Yeeeeeeees. Wish I hadn't missed the first thread.

>>18237435

Some of you will not know very much about Shadowrun, or have a very distinct preference against it, considering it is basically a mish-mash of Gibson and Tolkein that is, at best, schizophrenic. To these people I say, Shadowrun may not be your bit, but to rage at a weeaboo is universal.

For this run, we ("we" consisting of 2D the channer with the internet brain, Dervish the orc with armblades and rocket legs, and DeadMan the That Guy infiltrator) were alerted that we'd have a little bit of extra help, in the form of an additional hired-on runner named Geppetto (!). If all went well, we could gauge him for use as magical support on the team, which Danny felt we could use. By this point DeadMan had identified himself with the team as well (no matter how much we tried to distance ourselves) so we were stuck with him.

The Johnson was a barrens drug dealer, who had gotten a new chem cocktail out of an Ares lab and wanted to try it out before he paid for more. Rather than trying it out himself (don't mix business with pleasure), he was selling it to a client. The job was to oversee the drug deal, then follow the client and report the effects of the drug.

The barrens, you see, are a shitty part of town. A really shitty part of town. Do you think your city has shitty parts of town? Do those parts of town have walls that separate the gangers from the "civilized" people outside, ghouls that eat human flesh and sell the organs on the black market, snuff film studios, bug monsters that eat you from the inside out, and ghosts made out of radiation? I thought not. I repeat, the barrens are a really, REALLY shitty part of town.

Therefore, the team understandably geared up a little bit before they decided to take the plunge.

>>18237521

The gearing up turned out to be a good idea, since the team must have killed at least a dozen gangers on the way in. When people have an overabundance of guns and a lack of, say, medicine, food, and pants, shit tends to get desperate. After a while, the team noticed that ghouls were following the stepvan to capitalize on the bodies being left behind. Smart move on the ghouls' part. We didn't confront them now, but it wasn't the last we'd see of them.

Geppetto introduced himself to the team on equal terms as a runner, which basically means well-meaning paranoia. Dervish trusted him pretty straight-off, as did DeadMan (who had at this point been inadvertently taught that he could try to sell his team's dox to the enemy and still get a full share of the haul, our bad), but 2D and Geppetto had a few trigger-finger-twitching moments before they cooled off. That's what happens when you stick a black-hat hacker and a black mage together in the same room without a proper introduction, I guess.

After all four teammates had rendezvoused at the bar in the barrens (it was a real shithole, although that's kind of an informed quality in the barrens), they made to introduce themselves to the Johnson. He told them that the client would arrive in about 30 minutes, and he was an Amerind shamanic adept from the Native American Nations.

Also, he was a troll.

>>18237673
Shit man. Reminds me of my runner. Half Native American adept of the gunslinger variety. If you finish up, I can tell a That DM story or two about that campaign.

>>18237673

Dervish's player, at this point, needed to bounce for a frat meeting, so Dervish took his place at the Johnson's side to run his security for the night. The rest of us took a table (well, a bench and a box, really) as a comically gigantic troll wearing shamanic fetishes strolled through the door. After a brief discussion with the Johnson and the palming of some cash into the smaller man's hands, the Johnson handed the troll a diamond-tipped (bastard had orthoskin, too!?) syringe filled with a bright, candy-red liquid.

Nothing good is ever bright candy red.

The troll disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to, erm, "freshen up." After a lot of encouraging, Trout finally agreed to shadow the target, which is kind of the entire point of an infiltrator, but fuck if he'd do his one job.

Trout amazingly did not cock up his startlingly low infiltration roll, and sidled up alongside to find the troll doing a line of coke off of a dirty toilet seat. The troll then proceeded to produce ANOTHER syringe, this one looking to be filled with morphine, and injected it into his arm. He then speedballed this with MORE coke, took a literal handful (and troll hands are the size of a dinner plate) of pills, and injected the red liquid into his other arm.

This was when we began to suspect that the night was going to get eventful.

