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There we go, if the bloody wordfilter was going to permasage me again, it can't now.

Previous threads (except 3) here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=shadowrun+storytime

The usual caveat: Shadowrun Storytime doubles as a Shadowrun General, since we never talk about Shadowrun on /tg/, at least not as much as 40k or whatever WotC is shitting out today.

I find it mildly ironic that the 13th installment of Shadowrun Storytime was delayed for so long. Suffice to say, real life got in the way, and I hope you don't hold it against me. So, for those who need a refresher, Emily Granger, the girlfriend of Jonathan Riese, an up-and-coming local politician, was facing death threats. When the team put some investigation to it, they found that Riese's entire cabinet, from his 3 assistants to his secretary and campaign adviser, were in on it. This was right before the conspirators decided to go for broke and sick a local homeless man, "Red," swiftly identified as a dangerous cyberzombie, on the girl. The team rescued the girl, but Dervish got badly banged-up in the process.
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>>19350856

“I think it’s still behind us.”

Emily Granger, a polisci undergrad at Seattle U, had been repeating this phrase approximately once every five seconds for the last minute, in a half-catatonic state. Earlier in the day, she had been stopping by a frat party to curry favor for her boyfriend and political partner, Jonathan Riese, a grad student running for the local administrative coordinator position. Now she was in the fastest car in the greater Seattle Sprawl, with a bloodied, cybered-up orc spitting up teeth in the seat on one side of her and a pale, cold-looking albino elf on the other. In front of her were a man in a clown mask and a NASCAR-style crash suit and a man in a modern-day ninja suit. It was rather tough to see the fourth man, as the light seemed to refract around him.
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>>19350929

A homeless man who was also a robot had crashed through the ceiling and tried to kill her. The orc had saved her. That was why he was bloody. She remembered that now. These were shadowrunners. Shadowrunners had saved her life. Her repeated phrase switched to “Oh my god” as she tilted forward in her center seat, hyperventilating.

The man in the sinister-looking clown mask glanced into his rearview mirror.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, she’s going into shock. Geppetto, talk to the woman.”

The albino man glanced in Emily’s direction and scowled. He was very handsome. However, cruelty glinted in his red eyes, and little else. She wasn’t sure that she liked the albino man.

“Wildcard, I’ve got watchers on the thing and it’s still after us. It’s running right down the damn freeway like it knows where we are. If you don’t mind, I’m going to focus on keeping us all alive right now by slowing it down.”

The man in the clown mask cursed under his breath as the mage began making summoning gestures.

“How ‘bout you, Dervish?”

The big orc responded with a growl as he injected himself with a stim from a medpack attached to the seat in front of him.

“A little busy.”
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>>19351002

As if prompted, the distorted, transparent man peeled back his hood. He was an elf. An elf with a friendly face. She liked this man. He held her hand. His hand was partially see-through. The material covering it was rough. She felt like she was able to think clearly with him there. Not with the others. They were bad people, she could feel it. But he was okay. He wanted her safe.

“Hey, Emily? My name’s Sean. I need you to stick with us, okay? You’re going to be fine.”

Bend flinched slightly as the girl practically threw herself onto him, at least as much as she could manage through Wildcard’s myriad seatbelts. Wildcard yelled back to the team, over the roar of his engines as he accelerated,

“I think I’ve got a lock on some of the nodes on that thing, and it’s not stopping! It doesn’t have a vehicle though, that’s good! I’m thinking our first choice is to get out to sea!”

Geppetto asked, incredulous, as a fire spirit materialized behind the car to combat the incoming cyberzombie when it followed,

“You know how to drive boats!?”

“And fly helicopters.”

“Christ,” chuckled Dervish, “what did we ever need TwoDee for?”
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>>19351107

“What indeed,” said Wildcard, as he slammed down the Everett offramp and made for the docks. “Any of you have some buddies what would have a boat down here, now’s the time to pull in favors.”

Geppetto flipped out his commlink and called up Mars.

“Mars. Gonna make this quick. I’m in Everett. I need a boat.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Mars’ baritone sounded over the line.

