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007 [accidental video]
[The first thing that one is able to see on the screen is fire. A decent amount of it. Flames are lighting up a few trees and the ruins of a building that could have already been ruins, could have been whole before--it's hard to tell. Destruction, simply. Thankfully, it's confined to a small area ( Read more... ) -
006 [video]
...Rainbow sheep. [He snorts, throwing his arms up in the air for a moment.] From zombies to these. I might even be growing warm to the Animus' sense of humor, if it weren't for the fact that these creatures look so ridiculously ugly. [To himself.] Almost as bad as that one coat of his ( Read more... ) -
005 [video]
[This last week has had some pluses and minuses. The mindless killing (no pun intended) was rather theraputic, yes. The girl who claimed to know everything about him and his future? Not so much. The Master has no reason to believe her, doesn't have the slightest bit of trust in her words, but the ideas have been plaguing his mind regardless ( Read more... ) -
004 [video/action]
[Absentmindedly constructing death rays is rather pointless when one has a sonic screwdriver, and there's just not enough things to tinker with in this place. The Master's getting bored. Very, very easily. As usual. For now, he's back at the library, flipping through books ( Read more... ) -
003 [video]
Oh, so it changes.
[This song is now playing in the background.]
My very first victory song from that little adventure.
[He hums along for a little bit, before leaning back in his chair.]
There must be something to do around here. Otherwise, I'm going to have to make my own fun. -
002 [video]
[The Master is looking a tad...bored, really, fingers drumming absentmindedly against the table in a familiar pattern. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. Some things haven't changed. Still, something is intriguing him a little--mainly, the music.
This song is playing happily in the background.]Track three. How interesting. Have we all got ( Read more... ) -
001 [video]
[A smartly dressed figure is prodding at the PCD with a long metal tool, as if he's trying to work out just how it works. Nothing looks very out of the ordinary with him, aside from the splotch of crimson on his otherwise impeccably clean white dress shirt.]
It figures that humans can't do anything right. Such a simple set of instructions, and yet ( Read more... ) -
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