy of Blacks. It could be both. It could have been specifically for black dwarves. we never got a definitive answer.His teeth were made of Diamond. But that's not pimpin'. No. He had gold INSIDE the diamond that SPELLED HIS NAME. "Zanzibar". Probably also had the letters lined with micro lights for extra dazzle. Its 4am now, and I can't remember any more. But something my bro told me about making a fixer, "Is that they should always be a little bit ludicrous."
>>18997957You mind giving us a full storytime of some of the stuff you guys pulled, some time? This sounds like it would be excellent.(Now is good if you aren't going to bed. I can hope.)
>>18998009>>18998027NO. I CAN'T.I don't remember all the juicy details. I'd have to get my bro in here, because he's uncanny at that shit sometimes. But while we were at a greek restaurant, he doodled this hilarious looking dude, and then said he had an idea for our new fixer.pic so very much related.
>>18998053I am totally fine with you coming back later and delivering after sleeping and consulting, because that story is sure to be full of win.Your brother has got some skill with the art there.
>>18998053At least tell us what the best moment in the game was.
>>18998100Probably throwing a door through a wizard after Donovan got lightninged. Mostly because of the absurdity of "THREW A DOOR THROUGH A WIZARD">>18998076Ruefully, I'd probably wind up delivering it along with the next story time, as I'm out most of the day watching the Avengers with friends, and then hanging out. Which I guess is just more incentive to look forward to next time?
>>18998117>Doublestorytime future thread>Everythingwasbetterthanexpected.jpg
Banging a Halloweener and then wearing a clown mask everywhere...2D has some serious clown love.
What are the coolest pieces of 'ware to get?Not the most powerful. The coolest. Skimmer disks are already a given.
>>18998027So is Wario a sammy, infiltrator, hacker...? Which archetype?
>>18998255Animal features, man.But seriously, eye lasers, cyberguns, grapple gun, cyberskates, nanotattoos are all pretty nice. Check out the casemod section for obvious cyberlimbs, as well as the various cosmetic implants.
Okay, predictions: So far, I see four possible outcomes to this run.1: The three frat morons are pulling a murderous version of Pic Related, killing their own team to make the Conservative (C) look crazy and the Liberal candidate (L) look really sympathetic. The ringleader is the staffer, acting from a combo of devotion and jealousy. L doesn't know about this. This is the most plausible scenario IRL, which, if anything, makes it way TOO plausible for Shadowrun. There's got to be a deeper layer for a good story.2: The Prince Humperdinck Gambit. Like 1, but L is the mastermind instead of the staffer. He hires the Trio to kill his gf and frame his rival, and rides the sympathy vote to victory. The biggest problem is that I don't see the staffer continuing to back and be loyal to a murder mastermind. Still, this one is my personal bet.3: The Trio is running a double-agent plot. They're secretly trying to sabotage the campaign so C will win, and are planning a variant on 1, where they "reveal" that it was L's goons who arranged the hit. There are WAY easier ways to sabotage a campaign from within if you're a high-level staffer, though, and even if the fratties had the brains to come up with a plot like this on their own, don't exactly seem like they'd give themselves up like that. Least Plausible Scenario.4: C is the mastermind, and the Trio is working for him, enacting basically the plan from 3. Plausible, and deals with a lot of the problems of 3, but I just don't buy it. Seems too straightforward.
>>18998370Might be a third party at work besides.They hired a motherfucking CYBERZOMBIE, for fuck's sake. Does that sound like something any frat guy wanna-be politician would do?Plus you have to wonder how much the little brother knows in all this. 20k, half down, is fucking highway robbery when the enemy is a cyberzombie. He's just lucky he hired the team that he did, my last group would have probably gotten carved up if the mage didn't do something clever.
>>18998271What about animal features? That you can convert near any bioware into that, and then use the free genetech quality to pay near nothing for it?>oh hi, Delta-grade level 3 Synaptic Reflexes for 10BP
>>18998260Wario is too fat to be an infiltrator.At least a physical one.He's probably a social infiltrator with various adept powers a la body changing shit.Basically like Trout but not...Trout.I'm thinking he pretends to be fat. PRETENDS.In reality he is Mario and Luigi. At the SAME TIME.Also he is Yoshi because something.