>>18237737

I can probably get to the part where we, erm, got RID of Trout, at the very least, tonight. From that point on, the stories are less Shadowrun That Guy Storytime than just Shadowrun Storytime.

>>18237773

2D ran to get the truck warmed up as Geppetto popped in the back. DeadMan followed the troll out, and then the team vehicularly shadowed the troll down the dirt road. The troll seemed to be getting more and more excited, his face slowly contorting in a manic grin as he hummed chipperly to himself. His steps picked up pace as he began jogging with an almost dancing spring. This all changed when the troll was accosted by two AK-wielding gangers who wanted his fancy leather jackets.

With one swing, the troll's fist went literally clean through a ganger's torso. Like, his ribcage caved in one blow, then all his internal organs, then his spine. With a ganger dangling from one arm, the troll then grabbed the other by the neck and began to eat his face in long, messy bites, shaking his jowls back and forth like a dog and trailing face-meat and eyeball goo everywhere.

2D was the first to speak, and he spoke well.

"Jesus flipping shit dicks!"

>>18237844

Moving like a puppet with its strings attached to a bottle rocket, the troll hurled himself bodily in the direction of a nearby slum, frothing violently and trailing blood (some his own, some the ganger's) from every orifice on his face. His vocalizations quickly went from metahuman to animal, and he screeched like some ancient, majestic ape as he crashed through a shantytown and landed on a gigantic, troll-sized motorbike. As he drew a combat axe from the side of the motorbike and revved its engines, Geppetto screeched for 2D to "DRIVE, MOTHERFUCKER DRIVE!"

2D did not need further encouragement.

The troll burst out of the shantytown at top speed, swinging his combat axe at random passers-by with the force of a mack truck. Dismembered body parts flew about the barrens to the tune of motorcycle engines and human anguish, marking a marginally more violent day than usual as far as the neighborhood is concerned.

2D took a brief moment to look at the orc's trajectory, and then his face paled.

"He's headed right for downtown."

>>18237922

If you could imagine the whole next segment set to either Yakety Sax or Motorhead's "Ace of Spades," that'd be great.

2D stuck his machine sprite (the same one from the Bojack gunfight earlier; he'd registered it) in charge of driving, and began focusing on the troll's nodes. It turned out the adept was also pretty heavily cybered, and moreover had an implanted commlink that networked to a bunch of his implants. Idiot move, and if push came to shove 2D could probably capitalize on it.

With the team freed up from driving, they could freely take in the situation at hand.

DeadMan: "What!?"
Geppetto: "MOVE HACKER FUCKING MOVE THE TRUCK"
2D: "AAAAH I'M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN OH BALLS OH MAN OH SHIT IT'S NOT MY FAULT THIS PIECE OF SHIT CAN'T GO AS FAST AS COKEZILLA'S MOTORCYCLE"
Geppetto: "Is that a Lone Star siren?"
2D: "NO PIGS! NO! STAY AWAAAAAY!"
Geppetto: "YOU CANNOT SAVE THEM NOW! KEEP YOUR DISTANCE!"
2D: "WHAT THE FUCK THOSE CRUISERS HAVE BULLETPROOF GLASS YOU CAN'T PUNCH THROUGH THAT"
2D: "WHAT IS HE DOING WHAT IS HE DOING WITH THE COP"
Geppetto: "OH GOD HE'S KEELHAULING HIM"
2D: "JESUS FUCK I'M GOING TO BE SICK IT'S LIKE A DUDE CHEESE GRATER"
DeadMan: "Guys, I could take potshots at him! If I lean out the window I'm pretty sure I can get him!"
Geppetto and 2D (in unison): "NO!"

Dervish, meanwhile, sipped bears and made friendly chat with the Johnson about Urban Brawl, in a sports bar in Snohomish.

>>18237983

Sipped beers, rather. Sipping bears would be impressive.

>>18237983
>sipped bears
I was already enjoying this story, but it just got a whole lot better.