“Mercury’s got a speedboat on Pier 15. He’ll send you a temporary access number but if you break it you’re paying for it, and he charges by the hour. What’s the need?”

“Escape, mostly.”

“Why is it always? Keep in touch, Tartarus.”

Geppetto clicked the clearance that appeared on his commlink, marking him as a “registered owner” of the boat, over to Wildcard.

“Alright, we’re due to the boat in 5 minutes,” noted Wildcard. Dervish asked,

“And about how long will it take the zombie to catch up?”

“Um…going by its trajectory, 7 minutes.”

Bend groaned.

“Well, this is going to be a swift and stress-free turnover.”
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>>19351206

The car screeched to a stop a block away from the pier. Wildcard activated the car’s countermeasures then hit the release button on his safety gear.

“We got a two-minute window, everyone! Bloody well move!”

Bend took Emily Granger by the shoulder and led her out of the car while Dervish set up a perimeter, now properly suited up in his milspec armor. As soon as everyone had their gear from the car (Dervish’s milspec armor, shotgun, and sniper rifle, Bend’s toys, Gepetto’s foci, and Wildcard’s machine gun and ballistic suit), the team began a tactical retreat toward the speedboat. There were faint destructive noise a few blocks away as the cyberzombie smashed past and over passing vehicles.

As the rest of the team sprinted for the speedboat, Dervish followed them slowly, back to them, facing the docks. Eventually, the monster came into sight.

Red had lost all of his rags by this point, and he wasn’t a pretty sight. Every one of his extremities was a cyberlimb, head included; he’d clearly taken so many blows to the cyberskull that all that was left of his flesh was an awkwardly-stretched, ill-fitting, and jaundiced face that seemed almost stapled to his metal skull. Somewhere beneath a titanium chest, a heart was still beating, kept alive by drug injections and electroshocks.
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The moment Dervish heard the scream of “WILLEEEEEEEE,” he opened fire. Red took 3 APDS rounds to the chest and didn’t even slow down as he lunged for Dervish, denting Dervish’s faceplate with a terrifyingly powerful blow.

“GO! GO! FUCK!”

Dervish beat the cyberzombie off of him with the butt of his shotgun as the rest of the team started the speedoat and began pulling out of the harbor. He swung his shotgun like a man possessed, alternating between shooting and melee wherever Red left him an opening. However, no matter how many rounds he unloaded into the zombie or how many times he slammed into him with his armored fists, Red kept coming, screaming back up, raining merciless blows on the already-wounded Dervish.

“TALK WILLY WHY WON’T YOU TALK.”

Suddenly, Red seemed to stop. He looked up, his damaged cybereyes squinting and swiveling. And then he leapt over Dervish, flying towards another target. It was Emily Granger, standing on the docks, her arms spread wide, resigned. Dervish screamed,

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET BACK TO THE—“

And then one of Red’s fists slammed into Emily’s chest with a sickening crunch noise.
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>>19351344

“Dervish! Over here!”

Dervish looked onto the water to see the team about 15 feet off of the docks. Emily Granger sat, unharmed but shocked, in the back, while Bend and a manifested spirit that resembled a Buddhist monk maintained some sort of spell. Geppetto yelled,

“They’ll only maintain the illusion for so long! Jump!”

Dervish didn’t need to be told twice. Activating his skimmer disks, he threw himself off the docks, landing on the back of the boat and causing it to dip wildly. Wildcard threw the speedboat into full throttle, powering away from the docks. From the dockyard, there was a betrayed wail of despair as the cyberzombie sped after the boat. However, by the time it could attempt a jump, the boat was already 30 feet out.

“WILLEEEEE NOOOOOO! WE JUST STARTED TALKING.”

Dervish yelled across the gap,

“I’M NOT WILLY.”

The zombie projected, its vocal chords long since replaced by synthesized sound,

“YES YOU ARE. YOU AND ME AND ALL THE OTHER WILLIES. YOU’RE NOT FULL THOUGH. YOU DIDN’T END UP LIKE THEM. DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WILLY. DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!”