>>18998516>Basically like Trout but not...Trout.
>>18998516He's invented a reality-warping device (Master of Disguise), made oodles of cash on getting friends to program games (WarioWare), and obtained oodles of loot either through conquest or archaeology (Wario Lands).I think he's a face/sammy with loads of some kind of "I don't take damage but have weird effect" adept shenanigans.Him becoming a completely disgusting slob with flatulence jokes is just...out of left field, really.
>>18998525I think I'm going to look at these posts tomorrow and be very disappointed in myself.
>>18998463He only offered 10k initially. The team argued their way to 20. That lends some credence to the idea that he was only hiring them at face value, to look into simple threats. Now that you mention the little bro, though, THAT raises a very intriguing possibility. What if he's not her little brother at all, but somebody from C's camp trying to prevent a frame-up? Little bro seemed a little to innocent and inexperienced, and even for a complete newbie (who somehow knew where to go to find runners?), he let his real name slip too easily. I see several ways he could have hired us without telling us about their connection, which actually makes "he's playing a role for his own interests" much more likely. I don't think he's involved, though, or that he knew what we'd be facing. If he were involved, why hire anybody to catch him, and if he's working for L, why lie to us about his identity?
Oh shit the sun's coming up when did that happen?
>>18998565I was actually thinking 3rd party would be most likely as some sort of corp or mob connection, and the death threats are entirely unrelated because it's pretty retarded to tip your hand like that.The fact that they know certain members of the inner circle were doing /something/ suspicious with the commlinks implicates them, but we can't know for certain just who is pulling the strings yet. I'm just trying to make sure I don't discount the idea of an as-yet-unseen 3rd party with an unrevealed motive.
>>18998565>>18998603Maybe it was the alleged brother. If he claims to be related, and they don't bother to check it, then that's all the better for them, isn't it?
>>18998613*All the better for HIM, rather.
>>18998566Get some sleep, and don't keep us waiting for the next installment if you're going to do cliffhangers!
>>18998613>>18998619Why would you hire runners to investigate/prevent your own assassination attempt? Unless he needs them to unwittingly help him kill her, I don't see how people looking into it would make his job anything but harder.>>18998603Possible, but to what end? Last I checked, the gov is fairly powerless in the Shadowrun world compared to corps and gangs, and with such a small-scale local election, why would they care so much? Besides, even if they did, a corp/mob would have enough resources that there's an easier way to rig an election, with less chance of getting caught. In addition, a good story keeps things concise and tight. Why introduce a new faction out of nowhere just for the sake of being convoluted? So far, that doesn't seem in keeping with TwoDee's GM.
>>18998691No, I mean they want her dead for another reason. Revenge because Daddy Fucked Up, or something like that.
>>18998255Flamethrower mounted in a cyberarm. Alternatively, a grenade launcher, and be pic related (though he used both, I guess?)
Question on the brother, though.If he's her brother, and she ain't married, why do they have different last names? Are they half-siblings, maybe? I mean, that's been bothering me this whole time.Unless, like, the brother is married and took his wife's name, or one of them's married/divorced but kept the other half's, or... I mean, yeah, there's ways, but it's something I woulda asked, you know? And I have the strange feeling it's gonna come back to bite Team Satan And America in the ass.
>>18999057Huh? They're both named Granger, what are you talking about? You mean the Mr. Johnson thing? In Shadowrun, as in William Gibson's cyberpunk setting, Mr. Johnson is the name used by all clients in order to preserve their anonymity and prevent the runner from blackmailing their Johnson. Even if the name is already known for other reasons, it's just the done thing to refer to them that way, as well as "Johnson" being the general term for a runner's client due to the tradition.
>>18999057Wait, so they are. For some reason I...Man, fuck, I dunno. This is what I get for going to bed, coming back this morning, and reading the other half. Everything gets jumbled. Ignore me.I still feel like there's some nigglingly obvious problem with the whole setup.
>>18999104Similarly, IRL patrons of whorehouses are referred to as "johns".
