In this universe, this speck of assumed significance, this flash of time, there lives a brutish example of villainy. On his hands, layered in folds of flesh untouched by the star above, there clings a hardship of want. Though an emperor of clouds of mites, his whimper is laid bare before the harsh darkness of … Continue reading The Deep, The Black
I don't do this often, but this is me. For Halloween, JD and I decided to go Who. I'm The Master (Roger Delgado era) and JD is the Fourth Doctor. Bam. We even got REAL Jelly Babies.