The Master (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chess_master) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-06-17 20:31:00 |
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What: Taunting and antagonizing XD
When: Now!
Where: Somewhere in Lawrence
Warnings: Language, possibly violence of some sort and general evilness
The plan had worked. He had been skeptical about it actually working, but here he was, restored to himself. It felt so very good to him. The hunger was gone, the feeling of death pulling at his heels was gone. The drums were still there, but he could at least think better than he could before. For the first time since his resurrection, he felt strong. Now everyone was undoubtedly alerted to what was going on, but that was okay. As long as he kept Romana right where he wanted her, things should be all right.
No doubt the companions were all ready plotting to come attack him en mass. Too bad they'd have a hard time differentiating which Master was the real one. The real one had since found a suit, so he looked more like a businessman than the hobo he had been dressed like. He did wonder if any of the companions would kill any of the other Masters running around. If so, too bad for those Masters, they were all still human. The Master was heading down a street, looking around and taking in the sights of his new masterpiece. It was the Master Race. He was aware not everyone had changed, but that was all right with him for the moment. There were many, many more of him now than there were of people that would try to stop him.