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	Unlike that holy-than-thou Runa, the reason that Yohn's dislike of "Major Tom" wasn't based on religion, ideology, or creepiness. It wasn't even based on the fact that the few small nuts of silvery metal or hunks of rough, porous rock he'd managed to "liberate" from the pockets in the skeleton's armor turned out to be worthless when he'd brought them to his fence. No, Yohn's real objection to traveling with the white-clad undead was the fact that he was so damned unpredictable.		Unlike that holy-than-thou Runa, the reason that Yohn's dislike of "Major Tom" wasn't based on religion, ideology, or creepiness. It wasn't even based on the fact that the few small nuts of silvery metal or hunks of rough, porous rock he'd managed to "liberate" from the pockets in the skeleton's armor turned out to be worthless when he'd brought them to his fence. No, Yohn's real objection to traveling with the white-clad undead was the fact that he was so damned unpredictable.

	When your profession can be best described as "dick-ass thief” you have to be able to rely on your targets and allies acting predictably. You have to trust that your mark will be so caught up with their daily routine that they'll neither feel nor suspect you cutting their purse strings, and you have to trust that your compatriots will be NOT bring the attention of every Paladin in town down around your ears by bounding undisguised across the market place shouting at the top of the lungs he ~~DOESNT~~ have how glad he is to see people again after his long trip through the cosmos!		When your profession can be best described as "dick-ass thief” you have to be able to rely on your targets and allies acting predictably. You have to trust that your mark will be so caught up with their daily routine that they'll neither feel nor suspect you cutting their purse strings, and you have to trust that your compatriots will be NOT bring the attention of every Paladin in town down around your ears by bounding undisguised across the market place shouting at the top of the lungs he DOESN'T have how glad he is to see people again after his long trip through the cosmos!

	"No, Major Tom's special kind of madness is most definitely cramping my game."		"No, Major Tom's special kind of madness is most definitely cramping my game."

	Yohn thought as he tried for the seventh time to disarm the wall trap currently impeding the group's progress. Wiping his brow, the man calmly stowed his tools before standing up and motioning for their skeletal comrade to join him by the trigger mechanism.		Yohn thought as he tried for the seventh time to disarm the wall trap currently impeding the group's progress. Wiping his brow, the man calmly stowed his tools before standing up and motioning for their skeletal comrade to join him by the trigger mechanism.

	"At least he's good for something..."		"At least he's good for something..."
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	"He rode a shooting star down from the sky. He left a crater in the field where we found him. I know I was skeptical at first too, but what more proof do you need?"		"He rode a shooting star down from the sky. He left a crater in the field where we found him. I know I was skeptical at first too, but what more proof do you need?"

	The bell on the general store's door rang, indicating the presence of a new customer, which temporarily brought the conversation to a stop. Not seeming all too upset about having his prize taken away, Yohn moved on to the next trinket that caught his eye, leaving Runa be to finish gathering their necessary supplies.		The bell on the general store's door rang, indicating the presence of a new customer, which temporarily brought the conversation to a stop. Not seeming all too upset about having his prize taken away, Yohn moved on to the next trinket that caught his eye, leaving Runa be to finish gathering their necessary supplies.

	"I suppose such a feat would be hard to fake."		"I suppose such a feat would be hard to fake."

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	'''Major Tom''' is the hot new sensation storming [[/tg/]]. Basically, Major Tom (his Self given nickname from repeated listenings of David Bowie's [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYMCLz5PQVwo "Space Oddity"]), originally an otherwise unnamed astronaut (or cosmonaut? Sometimes you just can't tell), is turned into an unkillable, immortal (and ever-so-slightly batshit insane) space skeleton... and then lands in a [[Dungeons & Dragons]] campaign.		'''Major Tom''' is the hot new sensation storming [[/tg/]]. Basically, Major Tom (his Self given nickname from repeated listenings of David Bowie's [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYMCLz5PQVwo "Space Oddity"]), originally an otherwise unnamed astronaut (or cosmonaut? Sometimes you just can't tell), is turned into an unkillable, immortal (and ever-so-slightly batshit insane) space skeleton... and then lands in a [[Dungeons & Dragons]] campaign.

	What is meant by unkillable is that if he is destroyed or shattered, ~~'''~~Major Tom~~'''~~ regenerates back into his original form by fusing all of his bony pieces back together. When regenerating, Tom makes an eerie rattling noise.		What is meant by unkillable is that if he is destroyed or shattered, Major Tom regenerates back into his original form by fusing all of his bony pieces back together. When regenerating, Tom makes an eerie rattling noise.

	~~'''~~Major Tom~~'''~~ is constantly plagued (or blessed, if that's what you're in to) by "Top of the 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's" songs played through his communications systems. He possesses little to no control over what plays.		Major Tom is constantly plagued (or blessed, if that's what you're in to) by "Top of the 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's" songs played through his communications systems. He possesses little to no control over what plays.