Bend put a hand on Dervish’s shoulder.

“Any idea what he’s talking about, big man?”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t want to stick around. Gun it.”

“Any idea where we’d be safe?”

Dervish and Geppetto exchanged looks. Geppetto suggested,

“Well, one idea. You know how to get to the Vancouver wildlife preserve?”
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>>19351561

Wildcard looked at Geppetto blankly. Of course, with a mask, it’s hard not to look “blankly.”

“We’re hiding out amongst the animals?”

“Not animals,” said Dervish, examining the dents in his armor, “friends.”

As the speedboat pulled up on the beach, Wildcard took a gander at the small family of sasquatches gesturing them in.

“You have to be kidding me.”

“Met them during a drug deal gone wrong,” said Geppetto, smugly. “I think they’ve got a house around here somewhere.

It wasn’t a house so much as a cabin with an adjoining tower build around the trees, but the Sasquatch family, five of them in total, lived in relatively good circumstances. They had wireless, a few game consoles, hot and cold running water, and a trid. All things considered they lived about as well as any of the runners, maybe a little better. One of the sasquatches, in an apron, cooked up some ravioli for the family and their “guests.” Wildcard played a little bit of Miracle Shooter with the 2 younger sasquatch kids. Emily became increasingly more and more wierded out as the team of hardened criminals interacted cordially with a bunch of Chewbaccas. All things considered it was a fairly pleasant night.

Well, until one of Bend’s spy toys, a signal scanner, picked up the signal of a tactical network approaching the island, obvious against the lack of signals elsewhere on the island.
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“We got a problem. Wildcard, you wanna throw a sniffer up?”

Wildcard set his internal commlink to scanning, and eventually zeroed in on incoming traffic.

Namely, instructions from Mr. Johnson, who incidentally had the same comm code as Jonathan Riese. It was made clear that “Emily Granger must be captured, such that her death can be made to look like a political killing.”

“Well, that’s one question answered. Next question: they’re coming in fast on a speedboat. Got a shaman, an assault rifle adept, a melee sammy, a rigger, and an infiltrator. How we wanna handle this?”

Dervish groped for his sniper rifle.

“I’m thinking overwhelming force.”

Bend glanced over at Emily, who appeared to be on the verge of a panic attack.

“Considering she’s target number one and they have an infiltrator, do you think we should find another place for her to hide?”

Geppetto, grinning at the prospect of an imminent fight, activated his foci.

“Like where? It’s a forest, Bend. I’m thinking we just kill them all quickly.”

There was a guttural call from the father sasquatch, as a guidance spirit appeared in the middle of the room. It resembled an ancient, wizened tree, reminiscent in some ways of an elderly man. As it drew its hands apart, a portal appeared, with a verdant, impossibly green landscape behind it. Geppetto gawked.

“You have got to be kidding me.”
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>>19352051

Bend looked at the sasquatch.

“You’re a druid?”

The sasquatch nodded proudly. Geppetto offered,

“And a powerful one at that, if he can make metaplanar portals. Well, no sense looking the gift horse in the mouth. Let’s get the two of you in there, Bend.”

“Wait, you’re sending me in?”

“And not risking her getting lost forever in the metaplanes, yeah. In you go!”

Bend gulped, took the girl by the shoulders, and jumped into the portal. The spirit closed it behind them.

Dervish, Geppetto, and Wildcard exchanged looks. Wildcard was in a full suit of ballistic SWAT armor, painted up in red and white like his mask. He clutched his highly-modified Ares HVAR, essentially a futuristic Chicago Typewriter. Dervish was in his Iron Patriot suit and wielding his sniper rifle, and Geppetto, though merely in his black Actioneer Business Line suit, was flanked by a cadre of giggling, menacing-looking spirits. The father sasquatch produced a compound bow, evidently quite keen on protecting his home.

“So,” said Wildcard, “plans?”

Geppetto gestured to his water spirit, an amalgamated piscine horror made of fins, tentacles, eyes and scales.

“I’m thinking we drown them, Dervish takes potshots into the water, and you gun down everything that makes it to shore.”