How many blades does Dervish have at this point, anyway? From the sound of it, he's got to have like ten of them all over his body or something.
What's the best way to make a ninja adept? I'm not sure which powers are actually useful, and which just look good or are overcosted.
Bumping because it pleases me, and what pleases me, also pleases /tg/.You can't stop the signal.
>>18999866Anyone?By 'ninja', I mean the sneaking and spotting parts, not throwing shurikens or swording. How do you stay hidden from spirits, for instance, when sneaking into a building?
>"You didn't think I'd forget about you, would you TwoDee?"
I'm going to be playing in my first Shadowrun game pretty soon and I could use some help with my street sam.I know who my character is, I'm just having a hard time with the mechanics, having never played before I don't know what is important.We're doing the standard 400 BP character generation and anything goes from all the splatbooks.Could anyone give me a few tips on must have augmentations and qualities or any general tips for playing/building a street sam?As for who I'm play, he is an anti-Aztechnology/Aztlan Terrorist fighting for a free Mexico. Currently he is in hiding out in northern Texas working as a short order cook at a Mexican themed Trog bar.The GM really liked my idea and ran with it so the game is going to be mostly about blowing up Aztechnology
>>19000285As with RL ninjas, staying hidden in the shadows isn't always the best way to enter somewhere you're not supposed to be. I could be better just to blend in and look like you belong there. No one is going to look twice at the pizza delivery guy, or the maintenance worker.Sometimes it might just be better to have everyone look the other way, while you sneak in behind their backs. Have your mage create a distraction to lure the spirits away and keep them busy (a common element in Storytime is spirit-weed).Not actually mechanics advice, I know. But just be sure your infiltrator is more than "hide and move silently".
>>19001504Well... give me a few more specifics. You want to be ranged or melee? How about subspecialties?
>>18999424He's got two elbow blades, two knee blades, two cyberspurs fluffed as two-part wolverine claws on each fist, and two foot blades. The elbow, knee, and foot blades all effectively run off the same rules, though; it's a matter of fluff.Also holy Jesus fuck my head.
>>19001556So much this. Far too many people assume the point of stealth is always to not be seen. Sometimes that's true, but trying that all the time is severely limiting. You can accomplish much more if you focus on the much more important aspect of not being NOTICED. Not being seen can accomplish that, but you'll get a shit-ton more done if people see you and just don't care. Matter of fact, the assumption people have about invisibility can help you. If somebody sees you trying to sneak around, they'll pay attention. If you aren't even trying to hide, people will notice that and go "He's acting like he belongs here. Guess he does."
>>19001828Ah, there's a point. I need to crack open the wine myself before bed.
>>19001855>>19001556So, anyone can be a ninja, with a clipboard in hand?
>>19001866Well, and the ability to be inconspicuous and blend into the corporate landscape, yeah.
>>19001866Take a look at (an episode of) Hustle or The Real Hustle to see what I mean. A little bit of misdirection, a little bit of knowing how people will react and a whole lot of confidence can get you places. A couple of examples:>Guy 'finds' a wallet in a restaurant (that he dropped there on purpose)>Asks people if it is their wallet>They say no>"What's your name?">"Bob">"I'm leaving now. I'll give this wallet to the staff at the register. If I say your name, raise your hand so they know where I found it.">Go to register>"Can you believe it? I ran in to my friends who will pay my whole dinner for me.">"Who are they?">"They're Bob and friends. They're at that table. Hey Bob!">Bob raises hand>Free mealOr the classic 'everybody obeys the police'>We are police on a special mission, give us the car! Call the number on this card to get it back later! Hurry hurry hurry!>We are the police, something got stolen, we have to take your stuff back to the shop.>Free car/stuff
>>19001866Basically, yeah. To put it another way, there are two major types of stealth. One is Sam Fisher from the Splinter Cell games/Garrett from the Thief series. The other is Agent 47 from the Hitman series.Say there's an active crime scene. You can sneak in and hope not to be spotted by any cops, or you can stride in, ask the rookie guarding the tape where the body is, and if he questions you, answer with an annoyed "You're right. I'm NOT supposed to be here. And yet, here I am. It's late, I'm tired, and I haven't had any coffee, and now I'm getting the third-degree from the new guy. I'm going to let this slide, but the sooner I see what there is to see, the sooner I can sleep. Now, where do I need to go?" No disguise, no badge, nothing, but if you played the role right, you're above suspicion.
