If you give The Master a fog, he'll likely creep everyone out.

[mastertemplate.livejournal.com]

So quiet, but the loud drumming, a child laughs and a lion roars. Where did my companions go?
SO HUNGRY.

[sounds of feeding]

No one left to see to me, the king of the wasteland.
Everyone left to see to themselves. I need to eat.

Too many Doctors, not a single cure.
Sickness, pestilence, war, time, death,
who cures this? When will I get to end?
I'm so hungry.

Not one to trust, not again,
never again, not like last time,
not like my fathers,
no, not again.

[further sounds of feeding]

Starving.

Comments

[machinaphile.livejournal.com]

Uh... no. No, I don't hear any drums.

[yeah pretty sure she is talking to a crazy person. and doesn't quite want to know what he's eating.]

[mastertemplate.livejournal.com]

Pity. You sound delectable.

[machinaphile.livejournal.com]

[ewww so much grimacing going on right now]

Kad mucd, lnaab!

[that is the sound of her journal slamming shut]