“I like this plan.”
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>>19352162

The enemy running team was about 30 feet from shore when it came. A shadow in the depths, then a pair of sinister black tentacles creeping up the side of the boat, and then a loud crunch as the spirit dragged the speedboat down into the depths. As the rigger abandoned ship, he took a sniper shot square between the eyes and began floating face-down out to sea.

The rest of the enemy team, dog-paddling in the water, suddenly realized just how fucked they were.

“SPLIT,” cried the shaman, as he cast a fly spell and lifted out of the water. An arrow flashed into the water and then exploded with the force of a grenade, sending their infiltrator pinwheeling out of the water, trailing blood. As the shaman fled for the air he saw a pale man in a suit flying for him like a bat out of hell, and then his head ruptured as a powerbolt blasted him into oblivion. The adept and sammy dropped their guns and swam for their lives, which didn’t help the sammy overmuch as another two sniper shots had him sinking like a stone, falling into the jaws of the water spirit.

The panicked adept made shore, scrambling onto the sand for her life. She saw the tree-line, and began sprinting, hoping to reach cover.

She never made it, as a spray of automatic fire took her legs out from under her. Gasping in pain, she continued to crawl for the trees as a man in a SWAT suit and a clown mask approached her.

“Nothing personal, lass. Just business.”

The rattle of gunfire on the beach signaled the end of the team’s opposition.
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>>19352268

The team converged triumphantly back at the sasquatches’ cabin.

“That wasn’t very long at all,” chuckled Wildcard. “Bend’s probably going to wonder why we sent him on a four-minute vacation.”

“Yeah, if he hasn’t already escaped to somewhere else, the weasel,” smiled Dervish. “Come on, let’s open it up.”

The druidic spirit nodded slowly, before opening the portal up again.

And out tumbled Bend and Emily, giggling and groping at each other, buck-ass naked but for hemp skirts and floral wreaths. They squirmed around on the floor, alternately tickling, kissing, and embracing each other. Bend looked up to make eye contact with his shocked teammates, and his normally-reserved face melted into a massive ear-to-ear grin.

“Hey,” said Bend, his eyes dilated, “It’s my friends! Hi, friends!”

Emily clutched Bend into a big hug, squealing happily as she imitated Bend’s voice.

“Hi, friends!”

Dervish and Wildcard stared.

“What…what the fuck?”

Only Geppetto understood what had happened, and buried his face in his palms.

“Metaplanar time dilation. God fucking dammit.”
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>>19352370

“It was beautiful,” said Bend, spreading his arms wide. “As beautiful as Emily.”

“No, you’re beautiful!”

Geppetto, Wildcard, and Dervish looked between the 50-something elf and the 18-year-old girl with disbelief. Wildcard hazarded,

“So have you two, uh…”

“In the druidic metaplanes, love is free, man.”

“Dear God.”

Bend stood up and pulled a hemp sack out of the portal before it closed up.

“So, I kept, like, all my stuff. Because there were, like, runners, or something? I don’t even remember, it’s been like half a year.”

“It’s been five minutes, Bend.”

Bend’s eyes unfocused.

“It has been? Far out!”

Wildcard brought up a few AR windows.

“…So, if you all don’t mind, I’m going to send Riese’s messages to Knight Errant, let them handle this mess. All in favor?”

Geppetto and Dervish nodded frantically as a flower fell off Bend’s wreath, causing him to shed a single tear at the preciousness of life.
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>>19352268
No capturing, and interrogating?

Such a shame. I'm kind of a fan of the interrogation scene.

Also, Shadowrun storytime FUCK YEAH!
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>>19352564

Jonathan Riese was busted for conspiracy to murder (and his thugs of attempted murder) by Lieutenant Pete Fisher of Knight Errant, one of TwoDee’s favorites within Ares Seattle. He was selected for the tip-off because of his wildly inappropriate use of violence in the field and his complete and utter corruption. Seeing Riese’s teeth being beaten out of his face on live television (ARES: COPS) was more than a little cathartic, especially for Emily Granger.

