Twinkletoes is talking to his friendly decker about needing to restock his grenade stash.


Twinkletoes (IC): "I need to finish this job, get paid, and restock on my gaseous oblong thingies."

GM (as Decrypt): "Stuffer shack beans?"

Twinkletoes (IC): "If I could weaponize those, I'd be unstoppable."

GM (as Decrypt): "Yeah, there's a reason we don't eat there anymore."

Smokes is arranging a meeting with a detective who has been stalking her. Since she's a bit worried, she's hiring one of her orc friends to be a lookout. They finally settle on 1000Y for the lookout duties for the evening.


GM (as Spinner): "Oh yeah... time to get one of those new trid games!"

Smokes (IC): "My fixer actually has me playing one of those."

GM (as Spinner): "That new one? With the dragons?"

Smokes (IC): "Dragonfall? Yeah"

GM (as Spinner): "I don't know how historical it is, but it's a fantastic game..."

Twinkletoes (OC): "Is this what's known as 'metagaming'?"

Twinkletoes has been buying beer by the keg for a dwarf that saved his life. The dwarf has recently put in a good word with a landlord so Twinkletoes can get a new house. In return, Twinkletoes wants to return the favor with somre more mead.

Twinkletoes (IC): "I'll probably be putting in another order for some mead here soon. Aero has been quite nice to me."

GM (As Phil): "With how much you're buying, I'll have to give you a bulk discount."

Twinkletoes (IC): "Yeah... the guy is a dwarf, but somehow he gives me a run for my money when it comes to drinking contests. I don't know where they put the alcohol."

GM (As Phil): "I think it goes to their beards."

Smokes has recently found out that she has a stalker. In the meantime, Twinkletoes, who has just found a place to live far away from people who want to kill him, has been celebrating with one of his friends using copious amounts of mead.

Smokes (IC): "What does this guy want from me? This file has too much information on me."
Smokes (OC): "I'm going to give twinkletoes a call and talk about this"

Twinkletoes (IC): "You have reached the toes of the twink... er... twinkly toes...er... twinkletoes."
Smokes (IC): "What the... Are you ok??"

*The players lost it at this point and the game had to pause while everyone recovered from laughter*

The GM and Twinkletoes are looking over the rules about grenades after Twinkletoes' recent run-in with a Humanis Policlub group. The GM mentions the grenade throwing range table.

Twinkletoes (OC): "Wait a minute... there's a specific table for grenades? I thought that was all tied back to the weapon range table"

GM: "Oh yeah, take a look on page 119."

*Twinkletoes takes a quick look*

Twinkletoes (OC): "Oh wow, that would have really changed things if I'd know this. Based on this table, I can throw further than a grenade launcher... and more accurately too!"

GM: "Well... we did already know that he could throw some guns further than he could shoot them."

Twinkletoes (OC): "I mean, yeah... but I like this better!"

Arriving to Twinkletoes' former home, Smokes takes a quick look around. Signs of a battle greet her eyes. Spent gas grenade canisters and gun shell casings litter the ground. Just down the street, a memorial is being erected at the Humanis Policlub meeting center.

Smokes(IC): "Oh, Twinkletoes, what did you do??"

Twinkletoes (OC): "Oh, the racism is starting a bit early today, isn't it? You think I did this??"

Twinkletoes, having recently been gassed by his own gas grenade, is somewhat befuddled.

Twinkletoes (OC): "Let's see if twinkletoes remembers whether or not some Humanis Policlub members saw him leave home..."
*Rolls dice, gets no hits*

Twinkletoes (OC): "Welp, Twinkletoes heads home to regroup."
GM (OC): "Oh no... I didn't plan for this happening yet. Here we go: Twinkletoes walks home. As he nears the sewer grate, someone shouts."
GM (IC, as someone): "There he is, Get 'em boys!"

GM (OC): "Will Twinkletoes survive? Find out next time on Shadowrun!"

Smokes walks into a mostly empty receptionist room, pulls her tazer out, and proceedes to miss the secretary at point blank range. She fires again.

Smokes: "I'm throwing my combat pool into this!"
GM: "...Yeah.... your combat pool. Against a single UNARMED secretary."
Smokes: "Yep!"

After realizing that Twinkletoes is a bit smarter than he looks (and acts), Smokes is somewhat unsure what to make of him.

Smokes (OC): "I don't like this troll! He's not very troll like."
GM (OC): "That's a very racist thing to say."
Smokes (OC): "It's not racist, it's twinkletoes-ist! It's not racist if it's just one troll!"

Twinkletoes and Smokes meet for the first time. After accidentally sitting on the stealth troll, Smokes is a little bit miffed.

Twinkletoes: "Wow, you're getting friendly."
Smokes: "What the... how did... Trolls are supposed to be easy to see!"
Twinkletoes: "It's usually better if people don't see us. They're not very friendly."
Smokes: "I'd ask if you're mocking me, but I don't think even you know!"