>>18237983

So the chase carried the team through the Arcology Housing Project Mall (during which the troll stuck his arms out at his sides like a bird flapping its wings and clothes-lined passing shoppers, killing many of them), further up downtown, and eventually on the freeway up to Salish territory. It was at this point that 2D regretted putting the machine sprite in charge of driving, considering its literal orders were to "follow the troll at any cost."

The troll, you see, ramped off the shoulder of the bridge, and was currently in free-fall over Puget Sound.

Sprite: "Following!"
All three runners: "NOOOOOOOOO"

>>18238044

Geppetto's player and I mimed hugging each other for dear life, which got a lot more awkward when DeadMan's player all but lunged to join the hug. But I digress.

So, the party found themselves in the air over Puget Sound in a beaten-up pickup truck. The three teammates survived. The pickup...didn't. The machine sprite did all it could to get them towards shore, but the pickup was long gone as the team emerged, coughing, soaked, and spitting up water, onto a forested beach that they didn't recognize.

Geppetto bemoaned the ruin of a perfectly good business suit as he began undoing his wet tie, and helped a sputtering 2D, who had long since lost his combat boots and was currently shivering in a pair of shorts and an ironic t-shirt, to his feet. DeadMan's tac-suit made awkward sputtering noises but survived.

There was a horrible, inhuman moan of pain, and a guttural growl of rage, from deeper into the forest. The whole team, even the black magician, gulped collectively before sneaking into the woods to complete the job.

>>18238084

As we edged into a clearing, we saw what had made the moan of pain. The troll had beaten a sasquatch into pulp, and was currently eating its innards raw. As it turns out, this forested area was the Vancouver Wildlife Preserve, and we'd stumbled right onto Sasquatch Island. The troll sniffed at the air, and his head rose. His bloodshot eyes locked onto our location.

DeadMan did one of the few things he was proficient at, and ran like a bitch. Geppetto turned invisible. As 2D began to run, he realized that there was a smarter option than trying to escape conventionally, which is not a channer's strong suit.

No, he backdoored on the commlink hack he'd done earlier, and erased himself from the troll's cybereyes.

Which, incidentally, meant that only the tac-suited ninja was even conventionally visible anymore.

The troll caught up to DeadMan, and gave him a little tap. DeadMan lived up to his name and flew clean through three trees before getting smashed on the trunk of a fourth, sporting two broken legs, a broken arm, four broken ribs, three cracked vertibrae, and whiplash that would stun a rhino.

DeadMan temporarily disposed of, the troll locked onto 2D again, this time by scent, and began hunting him out.

In the real world, Dervish's player got back to the table, and Dervish glanced at the news. You know a fun thing about a criminal SIN broadcasting your identity to anyone who wants to know?

The news headline, featuring a helicopter shot of the action, read,

"DERANGED SPREE KILLER JO SEKIGAHARA AND MYSTERY HACKER ACCOMPLICE SQUARE OFF AGAINST MURDEROUS TROLL"

Dervish and his player both had to fight down a spit-take.

>>18238152

2D frantically burned out all the cyberware he could, causing physical damage to himself, but the troll kept coming. Just as it was about to grab him, there was a loud "ZOT" and, brain boiling out its ears, the troll slumped to the ground.

Geppetto dropped out of invisibility in a nearby tree, rubbing his temples to allay the headache caused by the powerbolt.

"Miss me?"

Geppetto succeeded on an arcana check to realize that sasquatches could heal, so he dragged 2D over to the furry beasts, who were all too eager to help their saviours. They also healed DeadMan but, well, healing magic can only go so far. With most of his bones still very broken, DeadMan proceeded to gasp for air and flop like a dying fish.

Geppetto: "We should call him Trout."

And that was how Trout got his name.

don't die on me now thread!

>>18238193

Trout was deposited at a street doc (a colorful Halloweener named Doctor Laughsalot) and the team collected their earnings. In triplicate, considering the original sum offered by the Johnson no longer seemed quite adequate. Yes, it's bad form to do this, but hey, the Johnson did offer.

