Troubles With Tone
Some People Don't Listen Years ago Paul ran a fairly hardcore game of Shadowrun that needed a couple more people to round out the team, so he stopped into his local game shop to recruit. He picked up a couple of older guys who seemed easy to get along with. We had a cybered up Troll Sam, a femme fatale who was great at blades and shooting, and had a ridiculous skillwire library for anything else, and a studious hermetic mage; we added a physical adept and a pretty competent shaman. We were set. The mission had the team sneaking into a small Balkan country where a powerful spirit had set up his own little domain. The team posed as travelling merchants. Not perfect, but it was good enough...until the shaman stopped the game to record how many sticks of which flavor gum he had handed out to some kids. Dude, doesn't matter... but no, he ground the game to a halt and made sure everyone STOPPED for him to make sure he had recorded proof of an exact count - for something no one els...