Right, everyone, you might find this... disquieting.
-He twists something around the device, and a bright blue light emanates, enveloping the group-
-Something akin to an acute headache comes and leaves just as quickly-
-When the light fades, the group is in a desolate, ruined city block-
-In the distance, one can see a shattered dome city
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-Lasers criss-cross across the sky and explosions ring out-
This is Gallifrey. My home.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?This is just a mental projection. Our own brain cells are the processing power. None of it is tangible.
-He starts walking towards the domed city, going through a ruined colonnade-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It... it was much better before this.
-A bronze saucer ship flies overhead, before firing enough shots to level a distant city block to ash and dust-
-Lightning bolts flare over to it from the ground, forcing it to retreat-
-Chunks of space debris slowly fall from orbit, glimmering in the distance-
This is the final years of the war between my people and the Daleks. We became... desperate. Searching for the magic bullet.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No I mean... superweapons. We had made more than a few before the war. During the war we made three times as many more. Each one more creative and destructive than the next. Ethics, safety, none of it mattered as long as it killed Daleks.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

(Gatherin'.)
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