Courtesy of Wedneday 26 November 2019's Rifts roleplaying session.
“Anyone at all can generate wind?”
“Only if I’ve had beans.”
“As it’s a boss, does more gold come out?”
“No.”
“Skinflint.”
“...And we all lose one tick.”
“I chose POORLY.”
“For those that didn’t think plastic couldn’t breed – they’ve obviously never put game pieces away.”
“That’s twice in six months! That’s unacceptable!”
GM: “You could have rolled so many bad things and you rolled turning water into wine.”
GM: “It fits with the storm, so I’m going with it.”
“Hello, I’m dragon Jesus.”
“The bucket list book, page 23: get Gorbash drunk. Tick!”
“The Coop now have star-shaped donuts? Jam star of David.”
GM: “Nxla only has 227k MDC.”
Player 1: “That’s ... a lot.”
Player 2: “It has stats, it can be killed.”
“What we’ve established it’s that rumours don’t go away.”
“At least not the ones you start.”
Booker: “On the plus side, it’s raining wine. – Hands her a bottle.”
(Booker goes for a shower without Joan)
Jayson: “I got a shower scene with MY girlfriend.”
“At least one of you is professional. Or at least prolific.”
“Are you gonna put a ring on it?”
“I’m not Beyoncé.”
“Do you want a threesome with Splugorth, though? Technically a foursome, with Hecate as well.”
Joan: “I don’t think you should be in the habit of drinking stuff that comes from a ley line storm ...”
Booker: “I’m an upstanding citizen now! I haven’t killed anyone in WEEKS!”
Joan: “It’s annoying and loud for a REASON, Booker! That’s why it’s called an alarm!”
Gorbash: “But he didn’t shoot the alarm.”
Joan: “Because he was on drugs!”
“In the words of Meat Loaf: two out of three ... is bad.”
Booker: “Here I am, saviour of the world three times over ...”
To be continued!