	~~'''~~Major Tom~~'''~~ is armed with a "Space Mace" made from pieces of his ship cold welded together along with a jet-pack 'Made of Screams and powered by the life force of all those who have died in space', he also has a wishing star embedded in his skull that he uses to give little girls ice-cream and toys.		Major Tom is armed with a "Space Mace" made from pieces of his ship cold welded together along with a jet-pack 'Made of Screams and powered by the life force of all those who have died in space', he also has a wishing star embedded in his skull that he uses to give little girls ice-cream and toys.

	During his various travels, Major Tom constantly updates "Ground Control" on his mission status. Whether or not he is actually communicating with a "Ground Control" remains to be seen.		During his various travels, Major Tom constantly updates "Ground Control" on his mission status. Whether or not he is actually communicating with a "Ground Control" remains to be seen.

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	== '''Some Write Faggotry by a random anon:''' ==		== '''Some Write Faggotry by a random anon:''' ==

	The accident on the Apollo 21 Lab Station couldn't be contained. Rescue missions sent to the station disaster hurriedly collected the lab's most recent studies of the sun's relations to a quantum vacuum. Unexpectedly the teams broke all protocol and transmitted this data openly and unencrypted. The data was a garbled mess of obscure information and bizarrely outdated language. What could be gleaned from it though were very clear specifications for angles and spectral configurations for viewing specific parts of the sun. Attempts of following these directions using remote viewing from earth through space telescopes ruined the orbital equipment. All other manned orbital stations that attempted it immediately cut off their contact with the earth.

	After a prolonged silence the medley of military presences in orbit unleashed themselves unilaterally unto the earth. Orbital kinetic bombardment weapons carved strange symbols across the earth's surface. The attacks on heavily populated areas however were primarily carried out by manned re-entry drop-frames: armed suits intended for quick reaction force insertion. Millions of these orbital drop frames blazed through the atmosphere, unfurling into their squat insectoid shapes upon landing. They were covered in hastily painted glyphs. Downed drop frames always proved to have dead pilots hanging limply within.

	~~Their only communications were being piped back and forth between the millions of drop frames: an endless loop of a synthesized voice saying~~

	~~"Burn a path to earth. Prepare them for the Sun's arrival."~~
	Runa Dawnsmith remembered having grown up in the Holy Church of Vancia's Home for War Orphans alongside many other children whose parents had been claimed by the Confederacy of Necromancers, where a profound hatred for the undead and the black hearted villains who raised them had been instilled in her from a young age. She reminisced that it was that very same hatred that had guided her path to become a Paladin-Justicar of the Church. She recalled that this hatred that had allowed her to smite more abominations and their masters than she could count. She milled over the fact that this same hatred that would have urged her to strike down anyone blasphemous enough to suggest that she might one day willingly share company with the undead.		Runa Dawnsmith remembered having grown up in the Holy Church of Vancia's Home for War Orphans alongside many other children whose parents had been claimed by the Confederacy of Necromancers, where a profound hatred for the undead and the black hearted villains who raised them had been instilled in her from a young age. She reminisced that it was that very same hatred that had guided her path to become a Paladin-Justicar of the Church. She recalled that this hatred that had allowed her to smite more abominations and their masters than she could count. She milled over the fact that this same hatred that would have urged her to strike down anyone blasphemous enough to suggest that she might one day willingly share company with the undead.

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	Runs Dawnsmith said, following the skeleton's lead.		Runs Dawnsmith said, following the skeleton's lead.


	Unlike that holy-than-thou Runa, the reason that Yohn's dislike of "Major Tom" wasn't based on religion, ideology, or creepiness. It wasn't even based on the fact that the few small nuts of silvery metal or hunks of rough, porous rock he'd managed to "liberate" from the pockets in the skeleton's armor turned out to be worthless when he'd brought them to his fence. No, Yohn's real objection to traveling with the white-clad undead was the fact that he was so damned unpredictable.		Unlike that holy-than-thou Runa, the reason that Yohn's dislike of "Major Tom" wasn't based on religion, ideology, or creepiness. It wasn't even based on the fact that the few small nuts of silvery metal or hunks of rough, porous rock he'd managed to "liberate" from the pockets in the skeleton's armor turned out to be worthless when he'd brought them to his fence. No, Yohn's real objection to traveling with the white-clad undead was the fact that he was so damned unpredictable.

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	"At least he's good for something..."		"At least he's good for something..."
	Yohn thought.		Yohn thought.


	If there was anything more profound than Runa's former hatred for their newest companion and more persistent than Yohn's annoyance with the Major, it was the sense of terror the undead starfarer instilled in Lisbet. Although the Holy Church of Vancia's doctrine held that the undead should not be pitied, and even though the adolescent priestess herself had conducted sermons on how one must always be brave in such trying times, discussing religious theory in the cathedral library or preaching in the park for extra credit at the seminary were VERY different than coming face to face with an actual abomination, in the flesh or lack thereof.		If there was anything more profound than Runa's former hatred for their newest companion and more persistent than Yohn's annoyance with the Major, it was the sense of terror the undead starfarer instilled in Lisbet. Although the Holy Church of Vancia's doctrine held that the undead should not be pitied, and even though the adolescent priestess herself had conducted sermons on how one must always be brave in such trying times, discussing religious theory in the cathedral library or preaching in the park for extra credit at the seminary were VERY different than coming face to face with an actual abomination, in the flesh or lack thereof.

