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Feb 26, 2008 15:01

Doom comes in giant pepper pots. From their bulbous, brazen cathedral in some unfortunate corner of the Nexus issue a stream of the quasi-religious Daleks. The parade is a particularly flashy one, intended to attract as many potential converts as possible; leading the way are a trio swinging censers (the incense smells like burning tires, and may well be); a squad of the more nimble-plungered troops roll in formation, twirling flags; modified heavy weapons Daleks blast clouds of microchips, confetti, and deadly laser beams at onlookers (it's sort of like throwing candy?); riding on some kind of hover-platform, a Dalek choir fills the air with awful, grating yells of dominance and genocide; and bringing up the rear, a sizable float depicts Daleks rolling over skeletons and the crushed debris of a TARDIS, bearing aloft a spiky mass of coruscating pink crystal in a bell jar, like the Ark of the Covenant.

From the float, a Dalek in a papal hat preaches. "COME CHIL-DREN, AND HEED THE WORD OF THE LORD! WHO WILL COME FORTH AND BE SAVED?"

((LOL time, kiddies. Anyone observing the parade is exposed to the screwy pink kryptonite, and must communicate entirely through song (or possibly song titles). In some cases, this may include an inability to keep secrets as they're put into lyrics, at the mun's discretion. Lasts as long as you wish.))

((Calling it a night, now, kiddies. Thanks for all the lyrical fun, and I'll reply to all tags in the morning. Until then, feel free to get yourselves LOLed.))
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