The next run, I'll mostly skip over because it wasn't particularly funny. The Johnson was a Yak who wanted the characters to retrieve a Bunraku puppet who had gone rogue. This was skeevy and illegal as shit, even for 2D, Geppetto, and Dervish, so they were prepared to turn it down, but Trout blurted that they would take the job, so there they had it.

Trout for his part immediately disappeared into Everett to begin "the hunt," while 2D, Geppetto, and Dervish did actual legwork. The only lead was a spooky as fuck stalker who'd been so obsessed with the girl that he'd been barred from the bunraku parlor. Using the stalker as an informant (and then rolling one of his neighbors for his organs at the behest of a Tamanous contact 2D picked up in the barrens, because hey, side job), they traced the girl back to a street gang, and with some quick hacking and a request of a Lone Star contact, 2D had tied the gang to a bunch of high-profile crimes around Everett. Dervish, for his part, ran in to "save" the girl from police brutality during the resultant crackdown, only to knock her out and deliver her to the Yaks.

Speaking of resultant crackdowns, a very unhappy Jo Sekigahara called up the team for a pick-up, having been shot by one of the many cops that 2D had called into the neighborhood. He had to spend his entire share of the reward on street doc fees and fixing his tacsuit, and lived up to the name of Trout yet again.

>>18238264

The next run was the team's first corp-level run, and the last run of Trout's career.

Danny warned the runners that this would be at a much higher league than before, so they should act the part when they entered the club that the Johnson meet was being held at.

There was a bit of a fashion montage as the team picked up nice suits. Geppetto's suit had green trimming and jade dragon cufflinks, emphasizing that he was magically active. He also wore a fedora, designating him as the face of the team. Dervish wore a tightly-tailored suit with a red interior, suggesting the power inherent to the role of a street samurai. 2D had a tie that doubled as a small AR screen, from which he broadcast matrix designs.

Trout bought a black suit with red trim and jade dragon cufflinks and an AR tie and a fedora. We explained to him that the point of the suits was to emphasize roles, so he just wore a simple black suit afterwards, but he insisted on keeping the fedora to emphasize his role as the team's leader.

The time before the Johnson meet was punctuated by small problems. 2D, Geppetto, and Dervish all bribed their way in, but Trout conveniently forgot his bribe so Dervish had to come back and bribe for him. Geppetto and Dervish both had their powers limited (by mage cuff variants and cyberblade covers, respectively), whereas Trout tried to sneak a loaded, unshielded, stock heavy pistol past the MAD scanners at the gate and got the shit beaten out of him by security. Trout hitting on everything female in the club, to the disgust of the GM. You know, normal problems that runners deal with daily.

>>18238331

To those of you whom have played the module "On the Run," this should seem familiar. The Johnson was a troll, who wanted a disk retrieved. Not a datachip or a commlink, an actual disk. Like the kind you put in a disk drive. 2D the technophile had to resist a snort.

It was labeled "To old friends...," and the Johnson had reason to believe that it had been offered for sale to various buyers around the entertainment field. The Johnson very much wanted that disk, and if we could not procure it via larceny, he would appreciate it if we could at least put him in contact with the seller.

The Johnson meet wasn't even over before 2D had identified one potential buyer, an orc rap-rocker named Naybo.

The GM fluffed Naybo as something of a sell-out. He followed the Linkin Park career track: he had started out underground, writing songs about his problems and the bullshit that he'd had to put up with, but somewhere between a million-nuyen Horizon contract and platinum disk sales, his rapping about the problems of the common orc had gotten a little less credible. That was the point of the concert he was throwing in a few days in an orc neighborhood in Puyallup, to reestablish his dwindling street cred.