>>19002012I now realize those two examples aren't very ninja. Basically what >>19002015 said so much better than me.
>>19002061Also, in Shadowrun, it would be pretty easy to find information. With just some public information, like who the managers are and who is responsible for what, you can look/sound like you fit in. If you have a halfway competent hacker on your team, who can 'make an appointment', getting into even the most heavily secured building can be trivially easy.
>>19001781I'd like to be capable of both but better at melee.I know Wired Reflexes, or some other augmentation that gives me more initiative passes, is a must for any Street Samurai.I'd rather not have too many Cyberlimbs and I'm partial to Troll or Ork but I'm open to other Metatypes.
>>19002162Managers nothing, just get the name of the security guy at the front desk. As a rule, people are forgetful and easily-embarrassed by it. If you run into someone who knows your name, most people would rather have their balls seared off than admit they don't remember the guy. A simple "Morning, Frank!" like you see him daily, and the security stooge will be so busy wracking his brain trying to remember who you are, it's right on the tip of his tongue, he swears, that you'll never be questioned.Once your past him, the flaw of a perimeter defense means that anyone who got inside is of course supposed to be there, otherwise how did they get in? As long as you fly casual and wear the dress code, you won't get a second look in the average office. People are oh-so-programmed by routine, and to know about social engineering is to be able to exploit it.
>>19002215Depends also, on how much kit you want to have as a part of you. Most people suggest cybereyes, but glasses/goggles + contacts will do the job basically as well and without diving into essence. Cyberears, however, allow much more stuff to be added than earplugs, and especially allow sonic dampeners.Platelet Factories or a Trauma Dampener, or even both (probably just the first), are basically a must.There's a head-mounted radar in the cyber headware part of Augmentation that rocks the socks off of any other detection method, but OTOH you might really piss your GM off.Cyberspurs are about the best damage method out there, barring maybe a combat axe, but guess which one is conspicuous and which one isn't?Reflex Recorders for the 1 or 2 most vital skills are relatively cheap extra dice, but don't get the skill group ones.Muscle toner is basically a must, to get your Agility racked up there--you need to hit things.Off the top of my head, the most vital.
>>19002303Alternatively, if you're trying to scope out a building, you might be able to get a free tour or something if you look like a student. Just say you're a university student doing research for a project on security systems/building design/whatever, make sure you look the part, and you'll be able to look around fairly unhindered. Even better, you can use the notebook you brought along to look the part to jot down details like locations of anything important.
>>19002532Notebook? Hah! This is Shadowrun, you should have at least one piece of equipment capable of A/V recordings and maybe even one to record EM waves, especially infrared, to see what buttons the tourguide pushed on the keypad.
>>19002532Depends on the building in question, a lot. Seems that there would be easier ways.
>>19002622True enough, I don't think any of us is saying that disguises and bullshit are the only way. There are plenty of times that invisibility is the only real option, it's just that it shouldn't be the only trick a stealth char has at his disposal.
>>19002656I have, in fact been making a character based primarily around bullshittery such as this. I was wondering if this would be a decent backstory for him:Joshua used to be a poor kid living in the slums. He wasn't that strong, or fast, or sneaky, but he was a fast learner. He panhandled, he fenced, he did all the jobs that no-one wanted to do, and over time, he learned how people work, what they notice, how they go about things. He learned that, if you seem to know what you're doing, no-one will question you. Later on, he bought some nice clothes from the Salvation Army, went to a college, learned to be a renissance man, or at least enough to look like one. Eventually, though, he found that he couldn't get anywhere relevant without the relevant diplomas and certificates, and turned to the shadows to help pay for his exams.
>>19002847I'm not that good at background, but that sounds about right. Something that maybe needs some more explaining is how he 'turned to the shadows'. How did he find a team? Who were/are his contacts? How does he combine school (a SIN?) and shadowrunning?