Bend was about to give his life some serious thinking over, until a strange woman made of starry void appeared to him in a dream, speaking in the voice of the lover whom he had once lost to an Aztechnology raid. She encouraged him to engage in whatever acts felt right to him, to abandon society and practice what he pleased.

He responded to his new mentor spirit’s urgings by continuing to pork a woman three and a half decades his junior, whose polisci projects began taking a radically liberal environmentalist bent for some reason that no one in her class could quite figure out. He began to suspect that maybe he was a mildly hypocritical Buddhist.

Wildcard, Dervish, and Geppetto had no major life-changing five-month-long metaplanar experiences. Unsurprisingly. They began to be a little weirded out by Bend, for obvious reasons.
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>>19352564
>>19352370
>OHMYSIDES.JPG

That is fucking hilarious. Totally came out of left field, I was NOT expecting that.

A+ for AWESOME.
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>>19352649
Did you ever find out WHY they wanted to kill her, and why they sent notes first? Feels like we're missing chunks of the script here.
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>>19352615

We would normally have captured one of them, but we already had everything we needed from their comm traffic to implicate Riese, and didn't want to take chances. In case you're wondering, his plot was basically The Smiler's plot from Transmetropolitan: he was a sociopath who got close to people and would then off them for voter sympathy. Of course, he was at a much lower power level than The Smiler.

>>19352649

Jonathan Riese was busted for conspiracy to murder (and his thugs of attempted murder) by Lieutenant Pete Fisher of Knight Errant, one of TwoDee’s favorites within Ares Seattle. He was selected for the tip-off because of his wildly inappropriate use of violence in the field and his complete and utter corruption. Seeing Riese’s teeth being beaten out of his face on live television (ARES: COPS) was more than a little cathartic, especially for Emily Granger.

Bend was about to give his life some serious thinking over, until a strange woman made of starry void appeared to him in a dream, speaking in the voice of the lover whom he had once lost to an Aztechnology raid. She encouraged him to engage in whatever acts felt right to him, to abandon society and practice what he pleased.

He responded to his new mentor spirit’s urgings by continuing to pork a woman three and a half decades his junior, whose polisci projects began taking a radically liberal environmentalist bent for some reason that no one in her class could quite figure out. He began to suspect that maybe he was a mildly hypocritical Buddhist.

Wildcard, Dervish, and Geppetto had no major life-changing five-month-long metaplanar experiences. Unsurprisingly. They began to be a little weirded out by Bend, for obvious reasons.
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Yeah, sorry. I covered it last post, but to expand upon it, we basically plumbed the dead runners for all we could, and with the hacked phones from earlier we were able to put together the picture: Riese was a little worried that the election forecasts between him and Carmichael were so even and, being a charismatic sociopath, he decided to off his girlfriend--whom he really only had for appearances, anyhow--for sympathy votes. The three frat-boy thugs were basically just that--hired thugs, while the secretary was in on it because Carmichael seduced her and poisoned her against Granger.

>>19352747

It was another few weeks before the team got their next call from Brianna McCreary, urging them to come in to the Faulty Bar. The team came in on a humid September day, sitting around Brianna’s desk. She finally had her nexus in, behind the desk, and AR windows buzzed about her head.

“So, we’ve got three jobs in for you boys. And they all revolve around the Metroplex Prison on sixth avenue and spring.”

Geppetto blinked.

“Are these jobs we can all do at the same time?”

“Well, two of them seem to be on the market as exactly opposed. Basically, one faction wants a prisoner sprung, one faction wants him kept in and is aware of the escape attempt, and one faction wants a message delivered.”

“Huh.” Wildcard fiddled around with a few AR bubbles carrying news stories, looking for info on the prison. “Who’re the Johnsons?”

“Message Johnson is an Ancient. I think he’s got a brother behind bars, wants to give him something to help escape. I don’t know the identity of the man inside for the other two Johnsons, but the one keeping him in is a Yak and the one springing him out looks to be a corper. High-class, too. This is probably a feeder job for later work.”
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>>19352747

Interesting Scheme. And it would have worked too, if not for those meddling shadowrunners.

