Kinda reminds me of a scene in "Twister." Here are these storm chasers... seriously insane people, if there ever were any... and they're in this nice, new shiny red Dodge Ram and the tornado that they were chasing suddenly decides to swat at them. So, there they are, the truck spinning in circles on the bridge and they see a cow fly past, "Moooo!" and everything. One of them says "Cow..." Then, there's another "Moooo!" "Another cow..."<br/><br/>"No, I think that't the same one."<br/><br/>Hmmm game stories... Many years ago, I was in a short run Shadowrun 2E game. We got a new player in the group who, as I remembered from past experience, just HAD to make a grand entrance. He was playing a troll with .1 essence. He was having a love affair with a toaster...<br/><br/>My own character, a semi-buck rogers background guy who managed to get himself launched into space and became a meat popcicle for nearly 70 years. It was an interesting concept and had lots of trouble adjusting to 1, being in a future that had these things like dwarves, orcs and trolls... and that a dog kept talking to him (Dog Shaman). Anyway, he came across a Bell 222 helicopter that was sitting in an abandoned part of the airport and he adopted it and started to restore it.<br/><br/>So, the troll rents the chopper and wanted a tour of Seattle. The gang had taken over an old apartment building as their headquarters and via meathods still unknown to me, the troll learned about it. As the helicopter flew over the 7 story building, the troll opens the door and jumps out at about 500 feet. "The Belle 222 has x feet of space, and a hanglider takes up x amount of space. He can open it in the helicopter and jump out...<br/><br/>Ok, I was "What?" as this troll plumets 300 feet while he's trying to get this hangglider to open properly. He gets it to open and lift just in tme to go face first into a giant ad sign across the street.... there went his glider and he's doing the wilde e. Coyote routine with a triangle of metal in his hands as his momentum carries him across the street, across the roof of the building and slows him just enough to save himself from falling off of the other side.. then, his bag-o-Panther Cannon that was strapped to the glider and his feet decides to swing by and Thwack! right in the kisser... and off he goes... So much for that grand, impressive as hell and thoroughly thought out entrance.