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<blockquote data-quote="Kibo" data-source="post: 464781" data-attributes="member: 5451">Once Upon An Adventure....The System was Cyberpunk 2020.&nbsp; The players we'll call me, L (the DM), Chris, Harvey and Evil T.The begining isn't exactly important or interesting, so I'll spare everyone.&nbsp; But for whatever reason, and it wasn't good, we (me, Chris, and Harvey) were muscling our way into a nightclub in the late afternoon as they were preparing for that nights entertainment.&nbsp; My character was that normal person trapped in the stupid universe, like Mia Sara in Timecop.&nbsp; But I'd set the evening aside, so he didn't blow them off with a &quot;Hey good idea, but I gotta go get a pack of smokes (tell everything to the cops) and see you in five (to ten, psychos).&quot;&nbsp; We bust into the kitchen via the alley entrance after some arguing by Evil T after he talked the door shut, locked, bolted, braced and welded closed, when it was probably just open to begin with.&nbsp; The DM rather than subject everyone to four hours (not always an exageration where Evil T is concerned) of pointless arguing only to be worn down into capitulating, just relented right away.&nbsp; Whether out of mercy or pragmatism I never actually asked.&nbsp; I should mention that L, myself and Evil T knew each other quite well, Chris and Harvey ... well me and L knew their names.&nbsp; So we go in, we've got guns, Evil T a tinted motorcycle helmet he wears everywhere (no reason) the underpaid, unarmed workers are understandably compliant.&nbsp; Initially.&nbsp; Evil T makes some initially confusing and ambigous demands, then starts asking them for information that would seem unlikely for them to have.&nbsp; To make his point, he said he makes the targeting scope of his cyberoptics appear to the people he's questioning as an intimidating gesture.&nbsp; (Which of course isn't how it works, but this is Evil T, and that's not relavant.)&nbsp; So now a weird guy wearing a motorcycle helmet, is brandishing a weapon, and taking cybernetic aim at people within arms reach (principally an attractive young woman) while he essentially demands answers to questions they can't know, and he's getting angry.&nbsp; But he decides on another erratic course of action, unbeknownst to us.&nbsp; And starts securing the, well ... essentially hostages.&nbsp; The whole time I'm almost playing an NPC trying to moderate the situation coopratively with DM, Chris and Harvey are going along in a confused and somewhat embarised fashion.&nbsp; When he gets to the young woman, he partially secures her to a chair.&nbsp; At which time he announces, &quot;Ok.&nbsp; Now I take off her pantyhose!&quot;&nbsp; L and I exchanged panicked looks which can only be adequately described by the phrase &quot;HOLY F---!&quot;&nbsp; Turns out he just wanted to use the nylon to tie her more securely.&nbsp; L and I had a good nervous laugh.&nbsp; And the story is still found ammusing by the people who know Evil T to this day.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kibo, post: 464781, member: 5451"] [b]Once Upon An Adventure....[/b] The System was Cyberpunk 2020. The players we'll call me, L (the DM), Chris, Harvey and Evil T. The begining isn't exactly important or interesting, so I'll spare everyone. But for whatever reason, and it wasn't good, we (me, Chris, and Harvey) were muscling our way into a nightclub in the late afternoon as they were preparing for that nights entertainment. My character was that normal person trapped in the stupid universe, like Mia Sara in Timecop. But I'd set the evening aside, so he didn't blow them off with a "Hey good idea, but I gotta go get a pack of smokes (tell everything to the cops) and see you in five (to ten, psychos)." We bust into the kitchen via the alley entrance after some arguing by Evil T after he talked the door shut, locked, bolted, braced and welded closed, when it was probably just open to begin with. The DM rather than subject everyone to four hours (not always an exageration where Evil T is concerned) of pointless arguing only to be worn down into capitulating, just relented right away. Whether out of mercy or pragmatism I never actually asked. I should mention that L, myself and Evil T knew each other quite well, Chris and Harvey ... well me and L knew their names. So we go in, we've got guns, Evil T a tinted motorcycle helmet he wears everywhere (no reason) the underpaid, unarmed workers are understandably compliant. Initially. Evil T makes some initially confusing and ambigous demands, then starts asking them for information that would seem unlikely for them to have. To make his point, he said he makes the targeting scope of his cyberoptics appear to the people he's questioning as an intimidating gesture. (Which of course isn't how it works, but this is Evil T, and that's not relavant.) So now a weird guy wearing a motorcycle helmet, is brandishing a weapon, and taking cybernetic aim at people within arms reach (principally an attractive young woman) while he essentially demands answers to questions they can't know, and he's getting angry. But he decides on another erratic course of action, unbeknownst to us. And starts securing the, well ... essentially hostages. The whole time I'm almost playing an NPC trying to moderate the situation coopratively with DM, Chris and Harvey are going along in a confused and somewhat embarised fashion. When he gets to the young woman, he partially secures her to a chair. At which time he announces, "Ok. Now I take off her pantyhose!" L and I exchanged panicked looks which can only be adequately described by the phrase "HOLY F---!" Turns out he just wanted to use the nylon to tie her more securely. L and I had a good nervous laugh. And the story is still found ammusing by the people who know Evil T to this day. [/QUOTE]

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