>>18238417

Dervish wouldn't be conspicuous during this run, but 2D wouldn't be particularly smiled upon, and elves like Geppetto and Trout would definitely have to watch their backs. We spotted a few ins, namely that there was call for more security at the warehouse that Naybo would be at, and that Naybo's manager had a raging novacoke addiction. So the plan became to infiltrate from both of those angles. Dervish would join the security force as a temporary guard, and Geppetto, physically masked as an orc, would get a hold of some novacoke and use it to get in with the manager. Backstage during the concert, Dervish would remark loudly that he needed a comm to call his buddy and tell him how awesome the concert was, and Geppetto would hit Naybo with a suggestion to toss that motherfucker his commlink because shit, he ain't no stingy bitch, and the concert WAS awesome. Dervish would hit up 2D, 2D would hack the commlink and grab the data on the CD seller, problem solved.

The only thing left to do was find something for Trout to do, because he had refused to infiltrate on the grounds of "it's too dangerous."

So, we stuck Trout on Naybo follow duty, a bullshit position that we made up. He was to shadow Naybo from the airport to the concert, make sure that there wasn't any funny business.

We had severely underestimated Trout's idiocy.

You may be asking, how did he fuck this one up? Did he:

>Wear his tacsuit while driving a vehicle, making the vehicle look like it was being driven by a fucking ghost?
>Drive Dervish's incredibly pimped-out loud-as-fuck flame-decaled motorbike, the most conspicuous vehicle in the sprawl?
>Shadow the media convoy from about 10 feet away?

The answer is all of the above.

>>18238462

Trout had been following for about 10 minutes when a tac-cloaked Horizon infiltrator landed on the back of his bike, pressed a gun to the back of his head, and told him to pull over.

Trout defaulted to his usual danger response:

"LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY TEAMMATES."

The Horizon spook waited until he had spilled literally everything he knew about each of his teammates, then stuck a taser to his neck and tased the bejeezus out of him until he stopped twitching, jacked the bike, and made for the concert.

2D jumped at the rapping of a tac-cloaked figure at his driver's side window.

"Dude, Trout, the door's open."

The Horizon spook got in, and aimed his gun at 2D. He gleefully announced,

"Hey, 2D! This shouldn't take too long. We're just gonna talk about your shadowrunning real quick."

2D's voice dripped with despair.

"The little bitch GAVE YOU OUR NAMES!?"

Incidentally, is anyone still reading? I realize it's late so I could probably archive this and then pick it up tomorrow afternoon.

>>18238513
I am!

>>18238527

Okay, cool. I'll try to at least get to the loss of Trout, then. I'm putting in an archival request now, though, so that the thread doesn't autosage.

>>18238513
>>18238534

Moar. This is good shit.

>>18238534

totally still reading, keep it goin!

Thread's archived, continuing.

>>18238505

Luckily for the team, the spook wanted the data off of Naybo's commlink, as well. Apparently Naybo had received a lot of undo attention from some other Horizon branches over this little offer, so he'd allow us to go through with the run if we did EXACTLY as we'd said we would. After all, there's not much of a better cover for ignoring a big offer as "shit, runners jacked my comm data." So, the run went down as planned, it's just that 2D was doing his work in AR space with a heavy pistol to his head and a taser pressed against his nuts. And you think you have a stressful work environment. The moment 2D had gotten the data, the agent casually announced over the team's frequency,

"You now have 5 minutes to leave the building or I will kill your hacker."

Dervish and Geppetto never moved so fast.

>>18238589

Regrouping, the team began to come to terms with the fact that their infiltrator had a serious compulsive betrayal problem, to say nothing of the fact that he was apparently actively wanted by a cop corp that knew where he was at all times (which reminds me, his apartment had been raided by this point, so he didn't actually have a lifestyle score anymore and had resorted to squatting). However, this was all sidelined by the fact that the end of the month was coming up.

And the end of the month means RENT IS DUE.

We were all prepared to blow it off since as far as we were concerned, Trout deserved to be homeless, and we had enough money for our rents. But Dervish winced as he tallied up his finances, and noticed that he couldn't afford his next month in the coffin hotel. Worse, 2D and Geppetto couldn't both pay their rents and spot him. Something needed to be done to get some quick cash.

2D, being in a particularly irreverent mood, had just the suggestion.

