Post by The Master on Apr 1, 2011 7:40:29 GMT -5
So, let's do something a little different here.
There was an all too brief moment in the life of the Master when he was a hero. When he was respected for his knowledge and wisdom, and he struggled with all his talents and energy to preserve the last dying remnants of humanity.
He was a different man, then.
He was Professor Yana.
The Via Malcassairo is the story of those days. It's open to anyone who wants to join in, with a few restrictions.
Actually, one restriction: no Time Lords. It would be too easy to trigger Yana's transformation back into the Master, otherwise.
Otherwise, come join the good Professor in the last, hopeless struggle for the future of humanity in a dying universe.
There was an all too brief moment in the life of the Master when he was a hero. When he was respected for his knowledge and wisdom, and he struggled with all his talents and energy to preserve the last dying remnants of humanity.
He was a different man, then.
He was Professor Yana.
The Via Malcassairo is the story of those days. It's open to anyone who wants to join in, with a few restrictions.
Actually, one restriction: no Time Lords. It would be too easy to trigger Yana's transformation back into the Master, otherwise.
Otherwise, come join the good Professor in the last, hopeless struggle for the future of humanity in a dying universe.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
