Crazy player acts/requests

[weswood]

Originally Posted by headquarters

he is an amputee , he has got a custom made state of the art prosthetic leg ( and arm) that allows him to be in the field at all .

Considering the condition of the world, is "state of the art" a wooden peg and steel hook?

[pmulcahy11b]

Originally Posted by weswood

Considering the condition of the world, is "state of the art" a wooden peg and steel hook?

There's an old saying, "World War 3 will be fought with nuclear weapons. World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones."

[headquarters]

Originally Posted by weswood

Considering the condition of the world, is "state of the art" a wooden peg and steel hook?

The party have been playing a warlordish campaign were they have been the masters of considerable lands and resources ( nothing compared to pre war levels and squalor indeed for the man in the debris strewn street ), but they have diverted as much of gross national product as they have felt they needed to whatever pet project they have had .The prosthetics project was such an undertaking - clearly a case of scandal but as critics were sent to abestos producing facilities if found guilty not many said anything .

If the last ones give out though-steelhook it is..

[headquarters]

a PC in our campaign had a brilliant moment : after being hired as mercenaries by a small faction of militiamen ( the staked out by FBI kind of militia ) ,the players were embroiled in a plot to kill the current leadership ( the father,oldest brother and henchmen) on the orders of the youngest brother ( little Shakespearian massacre to lift the spirits).

The hitch was that no guns were allowed in the room -save the head honchos personal sweet gun , a.44 mag S&W with a 10 inch barrel.The only chance they had to get all of them at once was presented as a massive celebratory dinner with 60 guests.The party dutifully played their parts as the buff new mercs that could throw knives throug playing cards nailed to a wooden door,juggle hatchets and do martial arts katas and displays ,.Everyone got drunk and were happy thatthe mercs were so bad ass, and that they would soon go out in to the biting winter cold instead of them and oppress the pesky peasants that the faction had subjugated for their supplies and entertainment etc.


But ofcourse -the ploy was that the PCs only drank a little and after hours of revelry and foreboding toasts made to the father and older brother etc by the younger son ,the knifefight started.The PCs quickly barred the entrances and killed of scores of the militia using cutlery ,furniture and what display weapons they had brought with them .Outside the furious guards tried to break the doors down to stop the massacre -they didnt know what went on .

After all had been slayed that were on the list ,the devious younger brother insolently threw him self down in his fathers chair and DEMANDED that the pC who dhad taken his fathers gun HAND IT OVER NOW!!
The plan was about to enter the second phase at this point were the selfinflicted wounds and tall tale of treason by some of the dead would clear said young mans way to the throne ,with his new fopund favourite mercs at hi side to be wealthy men indeed.

But this was not to be - OUTRAGED by the commandering tone of voice and insolent posture of the young and cunniving buck the PC up and shot the younest son center mass -twice- to teach him a good lesson on how to såpeak to his mercenaries.This of course necsessitated that the rest of the plotters be killed to keep em silent and when the guards broke the doors down the mercs found themselves pleading "self defense" .(Naturally the GM saw this as a great opportunity to have them chained to pole in the snowy woods to be wolfbait/fooder .

nevertheless,shooting the employer and master plotter at that crucial time rans high up there on my Player crazy acts list .

[Legbreaker]

A friend of mine was playing in a T2K game that sadly I was unable to attend when their convoy of vehicles was straffed by a Hind gunship.

The character in question was driving alone in his pimped sportscar, which of course suddenly found itself in desperate need of repair as it carreened off the road and rolled down an embankment. The remainder of the group bravely pumped lead from several machineguns and the odd heavier weapon in a vain attempt to drive off the helicopter, but only suceeded in having their APC destroyed around them.

The hero of our story, having remembered to buckle up, was relatively unscathed from his ordeal. Climbing out of the upturned and burning wreck that had been his pride and joy, raised his only weapon of consequence, which just so happened to be a HK CAW loaded with slugs, and proceeded to empty the mag at extreme range in the general direction of the Hind.

A few moments later the Hind fell from the sky and exploded in a fireball - he'd somehow managed to hit the main rotor and cause just enough damage for the pilot to loose control!

[Legbreaker]

http://electricferret.com/mortuary/

That's always good for a laugh!

[General Pain]

Originally Posted by headquarters

a PC in our campaign had a brilliant moment : after being hired as mercenaries by a small faction of militiamen ( the staked out by FBI kind of militia ) ,the players were embroiled in a plot to kill the current leadership ( the father,oldest brother and henchmen) on the orders of the youngest brother ( little Shakespearian massacre to lift the spirits).

The hitch was that no guns were allowed in the room -save the head honchos personal sweet gun , a.44 mag S&W with a 10 inch barrel.The only chance they had to get all of them at once was presented as a massive celebratory dinner with 60 guests.The party dutifully played their parts as the buff new mercs that could throw knives throug playing cards nailed to a wooden door,juggle hatchets and do martial arts katas and displays ,.Everyone got drunk and were happy thatthe mercs were so bad ass, and that they would soon go out in to the biting winter cold instead of them and oppress the pesky peasants that the faction had subjugated for their supplies and entertainment etc.


But ofcourse -the ploy was that the PCs only drank a little and after hours of revelry and foreboding toasts made to the father and older brother etc by the younger son ,the knifefight started.The PCs quickly barred the entrances and killed of scores of the militia using cutlery ,furniture and what display weapons they had brought with them .Outside the furious guards tried to break the doors down to stop the massacre -they didnt know what went on .

After all had been slayed that were on the list ,the devious younger brother insolently threw him self down in his fathers chair and DEMANDED that the pC who dhad taken his fathers gun HAND IT OVER NOW!!
The plan was about to enter the second phase at this point were the selfinflicted wounds and tall tale of treason by some of the dead would clear said young mans way to the throne ,with his new fopund favourite mercs at hi side to be wealthy men indeed.

But this was not to be - OUTRAGED by the commandering tone of voice and insolent posture of the young and cunniving buck the PC up and shot the younest son center mass -twice- to teach him a good lesson on how to såpeak to his mercenaries.This of course necsessitated that the rest of the plotters be killed to keep em silent and when the guards broke the doors down the mercs found themselves pleading "self defense" .(Naturally the GM saw this as a great opportunity to have them chained to pole in the snowy woods to be wolfbait/fooder .

nevertheless,shooting the employer and master plotter at that crucial time rans high up there on my Player crazy acts list .

I remember that...They still have one of my Katanas.....