"Gentlemen, I have found a way to stick it to...the MAN. Our consumerist society runs on greed, and on inferior services that we are expected to be thankful for. The people bleat and feed from the trough of mediocrity. It is up to us to free them.

By which I mean...

The armed robbery of a Red Lobster in Renton."

>>18238654

Desperate and more than a little entertained, the team went along with the plan. The Red Lobster was in the middle of suburban Renton, and had no idea what was coming.

2D hacked the node and disabled the SIN register and the silent alarm. Geppetto seeded himself in the restaurant, buying a side order of biscuits. The plan was that when Trout and Dervish, in hoodies and balaclavas, burst in to demand everyone's commlinks, jewelry, and credsticks, he'd smooth everything along by setting a precedent of cooperation. He'd scream "EVERYONE JUST GIVE THEM YOUR CREDSTICKS, THEY'RE NOT WORTH YOUR LIVES," and hand over his credstick first. Dervish and Trout would take max sixty seconds to grab all the valuables they could, and then the team would bounce.

That was the robbery, in theory. The whole thing went to shit when a burly Texan in back screamed "LONE STAR, FREEZE" and pulled his Cavalier Deputy.

The GM's menacing growl when the cop spotted Trout was priceless.

".../Sekigahara/."

Immediately, the cop began popping off shots, suddenly confronted with a known killer of children in the middle of a suburban chain restaurant.

Dervish, frustrated, grabbed every credstick he could, and boosted out the window at seventy miles an hour.

Geppetto ran out with the screaming crowd.

Leaving Trout alone with the cop.

>>18238700

Shit has gotten real *Gets popcorn*

....if he turns on his teammates again I will almost be surprised.

>>18238700

Trout attempted Dervish's window jump, which was a little less impressive when he wasn't 400 lbs of meat and steel flying out at freeway speed, but rather a spindly Japanese elf with a Body of 2. The Texan aced a few shooting rolls, and soon Trout was lying face-down in a pool of his own blood in the middle of the suburbs, slowly bleeding out.

It was now that 2D realized a problem.

Namely that Trout would squeal on ALL of them.

So, against his better judgment, 2D hit the cop with a passing hacked-on-the-fly car (didn't kill him, just broke some important limbs), parked next to Trout, and dragged the comatose elf into his stepvan.

2D quickly realized another problem, namely that Trout's blood was all over the street, and a ritual magician could kill him or worse during any important part of the current run. In short, Trout was fucked every which way, and the team was fucked with him.

Unless...

2D: "Hello, Lone Star? I'd like to cash in a bounty. But only if you can offer me immunity."

"Why, yes. It IS that bounty."

And that was the end of Trout.

>>18238700

HAH. I love it when stuff like that happens. That, and getting accidently involved in someone elses shadowrun.

>>18238735

On that note, I don't have enough time to start the next part of the story, so I'll probably save it for tomorrow. I've got enough time to answer questions and the like, though, and if Dorfboots still wants to do his story, I'd love to catch it on the archives later. Would you guys be down for more SHADOWRUN STORYTIME tomorrow?

>>18238743

Make it so.

>>18238743
Was Trout oblivious to all the machinations around and against him? Did he ever get the hint, or was he just insufferable?

>>18238743

Hell yes, more storytime!

>>18238735
Why didn't any of you expain Shadowrun to Trout's player? This whole thing just looks like oyu made fun of retarded aspie, which is not cool.

>>18238766

I think he eventually realized that his character was SEVERELY suboptimal (by which I mean terribly built to the point of trolling; what the hell was up with his negative qualities?), but he never recognized that he was being a That Guy when he tried to sell out the team, or that we were intentionally sticking him on the shit jobs because we didn't trust him with responsibility.

>>18238775
Perhaps they hoped he'd get the hint and catch the way by himself. Obviously, their hope was a little misplaced.

>>18238793
>catch the wave
Fix'd.

