Ex-ter-min-ate! Ex-ter-min-ate!
-A trio of Daleks fly overhead-
That's them. We were running out of true soldiers by the war's closing. Soon everyone was called up to fight. Teachers... scholars... doctors...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No one did.
-He keeps walking between the columns-
... It wasn't always like this. We used to be a peaceful race. Never intervening. Never harming. But...
-As he passes one column, he emerges from the other side looking quite different. Older, wearing a disheveled Victorian suit under an old leather jacket and a dirty scarf-
-A rifle is slung under his arm-
... we changed.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Everything. It has everything to do with it.
-He keeps walking, finally reaching the bridge leading into the domed city-
-Exhausted looking soldiers man its defence, but none of them look at the group-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?This face... is who I was before the end of the war. He fought the war. He ended the war. And... he let the Nightmare Child happen.
-He reaches the end of the bridge-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He enters the domed structure, and walks towards a massive spiral staircase leading deep down-
... My TARDIS and I share a powerful bond. Not just emotional, but mental. We forged that connection through centuries together. It just... naturally forms.
As things got more desperate... we tried to force the bond. Have a Time Lord dominate the TARDIS. Unlock its true destructive power.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...Oh.
-Goes quiet again, an odd look on his face-
edited 21st Jan '14 7:25:07 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist