Hello everyone, since we have an increase in sexual activity on the forums, I have decided to cool the whole thing down and share some stories from my Shadowrun campaigns. I'll post the first one here, then you can tell me if you would like to read more.

A Runner's Dream:

This run happened sometime mid to late in the campaign. We were contacted by the Johnson during our break week after a rather sucessful run, so we were rolling in nuyen and felt rather good about ourselves. Anyways, Johnson comes into contact with us with a proposition to work for him and his boss, no funny business yet. He offers us a reward of at least 400K nueyen...each, no runner can refuse an offer like that. This all changed when we found out that the guy we're working for is Lofwyr, the fraggin' president of Saeder Krupp. Following the ancient runner's saying to never deal with a dragon, we nearly hung up on the Johnson, before leaving for Redmond. The only thing that saved us was the smell of a previous victory and the delicious reward. Battling our anxiety, we pressed on.

Apparently, a young dragon has taken up residence in this area and amassed a surprising amount of wealth in a rather short period of time. Saeder Krupp took notice and decided that they don't like it.

Our target was a private, double A corp vault. We were tasked with infiltrating the vaults and finding out where all the monies are coming from. Secondary objectives were to plant a bug into their system, make sure their head honcho had a little accident and finally, fry their servers. Our personal goals were to steal as much yen as we could and try to find whatever other shiny goodies the company hid in their super hi-tech vaults.

For this run we've had our usual black coat team, consisting of:

Karl - The Uberdecker
Chauvette - the Samfiltrator
Nubz - the Rat Shaman
Jim - the Facefiltrator
Hannah - the Gearhead
The Driver - the Rigger

After a week of searching, we found out that the security officer lived alone, the matrix had no spider protecting it (he was away for unknown reasons) and the security was lazier between 1200 and 2000.

Officer Jeyong has ordered a soyburger and a spicy pizza from Jackie's. The food there was cheap drek, but he found that the nostalgia was worth indulging in. Surprisingly enough, the order arrived within 10 minutes. Opening the door, he pulls out his credstick before his eyes roll on his forehead as the delivery girl crushes his throat. 

Next day, Jim, perfectly disguised as Officer Jeyong, strolls into the corp building, giving the two guards at the entrance a curt nod he proceeds to his office, adjusting his uniform and dropping a small drone into one of the bins. The rest of the group, save The Driver, follow suit dressed as regular wage slaves. Passing by the Sec office, they grab the copy of a key to the lower levels when an "accidental" electrical fire starts in the staffroom. Using this distraction, four figures file into the lower levels of the building...

Rolling a few lucky stealth checks, we decide that we couldn't keep this up for long, so Nubz transformed into his ratty self to scout for us. Coming up to the vault door without further problems, we decided not to risk decking the door, instead the Gearhead worked her magic and physically broke into the door. Leaving her behind in control of the drone, we went on to scour the contents while the drone snuck it's way to the server room, rigging up a small EM grenade before trundling off towards the upper levels.

As we suspected, one of the datanodes was located inside the vault, so while the rest of us looted to our heart's content, the Uberdecker set down to work on planting the bug...

Slightly weighted down by the loot, we manage to get back topside without much problems. Unfortunately the fire has spread towards the top levels and shorted out the power, frying the CEO in the process. Apparently the managenment here cared about their employees, since we were escorted out of the building by the Chief of Security himself.

In the end, we secured about 800 grand worth of nuyen as well as a few really rare toys. This was about the most sucessfull run we've ever done, since there was absolutely no need for a fight, which was rather surprising. The main bit of luck was that we forgot to check for magical defences, so the fact that we weren't fried was EXTREMELY lucky (basically, the shaman saved us since he was the only one who brought things to counter whatever magic we could encounter)

Anyways, this concludes the first tale, if you want more stories, let me know. I might even tell you some stories from my Dark Heresy and CoC campaigns

Cath's here!

I think I started something big... I'm sorry guys! I'm sorry!

I screwed up!

ps: you can rp here too

I've seen roleplaying started in a lot of threads, and it's great that people are enjoying themselves! But sometimes it can get in the way of the topic of the thread, and make it hard for people to get back on topic. So here is a thread I encourage people to roleplay on! If that strikes your fancy. 

If it feels forced, try making your own thread, with a more specific line of roleplay perhaps? (Like MDMA's Warhammer 40k RP thread) Either way, I hope you all keep having fun!

                                                                                                      

Dear Members/Community of Mnfclub,
I want to know how to get better at roleplaying and getting other users attention. I started playing mnfclub in later october, talking to tons of people and . But now, I get online try to talk to others and get ignore (I am a male). When I play as a female avatar, I get some in less than 5 minutes to get to a rp but when I play as my own gender, it takes me about a hour or more while I'm playing(I don't like loving man). I will be glad if anyone of you could give me tips,
Thanks,
Mick

INTRODUCTION

Hello my dears, this journey began from the first day, why?, you may ask, because i need it, i need to explore my mind, test my limits, see if i have it in me or not, and mainly, because i need to keep my mind occupied, it works...
Personal problems, led me to create this new "persona", and since day one, i decide that this "new me" will be different, so, i "grab" in all my anger, all my frustation, clenched my fists and take the bull by the horns...
I had some ideas on how to start this journey, but i need partners to help me, to guide me, where to find them? sure, i already knew some good partners, but not for what i need, so, what to do? i use this forum, in here, i found most of them, reading what they wrote, and sending Private Messages, being as honest as possible, describing what i want and making dates with them in-game.
This part is for them, my partners, to all of them, they were absolutely amazing, with some, i'm sure our partnership evolved to friendship, with others at least it was a good experience, for all of them, with no exception, THANK YOU.
A final note for my friends, and specially for my sister in-game, i know i negleted you, i was selfish, i wasn't there when you need me, and for that, I'M SORRY, i know you forgive me, i know you understood my reasons and support my actions, but even through this time, i still feel bad about it, I LOVE YOU!
And that's it, from now on, i post my "experiences" in here, skipping some details, and letting the names of my partners out of it, for a matter of respect to all of them. I hope you all enjoy this "trip" through my dark side, as much as i did.
Kisses and hugs.
Fenix_TS

P.S. The TS is my initials name, an unfortunate choice, that by chance, earned me some partners.
 