Ever find out what happened to the Cyberzombie?
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>>19352825
The good-old Vizzini Special, huh? Got to love the classics.
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you owe me a new face, I broke mine smiling when I saw this thread
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>>19352829

No, actually, although he indirectly became more important later as a sign of things to come. Notice how he fixated on Dervish?

>>19352825

The team all looked at each other, and reached an accord.

“The Ancients thing sounds a little small-time for us. Delegate it to one of your other teams, maybe a newer one. We’re going to work for the corper.”

“Very well. I’ll let him know you’re coming. The meet will be held tomorrow at 8 at the Purple Haze nightclub.”

The Purple Haze was a midclass rock and roll nightclub, nowhere near the level of Penumbra, and miles below, say, Dante’s Inferno. Considering that the Johnson was a high-level corper, the message was fairly clear: “Very well. I’ll let him know you’re coming. The meet will be held tomorrow at 8 at the Purple Haze nightclub.”

The Purple Haze was a midclass rock and roll nightclub, nowhere near the level of Penumbra, and miles below, say, Dante’s Inferno. Considering that the Johnson was a high-level corper, the message was fairly clear: this was very lowly for him, and clearly whatever jobs awaited the team in the future from this Johnson would be more important than this one.
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>>19352862
And perhaps inevitably, the girl fell for the masked Man in Black. Funny how these things work out.
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The Johnson was a generically handsome human with striking blue eyes, wearing a navy blue suit with a matching tie. He fit the Hollywood impression of the “corp Johnson” to a T.

“Gentlemen. Sit down, sit down. I suppose you’ve been briefed?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnson,” said Geppetto with a grin, “and we’re in. Just let us know who we need to spring.”

Wildcard and Bend watched quizzically as an AR window popped into the space in front of them. There was a mugshot of a bloodied Japanese elf, his torso bandaged from gunshots. He glared at the camera with a frown that was more betrayed and hurt than angry.

Geppetto gurgled a little. Dervish choked on his drink and began coughing loudly.

“The target’s name is Jo Sekigahara, codename ‘Trout.’ “

>SHADOWRUN STORYTIME 13/END
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>>19352930

I'm just going to wait for the reactions to this one for a little while. Incidentally, I'll still stick around, but Dervish's player wants to run me, the GM, Geppetto's player, and two other friends through the D&D Next playtest.

As per usual, SHADOWRUN GENERAL AND STORYTIME DISCUSSION
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>>19352930

>“The target’s name is Jo Sekigahara, codename ‘Trout.’ “

Fuuuu-

You have got to be shitting me.
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>>19352996
If you have the playtest pdf, care to share it with us, your loyal fans?
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>>19352930
Oh my. This should be unpleasant for someone. Can't wait.
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>>19352930
>codename ‘Trout.'

I have no words or reaction picture appropriate enough
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>>19353031

I'll see if I can get Dervish to toss some of them my way. I think it's 11 files in total though, which would make putting them up on mediafire kind of a chore.
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IT'S ABOUT GODDAMNED TIME, TWODEE
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>>19353123
Will this suffice? Hell, I'm surprised his evil grins aren't more common reaction images.
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>>19353127
Wouldn't putting the multiple files into a folder, and then zipping the folder into a .rar work? If you can, that'd be awesome man, if not we still love you for the storytime.
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>>19353213

Ah. Clever. I've got an email from him with the material somewhere, I think, so let me do just that.
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>>19353213

I was about to toss it up on rapidshare when I realized that it's already on there, already posted by another channer. Here:

https://rapidshare.com/#!download|206p10|2019077717|Next_Playtest.zip|5737|R~F0C0AB2959D8909CECA6338
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>>19353298
Awesome. Thanks man, I love you for it. Now time to go playtest this with my friends.
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My first live Shadowrun Storytime! Exciting shit.
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What books would be good if I wanted to read up on Japan or Texas in Shadowrun. I've got some NPCs to write up from there and I realized I don't know a heap about them other than 'Racism'
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Posting in an epic Shadowrun thread, You have made my night 2D. I pronounce you both a gentleman and a scholar
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>>19353381

