This is a truly frightening tale. It really makes you
wonder how the Clueless think (it’s a proven fact that
they do, it’s just that their logic circuits seem to
have been rewired by a two year old on acid). The GM
who submitted this is deserving of our deepest
A pair of runners had been hired to ‘extract’ a
researcher from a corporate office park (small corp,
small building). One of them happens to be a chill
sneaky-silent type, with lots of grease and
connections. His pad is wired for sound proofing,
reinforced walls, the works, paranoid city. The other
member of the team is a raging death machine. He
lives in a cardboard box because no one seems to
notice when the homeless "disappear."
The run starts up as follows: after doing a bit of
legwork they come up with the plans for the building,
sec shifts, the works. Their decker contact has
‘arranged’ for the security desk cameras to be hit
with a looped image when the deed goes down, and the
chill chummer has all his grapple/climbing gear so
that he can go roofside and then drop in on the
victims office through a window (had a glass cutter as
well). The chill PC informs the death machine that he
needs someone to watch his back to make sure no one is
hanging around the building that isn’t a passer by.
The plan is underway. PC1 is on the roof about to
climb down to the targeted window, when the death
machine sees something ‘funny’ (actually it was just a
switch of shifts at the lobby info desk).
PC2: "I go back to the car"
GM: (to PC1) "OK, what are you doing?"
PC1: "I set my stealth line."
PC2: "I open the trunk and grab the assault cannon."
GM: "OK, you have it."
PC2: "I start shelling the building."
PC1: "What the &*!! are you doing?"
PC2: "Be quiet! Like I said, I start shooting the
GM: "OK, the building looks really torn up, the lobby
resembles a charnel house, and the building is
becoming structurally unsound (belt fed AC ammo has a
tendency to do this).
PC1: "I am outta here, leave the way I came up and
stay out of sight."
GM: "OK. Sirens are coming this way."
PC1: "I am hiding big time."
PC2: "I drop the cannon. Is there anything else
GM: "There is a bakery across the street."
PC2: "I go there."
PC1: "This isn’t happening…"
GM: "You walk into the bakery, the baker looks
terrified." (saw the whole thing)
PC2: "Sir, I would like a muffin."
GM: "ummm wha-wha-what tttype?’
GM: "OK" A Lone Star patrol officer enters the
bakery and approaches you. "I’d like to ask you a few
PC2: "I’m just eating a muffin."
GM: "Did either of you witness the shooting that just
PC2: "I lop his head off!"
GM & PC1: "You what?!?"
PC2: "I draw my combat ax and lop his head off."
GM: "OK… the decapitated Lone Star cop goes down and
you look up to see a number of other Lone Star
officers standing outside, watching this whole deal."
Needless to say, PC2 was arrested and thrown in the
back of a patrol vehicle. What makes this even worse
is that PC1 tries to go save his chummer (or
ex-chummer after this pooch screw) and sets up his
sniper rifle to take out the driver of the patrol
vehicle. Unfortunately, he Rule of One’s his shot,
blowing a back tire off the car, which skids out of
control into oncoming traffic, so instead of being
taken to a maximum security holding cell, PC2 ends up
in a maximum security hospital room.
Sparing the details, the escape that follows still
blinds me to this day, involving a hostage situation,
followed by a leap through a window of the 5th floor
of the hospital, the hijacking of an ambulance, and
more carnage than I would like to admit.
Karen - firstname.lastname@example.org