I did this with a d20 future character that I rolled 18 Str, 18 Con and 6 Wis for. Shit was indeed so cash. He carried at least three guns with him wherever he went; by the end of the game after looting old imperial ships (he was obsessed with restoring a dead high tech militaristic empire) he was carrying around the equivilant of a melta rocket launcher, melta gun, plasma gun, grenade launcher, and necron guass blaster.
He once got crushed delivering the final blow against a giant robot dragon (a corporate mascot); as the huge bulk fell towards him, he said "Thanks a TON" before being squashed. Amazingly, he survived. When he clambered out of the wreckage half an hour later, one of the other PCs asked how the hell he'd managed to survive getting out the wreckage. His response:
"It was heavy going"