Texas, I'm not sure, but Neo-Tokyo is covered in Corporate Enclaves and the three Japanese Megas are all expanded upon in Corporate Guide. The Yakuza is covered extensively in Vice,and there's like one Japanese street gang in that crappy "10 Gangs" supplement but at that point you're grasping at straws. Definitely check out the first 3 books, though.
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>>19353458

Glad you liked it! It's good to be back. That said there may be another while before the next thread; I've got finals this week and next, and then I'm going out-of-town on vacation.
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TwoDee, will you marry me?
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Fuck year, Shadowrun Storytime!
And I seriously did not expect that twist. Trout returns, hahaha!
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>>19353703

I'm not sure my girlfriend would approve!
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>>19353381

You could always make stuff up based on the real world and Shadowrun fluff. Most things don't seem to have changed a whole lot.
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>>19353773

Here's what little I can glean about Shadowrun Texas from random sources like the Sixth World Almanac:

>Posses and militias are a legal form of law enforcement again
>Had a bunch of detention camps for metahumans back when orc apartheid was a thing. Apologized for this with a bunch of affirmative action, prompting the founding of a lot of human supremacist groups, including Humanis and the Sons of Alamo.
>Seceded from the UCAS with the CAS, was promptly attacked by Aztlan, who took control of the state up to Austin. Since Austin is a literal battleground, the capital is now Dallas--Fort Worth
>Seceded from the CAS since the CAS didn't want to help them take the south back
>Failed, was annexed by the CAS again, reached peace with Aztlan
>Home of the Lone Star AA, which is the world's second-largest PMC after Ares' Knight Errant, and definitely well-known.

Hmm. Wondering how I'd extrapolate from this.
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>>19354001

Thanks. The NPC is supposed to be a former Texas Ranger, so that all helps. Hates the Azzies (Likely took part in the war), bit racist towards orks.
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>>19354001

There's also some more information in the recent SPY GAMES supplement about Texas, if you're interested.
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>>19352874

Woah, just realized how that post got cocked up. There's a whole redundant middle paragraph in there.
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>>19354631

Ah, nice. Thanks.
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Hooray! I've been looking forward to more storytime for a while. So glad you posted, TwoDee!

Your storytimes urged me to whip my gaming posse into starting an SR game over Skype...and also rather irresponsibly purchase all the core books in hardcopy. :3 Gotta support that FLGS.

The character I'm going to be running is a former combat engineer who Awakened fairly late in life to a great deal of magical power. Any suggestions for this spell list?

Armor
Glue Strip
Heal
Increase Reflexes
Knockout
Levitate
Magic Fingers
Orgasm (gotta have SOME fun)
Physical Barrier
Shape Earth (wondering if shape plascrete/concrete or something would be better?)
Smash ( main damage spell, which is Lightning Bolt but changed to do Blast element damage)
Turn to Goo

Picture is what a good friend made for me for my first character idea, a Jewish Troll Azzie summoner.
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>>19355478

Might be a few too many spells, honestly. IIRC, there is a limit on how many you can start with.
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>>19355518
IIRC it's double either your Spellcasting or Ritual Spellcasting skill, whichever is higher. Starting with a six.
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>>19355478

Armour is seriously over-drained from what I recall. Just get real armour.
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>>19355617

Seconding this. Armor is a useless, useless spell. Turn to Goo, Improved Reflexes, and Orgasm are all great choices, though (seriously, Orgasm is one of the best stunning spells in the game). Double check to see if you have anything that can hurt spirits, also (I think Knockout might, but why not take stunbolt?).

Glue strip is kind of meh, unless your plan hinges on sticking something to a ceiling you have better options.

