Post by The Master on Feb 4, 2013 16:32:35 GMT
I was on Gallifrey when I was made aware that The Doctor had allowed himself to be apprehended by the High Council and put on trial. Really, Doctor. Letting your sense of self-righteousness and pity result in your capture and immanent dissolution? Most pathetic. But no! The High Council showed mercy! Not only mercy but they agreed with his motives! This was unheard of!
My reasons for returning to Gallifrey were many, but I did so at my own peril for I was a wanted criminal. There would be no mercy for me should I be captured. No second chance.
I was careful as I pilfered the treasure trove of The Matrix. Such secrets! the possibilities...
I found what a came for: the secret of an ancient device hidden on a bleak little world called Uxarieus.
'A part to play' indeed Doctor. Well, we shall see what part you will play. Confined to one little planet in one time zone? You have nowhere to run Doctor.
I'm already savouring this thought.
Let's see what secrets The Matrix can reveal about some interesting things for your Precious Little Earth eh?
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So, it has been many months since I arrived on Earth. A primitive little mire but apart from familiarising myself with their customs and procedures, there are some worthwhile distractions.
I have found the simple sensual pleasures of smoking a surprisingly stimulating new vice for me. While carcinogenic, I estimate the toxicity to my superior physiology has no risk. The effects of the simple parasympathomimetic alkaloid on the brain however, are most pleasing.
I find a rare comfort in seeing humans smoke, knowing they are whittling their pointless little existences away, while I savour every draw unharmed. On occasion I will even offer one of them a cigar. The irony amuses me.
The unique alcoholic beverages of Earth are also a pleasant discovery.
I prefer a good Napoleon Brandy. It compliments the pleasure of the cigars perfectly.
I travelled back from Earth's Relative Present to acquire several casks of this brandy from the actual 'Napoleonic Times'. Seizing the reigns of power from that little man is a highly attractive notion, but to my chagrin his litany of triumphs and eventual defeat are all Fixed Points.
Pfah!