>>19002847Sounds good, although one wonders why he didn't just hire a forger/hacker to fake his degrees. Other than that, though, you've got the right idea. Like the guy upthread said, go watch a UK show called Hustle to get a feel for some common types of cons/scams, and you'll have a good feel for your character.
>>19003007Also, it's a very cool show. And I had trips and dubs in >>19003000 therefore I'm right.
We getting any more storytime with 2D awake again?
>>19003000For contacts I have a combination of various lowlifes he still keeps in touch with (dealers, fixers, bartenders, various people who know people) and a few more influential, lower-loyalty contacts like the secretary who owes him a favor or two and the mob boss he sometimes negotiates for.As for how he met the other runners, that'll come up as soon as I find a game, which is unlikely as I am in hillbilly hell, VA.>>19003007I just kind of assumed college degrees would be something that's hard to fake, though that is something to think about. Additionally, I am now torrenting Hustle.
If he gets fake degrees, it's just as easy that he decided to start running because he'd rather not earn money the slow way.
>>19003409Could be a matter of pride.
>>19003375Not hard: He grew up doing the crap work, running short-cons like crooked Find the Lady games for scratch, and now he wants to move up in the world. Time's come to step up his game, do some long-cons and make some real money. Running's a good way to make the real dosh, so if he can use his skills to do that, he will.
>>19003339I doubt TwoDee is very much awake from what he's posted so far. >>19003375Hotel concierges/receptionists would be good contacts too. I'd imagine one of his contacts was/facilitated his transformation into the world of shadows. But yeah, keeping some things open to coordinate with your group is a good idea.>As for how he met the other runners, that'll come up as soon as I find a game, which is unlikely as I am in hillbilly hell, VA.Aw, shucks. If I had any confidence in my own ability to actually stick with an online game, I would proposed a /tg/ shadowrun game. I think I've seen the idea thrown around in Storytime threads before.>I just kind of assumed college degrees would be something that's hard to fake, though that is something to think about. Additionally, I am now torrenting Hustle.It depends on who you show it to. I mean, most low-level jobs probably won't delve too deep in your history, so you can maybe even get away with just putting it on your resume (spelling?). Higher level jobs would probably put more value in your previous job experiences than in your degrees. Heck, if you do it right (and you're already a fast learner) you might not even need college at all. And if you're really, REALLY good, they might let slide the fact that you lied about going to college at earlier jobs if it does come up at a background check.I guess I'm saying, in a really long winded, roundabout way, what does your character want the degrees for? Say goodbye to the life of crime and work you way up in the world? Is running just a by-job or the larger part of you life? (I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be overly critic here. I've actually found that these sort of questions help flesh a character out.)
>>19003339>>19003646I am currently awake in the sense that a mollusk or barnacle is awake. Only my use of the phrase "I" in the last sentence reminds me that I am a thinking mind, a thing that has a sense of self and that does not merely exist to be acted upon by its environment.
>>19003714That sounds sufficiently deep and eloquent to justify:GIVE US MORE STORYTIME!(Nah, dude, just kidding. It's almost bedtime for me anyways. Good luck with your hangover!)
>>19003714GO TO BED. GET SLEEP.
>>19001504He crash landed in Texas on a meteorite, a refugee from his home planet of Mexico, on the run from Aztechnology assassins.Since birth has been trained, biologically engineered, and cybernetically enhanced for one purpose, to punch Fuckers.With state of the art skimmer technology enchanced with the power of celerity he rockets around the battlefield at over 100 kph. His bones are harder than titanium and his fists are lethal weapons in all 57 states.Someday he wishes to return home to liberate his people from the evil Aztlan overlords, but until then he remains in hiding, serving the cuisine of his home-world to the weary denizens of the SINless society. He is rocket powered justice. He is, the Mexican Meteorite.
>>19003646Honestly, I was planning on him to see running as a side-thing to facilitate his night classes, but come to enjoy the company of people who treat him as an equal, and possibly take on shadowrunning full time and become a mob boss' head adviser or somesuch.As for why he wants to have good credentials, he wants to be a big guy, someone who can't be pushed around. He'd much rather be starting as a manager than as a wageslave, but to bypass having to start from the bottom up, he needs some serious shit for his resume.