Physical Barrier and Shape Stone are kind of weird choices. Interesting utility. You probably don't need both of them, though, though one would serve you well.
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>Trout
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffff he's back

>SRGeneral

There any sourcebooks that show anything about the CAS in detail? Specifically Atlanta? I kinda want to run a game in some Familiar Territory to my group, adn we're all from Georgia.
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>>19355775

This anon--

>>19354631

--mentioned SPY GAMES. I double checked and it does have a pretty extensive CAS section. You could also check the Sixth World Almanac.
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>>19355753
>seriously, Orgasm is one of the best stunning spells in the game

Why is this, mechanically speaking?
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I gotta ask, are you the same guy who posted on Dumpshock months ago? I kept looking forward to more posts, but none ever came. Glad you posted it elsewhere so I could finish reading it.
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>>19356240

First off, the drain is practically negligible. (F/2)-2 is easy peasy as far as drain resistance is concerned.

Secondly, it imposes a -1 dice pool penalty for every net hit. It doesn't actually do stun damage, so you can't cause a guy to fall unconscious from it, but considering that damage only imposes a -1 penalty per every 3 boxes of damage, orgasm is way more efficient. Plus, enemies with implants like pain editors and platelet factories can resist damage, and some other damage spells can even be resisted with armor. Orgasm just straight up bypasses all of that and imposes a penalty. And if you really need to knock him out, you can just wail on him with a stick while he comes violently all over everything, barely able to resist you.
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>>19356348

I have a dumpshock account but I barely use it. Name of TwoDee, go figure. I didn't post any storytiman on dumpshock, though.
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>>19356380
http://forums.dumpshock.com/index.php?showtopic=34995

Someone did. And I enjoyed it. A lot.
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>>19356417

Ah! Yeah, Bugfoxmaster is my GM. He's kind of straight-laced so he prefers not to use 4chan, but he's fairly proficient on dumpshock.
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>>19356437

He also prefers when I write about games because, and I quote, "[TwoDee]'s better at telling stories."

I'm not going to lie, I omit random side runs and bits of combat minutae for a more streamlined story. This is basically Our Shadowrun Campaign: The Movie Version, in the words of Bend's player.
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>>19356363
>Orgasm mechanics

Would you say that the "if hits > Willpower, disable target" optional ability is balanced? I'm wary of accidentally creating the Pornomancer. I mean, if my ex-combat engineer ends up manifesting as EL SEXBLASTER, then I guess I can roll with it, but that's not what I've got in mind.
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>>19357244

It's very powerful. More powerful, honestly, than a stunbolt.
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YES!! YES YES YES YES! OHGODYES!

brb need new pants
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I usually need a fairly thick book to make my desk level.

Thanks to TwoDee, I can do it with my boner!
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I am a big idiot, please no one listen to me
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>>19357244
You do realize you can change the flavour of spells, right?


I mean, instead of orgasms, blissful euphoria, crushing depression, mild seizures, or just some kinda shroom-trip-like effect seem like viable alternative descriptors (from what I remember of the spell)
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>>19360999

Actually, Bend has Stink, except he uses the Orgasm rules for it because orgasm is better than stink (they're basically the same except for that bomb-ass incapacitation optional rule).

That said, orgasm is just way more entertaining than ordinary blissful euphoria. No one had orgasm in Shadowrun Storytime (aside from the formerly mentioned homebrewed Stink), but in a prior game set in London, GMed by another guy, Shadowrun Storytime's GM, our mage, used orgasm and alter memory so prodigiously that the combo became known as "Plan B."

I guess it would have been way easier to refer to the GM there as BugFoxMaster, huh.
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>>19363038
>, our mage, used orgasm and alter memory so prodigiously that the combo became known as "Plan B."

"Okay, so we knock everyone else, spread booze everywhere, set the trashcan on fire, and make everyone cum buckets. No one will suspect we were here"

And later on the news "This is the 57th case of black out orgies amongst security personnel"
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>>19364288

Essentially, yes, exactly that.

We're not exactly proud, but it was too effective not to use, especially during the missions on the Paris club scene.
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YA DONE GOOFED BUT YOU SPOTTED IT

Hilarious.

Our own first run to retrieve what other runners made off with when they were hired to retrieve it in the first place, and kill them, went off without a hitch.
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No one has anything else? I keep trying to promote thinking up infected character ideas / builds, but the thread usually 404s before I get back to it.


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