The enemy of my enemy is my enemy

After levelling up (level 8, wooh!) we somehow got into a discussion about Cthulhu and tentacle porn and found out that yes, the internet will provide if you do an image search for Cthulhu dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl. Uh. Like you do?

Anyway. In actual gaming terms we went to the market, and most of the party pretended to be slaves belonging to Gorbash, who in turn pretended to be a Rakshasa. We found Alistair and his Shemarrian assistant/slave in a cell down at the slave pens, so that's good. That we found them, that is, as that's what we were there to do.

A couple of brothers, whose other brother we may have previously disposed of, recognised Booker. And then the setting off of explosions ensued ...

Courtesy of Monday 10 April 2017's Rifts roleplaying session at Odin's Table.

“The blurred line between Manga and Hentai.”
“That line isn’t blurred, but it should be.”

GM: “Who’s mad enough to attack Splugorth on their own turf?”
Player: (raises hand)

“My IQ isn’t double figures.”
“Booker or you personally?”

“Don’t lie, I’ve seen your search history!”

“Rule 34 is true!”
“Rule 34 isn’t Cthulhu dressed up as a Japanese schoolgirl.”

“Ohhhh you mean the OBVIOUS TRAP that we moved around and the GM looked kind of sad?”

“You’re just gesticulating trying to get your point across.”
“That’s what sign language is all about!”

“You’ve shapeshifted into a shapeshifter.”

“He forgets things!”
“How DARE you suggest our honoured GM forgets things?!”

“Let’s get this done, then!”
“Who do I need to shoot?”

“It was all going well until I subtled myself into a firefight.”

“I’m looking forward to having this argument for the next 20 minutes.”

“Are you threatening the dragon?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Are you afraid I’m gonna fall into the slave pens?”
“No, just that you’ll put your foot in your mouth.”
“Well, I am pretty flexible.”

Player: “They’re the ones whose brother we were going to turn into a chair but it took too long so we just killed him.”
GM: “Slowly, I might add.”

“Go on, do it for the plot! For the lolz!”

GM: “This isn’t going where the game master wanted it to go, but yes?”

“We’ve gone from planting bombs to killing each other.”

GM: “While those two are inside, what are you three doing outside?”
Player: “Worrying.”

“That’s it, I’m getting my dice out. You ruined my thing.”

“Mr GM, I want to do 14 things.”

“That’s what makes sense, right? We’re running for our lives but stopping to loot the corpses for symbiotes.”

“If they’re still alive, I call dibs.”

“…Not unless your job is to dick around and cause us more trouble.”
“No, that’s YOUR job.”

“The enemy of my enemy is my enemy.”
“Probably with this group.”

To be continued!