[The Master sounds growly and unsettled. Because he's back to Hobo!Master for the day. Huzzah.]

This. This is not funny. I want to be back like I was. I want it right now.

[There's the sound of something firing and then the Master exhales angrily and there's the sound of the crackle and buzz of electricity and someone screaming. And then it's quiet ( Read more... )

You're in the Wasteland and it's dark. There are piles of rubble and rubbish everywhere, casting shadows. Hills and crevices, and large discarded pieces of machinery. It stretches on forever, larger than is possible. There's no escape on foot from this Wasteland. The Wasteland is the whole world.

It is also curiously empty. No small nighttime ( Read more... )

[Video on, still in the streets. The Master's lost his jumper somewhere and he's down to a white dress shirt that really isn't that white anymore. It's spattered with blood, as are his trousers, if less noticeably and both of them are torn in various places. The Master himself is a bit wild-eyed.]

Can you contain everyone? Can you hunt down them all ( Read more... )

[There's a man in the shadows. It's outside, it's dark, and he's huddled against a building in an alleyway, crouching. It's difficult to see what he's wearing but it's probably black, or some other equally dark colour. He is definitely wearing a hoodie, though, as the hood is pulled up over his head, putting the upper half of his face into shadow.

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