... when the party figures out how to fit the whole dead ship in their trophy room
... when the GM asks not where to now, but "why now ?"
... when the RT wants to do a p[itstop on Footfall and the void master wants to race a lander through the floating mountains
... when the void master WINS the race throught he floating mountains
... when the AM and Missionary go on honeymoon and at the end of it are asked nicely not to return due to the body storage being full
...when the party venture into an unknown jungle alone because the troops they brought are left to plunder some old ruins.
...when the only time the party threaten to shoot the sociopathic Astropath is for handling a cat too roughly.
...when heavy machine guns make the concept of aiming pointless. And useless.
...When the Cat threatens to shoot the sociopathic Astropath for stepping on its tail on accident
...When the cat becomes part of the crew because he apparently aims better than the Missionary
...When the Missionary and Arch-Militant {a husband and wife combo} decide to adopt the Cat and the Cat berings his entire 640 member family on board
...Whe nthe cat shows off his driving skills and gets his own Baneblade
...When the players actually wonder what the GM drank and if they can have some
...when an approaching bombardment is not a valid reason to hasten your afternoon tea.
...when before leaving an excavation site on an unknown planet for the orbit , the standard question is not "Is everyone here?" but "Have you plundered everything?"
...when the party's shopping-list for a day in town get copy-and-pasted as the supply list for the next Crusade.
Edited by Sergeant UnclepearYouir Astropath has a headcold.... and its not the only thing that hurts either
Your AM is pregenant and half the crew is scared they may be the father
The Missionary walks with a smile every day due to the wife being knocked up
The RT actually has hair treatment and no more bald spot
You know you are GM-ing or Playing Rogue Trader, when:
- you read through 25 pages of ARCHIVED material and either think a) we did that or b) i want to do that.....
Skulls, not hats or belt buckles though
:)
... The only way NOT to start a war is to NOT insult anyone wearing an outrageous hat
... The Ork Weirdboy is saner than the Astropath
... The Missionary is a father and plans to teach his daughter the right way to turn heritics into BBQ beef
... When you pick a fight with a medium sized sun for the sole person of making your ship go faster.
.... you somehow {after a year} get half the gang back together {my AM, or RT, and Astropath and Senchal players} and manage to convince the GM for "just one more raid" which somehoew turns into a whoel campaign to retake a swath of worlds from the Eldar, Tau, and Orks
Somehow next summer is going to be one heck of a party
...when the Explorator get the necrophagus mutation while the ship is docket at a station and before leaving the Rogue Trader orders: "Load some meat. Or some poor people. You know what? Poor people are cheaper!"