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The Drums, they raced, faster than they had ever gone before. After attempting to capture the planet of Aractus the Master was taken in, upon further tests and evaluation it came to the conclusion that he was [b]not[/b] stable enough to be in the normal cells with other inmates. Even without his sonic laser, the Master was dangerous. Being taken to the universe's top notch security insane asylum for the mentally deranged, there he stayed weeks, months, possibly more.

Honestly he'd lost count after the seventh week, it was all nothing but a blur to him now. The silence, of that horrendous silence that was only accompanied by the drumming. The drumming that never faded, that only got worse as time went on. The Master had hoped they'd silence after regenerating, that wasn't the case. Far from it actually.

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There they went, picking up the pace. The Master sat within the corner of his own room, the white walls near torture just to look at. Darkened demonic hues were glaring at the empty space in front of him, complete silence for what felt to be an eternity before the drums began their horrid beat in his mind, pounding painfully loud as pale hands clasped over his ears, flinching from the noise. [b]"Get out! Get out! Get out of my head!"[/b] bellowed the Master angrily, screaming at the drums. His voice resonated through the walls as the creaking of the door opening paid no part in his mind, only becoming a part of the rhythm within his mind.[/center]