Editing Major Tom (section)

== '''Anons recount of the game Major Tom was created for:''' ==

It's time, /tg/. The first play session of Major Tom has just concluded, and do I have a story for you.

Bump the thread for a bit as I type it out, because it is a lengthy tale.

If any of you are fans of Major Tom, make sure to stick around and this story is a doozy.
Firstly though party make-up.

Player 1: Tiefling Cleric. Calm, cool, collected type. He uses an Ouija board as his holy symbol and worships the Raven Queen.
Player 2: Human Paladin, walks the path of JUSTICE and SMITING. He carries around a tall shield with a sword, and hates the undead But I still think he's a pretty cool guy.
Player 3: Elven Ranger. The Hunter/forager of the party. She has an interest in the mystical side of everything. she looks so familiar...
And then there's me.

Now, sitting down at the table, the other players have no idea what my character is or anything. They are sitting around the table, patiently introducing their characters.

Then it gets to my turn and I use KNOWING GLANCE on my DM. He nods, and the party looks puzzled, but we continue. I have my iPad at the ready, with a selection of musical hits at my disposal.

So, the party starts without me, going about the usual methods a DM would use to explain a party forming from mostly strangers. (The Elf and the Tiefling had travelled together for a few months prior to the game's start.)

They seem even more confused when my character has no introduction, and is seemingly not present at all.

The DM leads them on an adventure to stop an Elven Warlord who has been amassing forces in an attempt to overthrow the local governing hand and insert himself as the new bigwig of the area.
The party makes a few investigative checks, and eventually is led to an abandoned storehouse that used to be used for arms and ammunition, that had been cleaned out and transported elsewhere.

Well, apparently, this Warlord thought it was a good idea to set up shop here, and move all of his weapons, explosives, and men into this storehouse as a sort of Mother Base of his own.

The party sets up a plan to raid it, waiting until nightfall.

The elf ranger reports that she sees him walking about outside with a few of his men, sort of taking inventory, it seems.

>I hit play.

Then they hear it.

Metallica's "Ride the Lightning" begins to fill the air, although the characters have no fucking clue what it is. The players and DM begin to lose composure a bit.

"Look, in the sky!" shouts the Paladin. "Be it hellfire?"

Streaks of fire and rock appear in the night sky, and the sound of a madman screaming lasso permeates the air.

>There is someone else controlling me

I scream from the meteor I am clinging to.

>Death in the air.

I spot the mercenary king, and just scream at him from up on high.

>Strapped in the electric chair.
>This can't be happening to me.

I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY TO BE HEADING TO TERRA FIRMA ONCE MORE

The warlord is staring in fear, and the party member is waiting with bated breath.

>Who made you God to say.
>"I'll take your life from you!"

And then... Impact.
I explode onto the ground, detonating what used to be an elven warlord.

The party freaks, standing up and charging the scene. They go running down the hills, as mercenaries come out of the storehouse.

>next song starts.
>Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time.
>I feel ali-i-i-ive and the world it's turning inside out.
>Yeah.
>I'm floatin' around in ecstasy so.
>Don't stop me now.
>Don't stop me.
>Cuz I'm havin' a good time, havin' a good time.

This whole time, I am emerging from my crater, and swinging my MACE OF SPACE like a goddamn madman, taking out hordes of the mercs as the party make their way down to the fight.

>I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies
>Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

Bodies everywhere, and the rest of the guys finally get there and we start fighting off the mercenaries.

As the dust settles, the party stares at me, not sure of what to think of the man who fell from the sky.
I ignore them completely, and talk to a small radio unit on my helmet.

"GROUND CONTROL, MAJOR TOM. I have made contact. It has been so long, Ground Control. 326 years by my calculations. 326 FUCKIN' YEARS FLOATING IN THAT BLACK DEATH WE CALL THE FINAL FRONTIER, HAHAHA. Now attempting contact with local inhabitants."

At this point, I approach the party and am immediately SMITED by the Paladin, who is a hit first ask questions later kind of guy.

The sword cleaves through my being and shatters everything that I am, and the players have no idea what to do. And then, I begin to RATTLERATTLE reform.

"WHAT MANNER OF VILE UNDEATH ARE YOU?” Cries the bitch ass paladin. I reform my skull last, and then I look him in the eyes and hit a switch on my control panel.

NOW THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIPPED, TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
The DM then does me the favour of catching the party up to speed.

Fast forward a bit.
We walk throughout the wilderness for a while, with my helmet constantly blaring the hits of the 70s and 80s, much to the confusion of the party.

I am constantly updating "Ground Control" with whatever I am currently doing/experiencing. We make our way to the city, and the sun is rising. People have begun to emerge from their homes, and in order to not incite mass panic, the Tiefling looks to me and says "I know not what sort of creature you are, and the Raven Queen has no guidance for me.
So that being said, I have determined you are neither good nor evil, but rather an in-between. As such, I will grant you the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise. However, we must hide your visage so as not to frighten the population here."

I look at him, and wait a moment before sliding my reflective visor down and begin to walk backwards, moonwalk style.

"THIS USED TO BE THE GREATEST DANCE EVER, YA KNOW", I exclaim.

And we make our way through the gates.
The party is confused, but goes on.

>MAKING OUR WAY DOWNTOWN, FACES PASS AND I'M HOMEBOUND.

The ranger approaches me and asks if. I may turn the sounds off. Puzzled, I agree, and upon doing so scream "SURE THING, I HATE THAT FUCKING SONG ANYWAYS. WHITE BITCHES, RIGHT?"

"GROUND CONTROL, MAJOR T-" I stop mid-sentence.

All belligerence leaves my character as I stare forward.

The party moves on without me for a few yards before realizing. I have stopped. They turn to retrieve me, and the paladin asks "What is it? Have you found a soul to steal, vermin?"

I begin to walk.

"Creature! I speak to you!"

I ignore him.

He realizes I'm walking towards a small child by herself, who is playing with some rocks.

"VILLAIN", he cries, "STOP YOUR COURSE!"

I ignore him.

He charges me, assuming my ill intent towards this child, and he grabs my arm. I continue forward, leaning as far as I can. He is pulling with all of his might, and I reach into a pouch.

"ALLIES, AID ME!" He yells out, but they ignore him, wanting to see what transpires.

And then I remove a small package from my pocket, and reach out towards the girl.

"HEY, KIDDO." I say.

She turns to look, and she eyes us up and down before spotting the package. She ask if it is for her, which I tell her "YES IT IS. I HAVE BEEN SAVING THIS FOR A LONG TIME CHARLY."

The paladin lets go, not sure what to think.

The small girl opens the pouch, and eats the brightly coloured treat. I kneel beside her and watch, talking to her for a long time about my journey and how I have missed her.
The Ranger looks at the odd filmy paper she has lifted from my pockets and sees the image from the last post.

"Is that his daughter?" Asks the cleric of the elf.
"I don't believe so", she replies, "however I don't think he knows that..."

And the party watches on as this stranded space man talks to this small child and gives her treats. He offers to give her a piggyback ride, which she accepts, and for a moment, the Major is happy again.

The party agrees to allow me to carry on, as they simultaneously realize they did not order these feels.

Fast forwarding a bit, the child leaves the Major to return home, confused by the whole thing but she doesn't really mind. The Major appears to be content, for he is quiet, except for the low sounds of David Bowie's Space Oddity.

The party has agreed to head out and clear out a vampire cave, and recovered me, and we are now heading out.

I begin to realize that the elf appears to be somewhat familiar.

And this is where the story ends, /tg/. I know, I know, not very combat heavy, but we were short on time for today's game.