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likesthecoat) wrote2007-12-12 02:46 pm
likesthecoat) wrote2007-12-12 02:46 pm
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It's one in the morning and they're all gathered around monitors and TVs, watching and speculating, new recruits and long-time veterans. There are questions, so many questions, and nobody really has the answers.
The sphere appear. "Where is the master?" they ask in their sweet, deceptive voices.
"I will be your master," the president says and seconds later he is blasted into dust.
The sphere appear. "Where is the master?" they ask in their sweet, deceptive voices.
"I will be your master," the president says and seconds later he is blasted into dust.
The Master leaps up and brandishes his weapon. "HERE! COME! THE! DRUMS!" The sky splits open and a thousand--a million--six billion spheres descend. And the Earth burns. |
and then time snaps. "What happened?" everyone says, and no one really knows. |