Ich könnte schwören, das ich in einer dieser Sessions schon war...
The PCs are mismatched scuba divers aboard a hideously-beweaponed starcruiser who, with a lot of trial and error, fight the Terrible Zodin for sexual gratification because today is a good day to die.
The PCs are unintentionally hilarious heroes in the ghetto who, with a vast arsenal of weapons, fight robots bent on destroying humanity for Jesus in a chilling vision of the future.
The PCs are one-note go-go dancers on a rocket to the moon who, with a knockout ad campaign, fight robots for beads and trinkets until their true foe reveals himself.
"Mommy, the scary script knows my game..."