>>18238775

The GM made each of the core books a mandatory read prior to the game, to make sure that people weren't idiots about the fluff. Trout's player was a little oblivious, but he's not an idiot. The main issue was that he seemed to see no problem with the behavior of "I will default to any problem by trying to sell out the other player characters," or to refuse to infiltrate, his only job, on the grounds of "infiltration is too dangerous." The weeabooness was just window dressing.

Believe it or not, at the start we were actually really trying to help Trout. Much as the GM gave him the blisteringly easy milk run to try to ease him into things, we mostly gave him the shit jobs simply because he needed to prove his responsibility, and he failed time and time again.

>>18238812
So even after babying him pretty much the entire campaign, it never really clicked with him? You'd think an infiltrator of all people would realize that subtlety is your best friend in Seattle.

>>18238812

Hell, we even called him on blatantly implausible things like a Japanese national being a member of Lone Star, and he insisted that his character was special. This was not ignorance of the fluff, it was active rejection.

>>18238830

My hypothesis is that he didn't really go into the game thinking about responsibilities. His player approaches games in a very escapist fashion (as in I've never seen him play a character who wasn't described as pretty and/or sexy, even the lone, singular character that he didn't min-max for charisma or social skills), so I think he thought "I'll be a badass ninja" first and "I'll actually have to deal with the difficulties of sneaking" never.

I'm honestly surprised the party didn't flip his ass sooner. Your party had the patience of saints to put up with him for that long.

Did anyone talk to him after the first selling out, and how many people contemplated his death over the course of the missions?

How did he react when he was finally sold out at the end?

>>18238879

We tried to broach the subject, and he defended it with the tired old "It's what my character would have done" card. Geppetto's player, in particular, took it the most personally, because no matter how often he brought up the subject that it's a dick thing to do in AND out of character, he'd get the "I'm just playing my character" line.

That said, props to Trout's player for taking it extremely well when we brought the hammer down on him. As I said, I think somewhere along the line he realized that Trout was really badly built, and wanted to get rid of the character himself. On top of that, his lack of understanding about active betrayal being a bad thing went both ways; he was utterly unoffended that we completely sold him out.

aaawyeah this story again!

>>18238879
If a player tries to sell out the party on the first mission, one of three things will happen:

A) it becomes an interesting plot hook
B) the party finds the rat and snaps his neck
C) the player gets bitched out incessantly.

Repeat offenders will find increasing severity of consequences. In a world as mercurial and dangerous as that of a shadowrunner's, there is zero tolerance for snitching or any other credibility-harming personalities.

>strike instsal

>>18238905

So....did he ever play with you guys under a new PC? Or did you "gently" part ways?

>>18238905
>"It's what my character would have done"
Your character, a self professed ninja badass who used to work for Lone Star but got burned when he gunned down an orphanage is, in reality, a yella-bellied coward.

Go figure.

>>18238589

Wow, realized way late that the "undo" here should read "undue."

>>18238917

Actually, he picked up with a troll named Tank, and continued to play with the party. We sat him down and had a long, long talk about all the shit he'd done wrong, and although Tank was still kind of bad, he wasn't so catastrophically terrible as to constitute That Guy. It helped that the GM built most of his stats, since Trout's player to this day cannot build a character who is mildly mediocre or even just normally bad. It's uncanny how terrible his builds are. His most recent character is a d20 Modern Strong Hero, minmaxed for Charisma, with all of his points sunk into sailing ships, in a modern, non-nautical setting. All this because he wanted to play "a sexy pirate."

>>18238960
>His most recent character is a d20 Modern Strong Hero, minmaxed for Charisma, with all of his points sunk into sailing ships, in a modern, non-nautical setting. All this because he wanted to play "a sexy pirate."
Points for sticking to his guns when it comes to character concepts, but holy crap.

Aight, on that note, I'm headed to bed, so good night and good running to all of you. With any luck, I'll have more SHADOWRUN STORYTIME for you guys tomorrow afternoon, PST.

>>18239026

good night and thanks for the tales!

I had way too much fun reading this story for someone who hasn't even read the books since like 2e.

great fun. you come back tomorrow,. ya hear?