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Hey guys, I was thinking of creating a Kik group of MNF, since I think an out-game chat would be awesome and it would be the best way of know each other and chat on a phone without giving away our numbers or private info.

I need interested people before I put it online, tho, so if anyone is interested, send me a PM with your kik username

Este domingo domingo 14 de febrero a partir de las 23:00 hora del jugo dare una fiesta en el servidor beaver bash para todos aquellas personas que hablen español que quieran pasarse, saludos, pasare por las localizaciones de vez en cuando y los otros servirdores de vez en cuando para buscar gente, un saludo

 

The Morning After Some Serious MNF Gaming...

Cold sub-zero start to the day so I opted to make a warm bowl of oats for myself and my husband before I shower.
A little brown sugar, and some fresh berries, yummy.
He had grabbed some strawberries from the store the day before, and of course, they were small and under-ripe.
Great...
Frustrated, for a variety of reasons (read lack of sex) I wanted to mess with him.
Still half asleep, yet feeling wonderfully sexy, I began to devise a plan.
"I'll show him what he is missing" I thought.

My body was stilling willing and hungry, but not for him.
So as the oatmeal simmered on the stove, I rinsed and topped each firm little strawberry.
A warm sensual flush began to well up in me again.
Standing in front of the cutting board, I put the wide end of the whole strawberry on my finger tip, spread my legs a bit (still in my robe) and gently pushed it up and into my pink little hole.
Not so far as to risk temporarily loosing it inside me, but right on the crest of its firm tapered shape.
Balancing it there took a combination of easy pushing from my finger on one end, and a gentle clenching of my groin as I would kegel against the other.
It felt wonderful, albeit a little chilly.
Made me reflect on the events of the previous evening.
I closed my eyes, placed my hands on the counter and held it inside me until I could feel it shed its chill.
Even swayed my hips a bit like those cute little avatars at the club (wanted to make sure it got a nice even coating).
Once warmed, I held my hand below me, deeply squatted, and released it from my oven.
Admired it... beautiful sweet little creation.
Smelled it... rich and flavorful.
Then sliced it into HIS bowl.
I repeated this maybe half a dozen times.
Each berry entered and exited me in pretty much the same manner as the first, but each berry did so easier than the one prior.
The increase in natural lubricant made each round of berry prep a more and more challenging exercise.
I had to increase my focus and my concentration.
Imagine it there, see it, and feel.
Consequently, I enjoyed each berry more than the one before, and as I pushed each one from inside me, it appeared to have more of me over it than the one before.
Absolutely Fabulous...
While digging around in the basket of unripe fruit, a slender half green/half red berry emerged.
Rinsed and toped as before.
I gently rolled it and tucked it between my pussy lips for a brief moment.
Deeply squatting, I pressed the firm wet little jewel against my anus.
Closed my eyes, gently wiggled my hips once or twice, focused on relaxing, I continued to push until I could feel the pressure overcome my tight little knot.
Like a woman's delicate finger entering me, I could feel my ass hole opening and the berry slowly began to vanish.
I think I moaned out loud...
My finger a half inch or so inside me holding it in place, grinding my hips a bit more feverously then before, the berry’s chill vanished instantly.
Squatting so very low, strawberry held tightly in my ass, swaying, spread so wide, robe fully open, I could feel the blood racing through my labia and engorging my clit.

Betting the oats on the stove were about to permanently weld themselves to the saucepan, I moved my finger, bared down and returned my mind, body and berry to this world.
Slowly returning to the counter top to examine the little pointed invader, it had a much stronger more robust scent.
Perfect...
Sliced it into HIS bowl, adjusted my robe and began to assemble breakfast.

I filled an empty bowl with a portion of thick warm oats, sprinkled a few pinches of golden brown sugar over the top and ladled a few tablespoons of milk over the mound before placing the specially prepared compote on top.
Such wonderful and naughty fun I had to this point, but the Piece De Resistance came as I hoisted HIS breakfast to my face.
The bowl was warm in my hands.
The pale white base, streaks of golden brown, puddles of white, and lusty bright pinks and greens were beautiful.
And the smell?
Oh My God the smell.
Every word I had uttered the night before to describe this scent, every old factory memory of passion, romance and intimacy recalled and flooded my senses.
It smelled like a woman.
I imagined such a woman the night before, with her supple wings encasing my head as her core washed back and forth over my face.
I imagined she smelled like this.
I think I moaned out loud again...
In a few minutes, my husband entered the kitchen and sat at the table.
Oblivious to the treat he was about to receive.
Dammit!
The clueless dummy doesn’t deserve this.
Crap!
He has no idea how wonderful this is.

I switched the bowls of oats and spent most of the time eating with one hand below the table and my eyes closed.
A few moments of intimacy with a friend in game, 10 minutes of out of control erotica in the kitchen, and 2 hours writing about it.
All time very well spent...

Natiletightone

Hello all.

Inspiration is not always rosy and bright... sometimes, darker feelings creep up when the hour is late, and they demand their share of the stage . As an experiment, I let this somber mood guide my writing - and below is the result. Strangely, it proved to be quite liberating; I feel renewed and at peace, almost as if a fever has abated... so, no need to worry about me .