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	This night especially, the young holy woman couldn't sleep for fear that the undead in the strange white shrouds would come to end her life, but found also that she could no longer continue living in such fear of their most unusual guest. Making the hardest decision if her life, Lisbet donned her vestments, still dusty from the day's travels, and grasped close her holy symbol and prayer book, leaving her tent to confront her foe.		This night especially, the young holy woman couldn't sleep for fear that the undead in the strange white shrouds would come to end her life, but found also that she could no longer continue living in such fear of their most unusual guest. Making the hardest decision if her life, Lisbet donned her vestments, still dusty from the day's travels, and grasped close her holy symbol and prayer book, leaving her tent to confront her foe.

	It hadn't taken a lot of searching before Lisbet found the Major, being able to hear the strange, unholy music he played at all hours, and the young priestess was surprised and terrified at the thought that he would conduct his unholy and nefarious nightly ritual so close to the camp they all shared. Crouched low in the undergrowth in a rather unclerical act of subterfuge, she was hidden from view as the undead turned to face her direction, moon and stars reflected in the strange glass visor of his helmet, the cool light illuminating the white skull within. There was a squelch of static, and then quiet as the music ceased, a soft, empty, expectant noise issuing from inside the helmet before the skeleton began to speak in a tone of voice far wearier than Lisbet had heard him use before.		It hadn't taken a lot of searching before Lisbet found the Major, being able to hear the strange, unholy music he played at all hours, and the young priestess was surprised and terrified at the thought that he would conduct his unholy and nefarious nightly ritual so close to the camp they all shared. Crouched low in the undergrowth in a rather unclerical act of subterfuge, she was hidden from view as the undead turned to face her direction, moon and stars reflected in the strange glass visor of his helmet, the cool light illuminating the white skull within. There was a squelch of static, and then quiet as the music ceased, a soft, empty, expectant noise issuing from inside the helmet before the skeleton began to speak in a tone of voice far wearier than Lisbet had heard him use before.

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	The skeleton's raucous laugh came so unexpectedly that Lisbet nearly shrieked and leapt from her hiding spot, but Tom didn't seem to notice.		The skeleton's raucous laugh came so unexpectedly that Lisbet nearly shrieked and leapt from her hiding spot, but Tom didn't seem to notice.

	"Weather conditions have been nominal, as I understand them, for this time of the year in this part of this particular planet. The road has been level and the ifher members if my exploratory team have been amiable and in good spirits. I met a raccoon while setting up camp this evening. Poked that raccoon for Science. Had to fight off that raccoon. You'll receive a full report once I return."		"Weather conditions have been nominal, as I understand them, for this time of the year in this part of this particular planet. The road has been level and the ifher members if my exploratory team have been amiable and in good spirits. I met a raccoon while setting up camp this evening. Poked that raccoon for Science. Had to fight off that raccoon. You'll receive a full report once I return."

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	"STARS. SO MANY FUCKING STARS. TOO MANY STARS. ALL I CAN SEE ARE FUCKING STARS. FUCK."		"STARS. SO MANY FUCKING STARS. TOO MANY STARS. ALL I CAN SEE ARE FUCKING STARS. FUCK."

	~~Despite~~ the ~~sudden popularity of~~ Major Tom~~, nothing more has been heard of him~~ in ~~the last few months~~. Whether or not there will be ~~future mission updates~~ with Tom ~~has yet~~ to be seen.		It was later confirmed that the campaign Major Tom was in fell apart after only two sessions. Whether or not there will be more adventures with Major Tom remains to be seen.

	[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|Pencil drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]		[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|Pencil drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]

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1d4chan>Grumbler at 06:59, 23 August 2014

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	Despite the sudden popularity of Major Tom, nothing more has been heard of him in the last few months. Whether or not there will be future mission updates with Tom has yet to be seen.		Despite the sudden popularity of Major Tom, nothing more has been heard of him in the last few months. Whether or not there will be future mission updates with Tom has yet to be seen.

	[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|~~Another~~ drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]		[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|Pencil drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]

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	[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|Another drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]		[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|Another drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]



	*First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31236570/		*First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31236570/

1d4chan>Grumbler at 06:47, 23 August 2014

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	Despite the sudden popularity of Major Tom, nothing more has been heard of him in the last few months. Whether or not there will be future mission updates with Tom has yet to be seen.		Despite the sudden popularity of Major Tom, nothing more has been heard of him in the last few months. Whether or not there will be future mission updates with Tom has yet to be seen.

	[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|~~right~~\|280px\|Another drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]		[[Image:Majortom_cleanup_nocolor.png\|thumb\|left\|280px\|Another drawing of Major Tom giving a piggyback ride to a peasant girl]]

	*First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31236570/		*First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31236570/