Squire Ned: My tabletop gaming group sucks at shadowrun
Squire Ned: We were messing around with a random GM thing
Squire Ned: so basically you ask it yes no questions.
Squire Ned: The party woke up with amnesia and fought off a bunch of enemies.
Squire Ned: "Are they military?" yes.
Squire Ned: "Are they spec ops?" yes
Squire Ned: STOP ASKING QUESTIONS
Squire Ned: We decide to reverse our luck, since we couldn't get meaningful intel, by hitting an armored car.
Squire Ned: "Is there money" Exceptionally not.
Squire Ned: "Is there a bomb?"
Squire Ned: Yes.
Squire Ned: Cue guy on motorcycle with anti-tank cannon mounted on it getting instantly vaporized.
Squire Ned: Our armored car (this was essentially a no-holds-barred game) gets blown up.
Squire Ned: Everyone in it dies, except for the troll, who is merely almost dead.
Squire Ned: One of the players bought eight anti-tank missiles and no launcher for them.
Squire Ned: If he had survived, the troll would have been able to escape the police by exiting the underside of the highway.
Squire Ned: In less than six in-game seconds
Squire Ned: we wiped out half a city block
Squire Ned: and *ALL* of the player characters.
Squire Ned: Because "is it a bomb?"
Squire Ned: I'm done. Just done.