Courtesy of Monday 10 October 2016's Rifts roleplaying session at Odin's Table.
“Sit down, shut up and roll initiative.”
“Have you been eaten by a truck before?”
“I miss being the ridiculous one.”
“It’s the same thing as driving a motorcycle and driving a house.”
“YOU ARE THE WORST FUCKING CELL LEADER THAT HAS EVER CELL-LEAD!”
GM: “The only one who has Automatic Dodge is the cheater over there.”
Donna: (mouths “WTF?!”)
GM: “Because you’re so fast.”
Table: (realises GM said “cheetah”, not “cheater”)
Elyssia: “I don’t think I can hit you without turning you into human jam, so I’m gonna put you down. I suggest you retire, find a nice Coalition girl and raise some brainwashed children …”
GM: “The best way of removing a rail gun from power armour is not usually by combat.”
“Hehe. He thinks Booker has friends.”
“They know your face.”
“I was wearing a mask.”
“That’s a mask of YOUR OWN FACE, you egotistical bastard!”
“I gave specific instructions not to screw up.”
“Where the fuck did you get 88% from?! Your stats are shit!”
To be continued!