>>19003836That sounds cool enough. Although night classes and shadowrunning probably don't mix too well. Which, of course, only adds to the plot! The idea of slowly getting into shadowrunning full time is very cool as well. I likes it, I really does.
>>19003832YES>sector eqriawnCaptcha suggests he fight the horse-shifters of sector Equiran as his nemeses(sp?).
>>19003801AND THEN WAKE UP AND DELIVER MORE STORYTIMEDAMN YOUR CLIFFHANGER, 2D!
>>19000476TwoDee's not sapient right now, so I'll leave this in his stead.AUGH
So, question about Ally Spirits: what do you need to summon them? Is it possible to use a formula and just have Spirit Knack, or do you need to be a full blown magician?
>>18998514>oh hi, Delta-grade level 3 Synaptic Reflexes for 10BP>oh hi, geneware-has-no-grades and no-animal-has-4-IPOn the topic of infiltration, I like Artisan (Acting) as a backup for Disguise.
>>19005718>oh hi, geneware-has-no-grades and no-animal-has-4-IPMeh, awakened mongoose.
>>19005017Thank you. You have adequately represented the terror of the pile of semi-sentient fungus rooted on my bed that was once me.Augh. Bubbles. Augh.
>>19005844Are we talking harmonious colony of lichen working together, or Stephen King's Grey Matter-levels of living lumpfungus?
>>19005942Possibly Quatermass Experiment?
>>19005942I'm thinking that it's closer to the brainless Human Resources Department (otherwise known as "broccoli murder-dudes") from Nextwave.
>>19005844Uh-oh, sounds like you got the acme of hangovers, the dreaded Gremlin Boogie.Get thee to some Eggs Benedict and a DEEP glass of water. Also some ibuprofen. By their powers combined, you will be merely in slightly distracting amounts of pain as opposed to a gelatinous mass of existential suffering.
>tfw never drank
>>19006075For me a fist full of aspirin and all water I can chug before I pass out prevents all hangovers.That may be no help now but maybe it will prevent some pain next time.>>19003832>pic
>>18991236>>One of my own players in my currently-on-haitus netgame has a talismonger who's actually pretty cool. Of course, that's because the talismonger is his best friend, so...As said player in his on-haitus game with the best friend Talismonger, let me just say that Two-Dee's games are as awesome in real life as they are portrayed here.
>>19007110Thread's dead, baby. Thread's dead.
Nah, it's just sleeping/hung over.
>>19006236Oh, I do the same. But on occasion one'll get by me, and Eggs B. is on my list of awesome hangover breakfasts. It's just too tasty to let you concentrate on the pain.
>>19007423A gallon of coffee, some excedrin, and the greasiest food you can find, then smother it in green chili sauce (the food, not the coffee or excedrin). Caffeine and capsaicin. Works wonders.
>>19007169Bloodhound is the mage from my netgame (which I am currently not running due to time reasons, which my increasingly sporadic storytiming schedule is NOT AT ALL indicative of). He's kind of a bro (pic very related). He would get along really well with Bend and Dervish. Probably not with Wildcard. Absolutely not with Geppetto and 2D.The netgame is slightly more disjointed than this game because, frankly put, it was my first attempt at running Shadowrun and I don't have as encyclopedic a knowledge of the fluff as my GM or one of my players. For instance, the current run that they're on was, upon double-checking, a little too complex and not something that the corp would entrust a single team of Shadowrunners to, so I'm considering doing a widdle bit of retconning whenever we pick the game back up. But, I'm learning, and the game is still entertaining enough that it'll be worth storytiming when this storytime catches up to the present and thus I'm grasping for material.
>>19002215>>19001504Me again.Is Type O System worth the investment of nearly all my starting quality points?Thank you, 2D! These threads are the primary reason I'm getting to play Shadowrun.
>>19007512Soare you likeconscious enough for storytime now, omae?
>>19007853If you're a primary sammy, for the love of god, yes.>>19007968Not really. The majority of today has been spent biding time with my waking hours so that I don't fall asleep too early and wake up at like 4 in the morning. I should be going to bed soon.