Lecture 13: Welcome to my Kingdom
[The Doctor has experienced quite a haul for Christmas. Not only did he get what appeared to look like a stone throne, he also received just the thing he needed to speed up his base's construction: a digger battle robot. It seemed to respond to his command just fine. Perhaps it was just as susceptible to the Demon Crown's power which, admittedly, is strange for robots.
Outside his home, legions of hulking, frenzied drones are being guided into his garage where construction will resume.]
[Phone]
Yet another crisis well averted.
It must have been quite a shock for many of you to realize that nothing had changed. Only your perceptions. You could say that it was all just a nightmare, but that sadly isn't the case.
You have killed your own. Slain them with your hands. There is no denying that many of you... need work with your relationships. I, on the other hand? Have no regrets. That is because all up until now, I have merely done just as I pleased. And none of you believed that they could be anything but fake anyway.
To those that cherish notions like "love" and "camaraderie", please, spare me that tripe. There are limits to such sentiments. You have abandoned your own. Accept that. See how easily the public is manipulated. I can't say this has been a remarkable experiment because anybody can see the same results even beyond Mayfield. But when it hits home like this, it's certainly unnerving, eh?
Give it up. All of you. You are no defenders of this town. Friendships die at the drop of a pin, when all of you would listen to a man on a television screen over the ones you personally cherish. Do you see why a man like me is needed? You all require a ruler to define right and wrong, stupidity from cleverness. And I prescribe to you... myself.
... Well, then. Happy holidays from your friendly, neighborhood Doctor. And your king.
[Filtered to KINGDOM members]
Now then. My true allies.
I would encourage you all to join me at 754 Partridge Dr.! There is a little surprise I'd like to show you all in the basement. Hmhm... Consider it a reward for enduring these harsh environments so far, I suppose.
[Private to KINGDOM members: 754 Partridge Dr.]
[Indeed, the garage doors are opened and anybody who answered the Doctor's call can enter and find the house's basement. There, a pair of two large iron doors have opened revealing a tunnel that had been built some time ago. The tunnel is fairly well constructed and leads down a winding path further underground through yet more doors and gates that the Doctor installed. They were merely for decorative purposes and chances are, a person with sufficient powers can break through them at any time.
There were most likely other security measures installed, but for the time being, they have been turned off. Through the winding corridor is now a large room that resembled what looked like a plantation. There were three sets of soil plots stretching out across the room and towards the next tunnel. A gang of frenzied drones appear to be tending to the plantation which as of yet didn't seem to be growing anything. The Doctor was expecting something, however.
Past the Plantation and through another series of tunnels finally came... the Throne Room. Stone columns decorated this room in a circular pattern. At the center of the room now is a wide table with wooden chairs set up. The Doctor himself sat on a remarkably unique chair: a throne carved made from stone, something that he had regained just a little while ago.
The Doctor sat there, waiting for his allies to show up. Around the walls of the "conference room" were more tunnels. Within are more tunnels being constructed leading to the surface. Where the members of KINGDOM sat now is the heart of the base, but the Doctor had in mind to continue expanding.]
And welcome.
Outside his home, legions of hulking, frenzied drones are being guided into his garage where construction will resume.]
[Phone]
Yet another crisis well averted.
It must have been quite a shock for many of you to realize that nothing had changed. Only your perceptions. You could say that it was all just a nightmare, but that sadly isn't the case.
You have killed your own. Slain them with your hands. There is no denying that many of you... need work with your relationships. I, on the other hand? Have no regrets. That is because all up until now, I have merely done just as I pleased. And none of you believed that they could be anything but fake anyway.
To those that cherish notions like "love" and "camaraderie", please, spare me that tripe. There are limits to such sentiments. You have abandoned your own. Accept that. See how easily the public is manipulated. I can't say this has been a remarkable experiment because anybody can see the same results even beyond Mayfield. But when it hits home like this, it's certainly unnerving, eh?
Give it up. All of you. You are no defenders of this town. Friendships die at the drop of a pin, when all of you would listen to a man on a television screen over the ones you personally cherish. Do you see why a man like me is needed? You all require a ruler to define right and wrong, stupidity from cleverness. And I prescribe to you... myself.
... Well, then. Happy holidays from your friendly, neighborhood Doctor. And your king.
[Filtered to KINGDOM members]
Now then. My true allies.
I would encourage you all to join me at 754 Partridge Dr.! There is a little surprise I'd like to show you all in the basement. Hmhm... Consider it a reward for enduring these harsh environments so far, I suppose.
[Private to KINGDOM members: 754 Partridge Dr.]
[Indeed, the garage doors are opened and anybody who answered the Doctor's call can enter and find the house's basement. There, a pair of two large iron doors have opened revealing a tunnel that had been built some time ago. The tunnel is fairly well constructed and leads down a winding path further underground through yet more doors and gates that the Doctor installed. They were merely for decorative purposes and chances are, a person with sufficient powers can break through them at any time.
There were most likely other security measures installed, but for the time being, they have been turned off. Through the winding corridor is now a large room that resembled what looked like a plantation. There were three sets of soil plots stretching out across the room and towards the next tunnel. A gang of frenzied drones appear to be tending to the plantation which as of yet didn't seem to be growing anything. The Doctor was expecting something, however.
Past the Plantation and through another series of tunnels finally came... the Throne Room. Stone columns decorated this room in a circular pattern. At the center of the room now is a wide table with wooden chairs set up. The Doctor himself sat on a remarkably unique chair: a throne carved made from stone, something that he had regained just a little while ago.
The Doctor sat there, waiting for his allies to show up. Around the walls of the "conference room" were more tunnels. Within are more tunnels being constructed leading to the surface. Where the members of KINGDOM sat now is the heart of the base, but the Doctor had in mind to continue expanding.]
And welcome.