I remember a game scenario from a few years back, our group was getting a little cocky; we were a group of mercenaries-in-residence in a little town and were getting a little too big for our britches, so the GM warped a slaver into the middle of the town to get us to do something.

Well, we had a long battle, almost lost, but the local bar owner saved our asses by bringing out a heretofore unknown military-grade missile launcher to fend off the slaver. Wounded, the slaver opened a short-distance warp hole to escape.

Our crazy decided the best idea was to jump in after it!

We found the slaver warped to the basement of the bar, so the rest of us trekked down to save the crazy’s ass.

The remarkable part was the crazy was fighting one of the warrior women, and was just about to get killed when he decided to yank the pins from his grenade bandoleer and hope for to get the warrior woman in the blast.

He rolled a fucking natural 20 to strike.

Rolling for damage, he was able to kill the warrior woman, and the slaver warped away again.

However, his body was vaporized. The GM let him have his brain, which our medic swooped in and packed into a portable cryo-unit she had on her person to take to a cyborg-shop later.

Damn that was a fun session.

Someday I’ll have to put up a picture of my RIFTS book collection. I don’t give a damn about the rules governing the gameplay, I just love the story.