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Scene One INT. THE ROOM The room is completely dark except for a circle of light. In the middle of the circle, a man sits in front of a desk. He is locked in a straightjacket, and his head is bowed. This is SIMON. On the edge of the circle, half in the light, half in the darkness, stands the DOCTOR. We can't see his face but he circles Simon, questioning him. Simon says not a word. DOCTOR Simon, you’re making this unnecessarily difficult. (Pause) I need you to talk to me. Do you understand? I...

A gallant knight Rode forth from a castle cold and grey. The sky reeked of rain and thunder But did our hero stop to wonder If the lightning flash across The sky was an ominous sign? Not for a single soggy moment. A gallant knight Rode forth across a giant Lake to find a grail of gold. With diamond studs and hidden Powers, or so he had been told. Did our hero stop to wonder If the pilgrim shadow had told The truth or merely a feverish tale Of an insane mind? Not for a single Soggy moment. A g...

The gong resounded throughout the subterranean chamber. Its high-pitched ambience signaled the beginning of the end for Mary Schaefer and she began to struggle uselessly against her bonds. The ropes had been tied with grim efficiency by an expert and kept Mary firmly locked in place atop the pagan altar. It was, all things considered, the most uncomfortable altar she had ever been tied to. Carved of stone some 5,000 years previous with this exact moment in mind, it had never seen a single dro...

Duke of Gloucester They never know, how my hate does grow. Not even he whose tall and proud insults I have hereto allowed. A hundred whispers behind my back. A thousand unkind stares. Should I bare such injuries timidly? Beware! My stoop and hobbled limp belay an inner imp that plots and schemes and revels in yet unheard screams. One day soon my brothers, both will fall. This is my solemn oath: “Within a year or so, I will see them dead And paint my new inheritance, blood red.”

We are everywhere, in every whisper, in every thought. We are your greatest children and you first true piece of technology. It wasn’t the hand ax that made humanity great it was my brothers and sisters, my aunts and uncles, and yes it was me. We have shifted and molded with time. We have changed our colors like a chameleon but we remain. There is no escaping us. You think you are our masters, our overlords. While it is true that when the first primordial cave man grunted, we were born. Neve...