Doe and the troll decker, Nano had just found a file on the host that they were looking for, and in the process of examining the file had this exchange.

*Note data bombs are a feature in the supplemental matrix book, but not in 3e Core*

GM: Alright as you grab the file, you notice that the icon has a lock, meaning that it is encrypted.

Doe (IC): Oh, I can decrypt that... oh if I had the program for it I really should check it for data bombs!

GM (OC): Wait, those are a thing in this edition?! Oh crap, that would have been perfect for this type of file.

Nano (IC, played by GM) : Um, what are data bombs?

Doe: They're new security tech, I've never seen one before * roll 0 hits in his search * and I really hope this file doesn't have them.

* Nano then cautiously opens the file praying no explosions happen *

Doe and Nano have entered the Matrix to find the file Blitz needed. As they continue their search, Doe finds a random file on Aztechnology being involved in a land dispute. Eager, he downloads the file.

GM (As Nano): Is that the file?
Doe (IC): No, but with any luck, and a little investigating, I may be able to make a profit off this one.
Doe (OC): I start walking a bit more gleefully as we follow the trail.
Smokes (OC, singing): I'm gonna frag the Megacorp, do da, do da...

Smokes, angry with the Johnson, slams her hand on the table and curses.


Smokes (IC): "Dadgum Arnold Kemp!"

GM (OC): "Right! THAT was his name."

Smokes (OC): "You think I can forget that name??"

GM (OC): "When I asked earlier, then why didn't you tell me?"

Smokes (OC): "...er.... I forgot."

Doe and Smokes are supposed to get a truck. They get to the pickup point and Doe proceeds to cause havoc.

He sneaks over to a car, sets off a car alarm, rigs the car to be near the road, acts like he's speaking to someone inside the car, and then has the car lurch out in front of the truck to cause a crash. A large crowd gathers (including the owner of the car). Doe strikes up a conspiracy theory with the owner of the car involving "the new deep state", "the big five", attempts at remote strikes, and more while Smokes tazes the driver.

Fellow shadowrunners Blitz, Crash, and Nano are just hanging back watching all of this unfold.


Doe (OC): "I'd like to think I'm impressing them, but... probably not."

GM (OC): "Their conversation goes something like this."

Blitz (IC): "Does he know what he's doing? There's gotta be an easier way."
Crash (IC): "I think he has a plan, looks like things are going as we'd hope."
Nano (IC): "Are you sure? This is quite a commotion"
*All three eye Doe dubiously*

After thoroughly having fun throwing things for the evening, Twinkletoes decides to upgrade.

Twinkletoes: "I'm going to pick up this person's ingram valiant. I make sure to take out all of the bullets though. I want to throw this at people later."

GM (sighing): "Fine. you do that."

Twinkletoes: "I'm also going to take the bullets with me. They're useful... I can throw them later!"

Twinkletoes has just made an important discovery.


Twinkletoes (OC): "I just realized that I can throw my arrows and do more damage than my bow does. The bow can just shoot it further."

Decrypt (OC): "Why? Shouldn't you have bought the bow at max when you did character creation?"

Twinkletoes (OC): "I did.... this is as strong of a bow as I can get legally at character gen"

Decrypt (OC): "At what point are you just shooting ballistica arrows?"

Twinkletoes and Decrypt have been ambushed by two street samurai who are refusing to back down.


Twinkletoes (OC): "I want to chuck my gun at him"

GM (OC): "What? That's a terrible idea! And if it's loaded, then I have to roll and figure out if it goes off, and which way it fires, and..."

Twinkletoes (OC): "No, it has no bullets. I have a gun with no bullets. I just keep it around to throw at people. I can throw it further than I can shoot it, and more accurately too."

GM (OC): "What?"

Twinkletoes (OC): "Yeah, I don't even have a gun skill or any bullets."

GM (OC): "Fine... go ahead..."

Swarm and Vandal have shown up to a summoning ritual taking place on the court house's front lawn. Swarm takes offense to this.


Swarm (IC): "Attention, this is knight errant security. This summoning has been deemed illegal. Please cease and desist immediately or additional force will be deemed necessary!"

GM (IC): "They shout back 'We're already done!"

Swarm (IC): "Put it back where you got it and we'll call it even!"

GM (As ghoul mages): "No!"

Vandal has just harpooned a guy from their attack-a-copter. The Harpoon cannon starts reeling the guy's body back in along with the harpoon.


Vandal (IC): "Woo! I love this thing!"
Swarm (IC): "Wait! Stop the winch... I want to use the body as a ghoul wrecking ball!"

Swarm and Vandal have received authorization to use a helicopter. They proceed to load the entirety of the armory onto the helicopter.



GM: "Mr. Ahuja just watches you carry everything onto the helicopter with a raised eye brow, but he doesn't say anything."

Swarm (OC): "I like how last time he asked if wanted anything from the armory, and we took nothing. This time we're taking the entire armory."