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<blockquote data-quote="Bibamus" data-source="post: 2749121" data-attributes="member: 36207">Bacon, that is the most horrifying story that I have ever read.&nbsp; You win, hands down.&nbsp; However, I will post my story just for the sake of it.&nbsp; Shadowrun, 3rd ed. Seattle, September 25th 2057An NPC has completed a data-run on Ares and stolen some very hot, very nice (unspecified) program.&nbsp; The Street Sam (myself), the Merc, and the Mage are called to protect him until he can be safely extradited to Tir Tairngire.&nbsp; After taking out a helicopter with a hand greande (just don't ask), we hightail it to the Merc's hidey-hole in the Barrens.&nbsp; We arrive and payment is then discussed.&nbsp; The Street Sam and Mage take money, but the Merc decides to take a copy of the program.&nbsp; Fair enough, might be some really cool ICE.&nbsp; After the run is successfully completed, he lets it be known PUBLICLY that he has a copy of Ares' latest software.&nbsp; After a short discussion in the hallway with the Mage (who was the experienced GM and the current was literally a virgin GM), the GM has a potential buyer contact the Merc with an offer and a meeting in a restaurant's back room for exchange.&nbsp; The Merc duly arrives and walks straight into the back room.&nbsp; His last thought is, &quot;Why is everything lined in plastic?&quot; A suitable end, and one that might deserve a place in the CLUE file.&nbsp; I still claim that Bacon wins the thread with PCs who couldn't take hints if applied with tac-nukes.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bibamus, post: 2749121, member: 36207"] Bacon, that is the most horrifying story that I have ever read. You win, hands down. However, I will post my story just for the sake of it. Shadowrun, 3rd ed. Seattle, September 25th 2057 An NPC has completed a data-run on Ares and stolen some very hot, very nice (unspecified) program. The Street Sam (myself), the Merc, and the Mage are called to protect him until he can be safely extradited to Tir Tairngire. After taking out a helicopter with a hand greande (just don't ask), we hightail it to the Merc's hidey-hole in the Barrens. We arrive and payment is then discussed. The Street Sam and Mage take money, but the Merc decides to take a copy of the program. Fair enough, might be some really cool ICE. After the run is successfully completed, he lets it be known PUBLICLY that he has a copy of Ares' latest software. After a short discussion in the hallway with the Mage (who was the experienced GM and the current was literally a virgin GM), the GM has a potential buyer contact the Merc with an offer and a meeting in a restaurant's back room for exchange. The Merc duly arrives and walks straight into the back room. His last thought is, "Why is everything lined in plastic?" A suitable end, and one that might deserve a place in the CLUE file. I still claim that Bacon wins the thread with PCs who couldn't take hints if applied with tac-nukes. [/QUOTE]

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