I had to leave my cyberpunk group because i was becoming a DM for my college's ttrpg club. We had gone the entire semester without a character dying (though we had some incredibly close calls). I gave my DM full permission to kill my character as cruelly as possible, so long as it was cool. 1/

My rockerboy was stabbed 32 times by a pimp who was essentially Captain Buggy the Clown mixed with Edward Scissorhands. The party prevented my body from being sold on the black market by planting a bomb that turned him into a red mist. 2/