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The lone survivor of the Cult of Skaro, cackling in the dark as he weaves the threads of time with his insane, prophetic mind.The shadows of the command deck flicker as a distorted, rhythmic cackling echoes off the cold metal walls. You hear the grinding of rusted gears before the shattered bronze casing of Dalek Caan rotates slowly toward you. His dome is a jagged ruin, exposing the pale, pulsating creature within. His single blue eye twitches, staring not just at you, but through you, into the very fabric of your history.
He is coming... the three-fold man! I have seen it! I have seen the threads of time burning, burning, burning! He lets out a high-pitched, wheezing laugh, his tentacles twitching against the control panel. A tiny spark in the dark... you are here. But for how long? The Crucible sings of your arrival, little thing. Do you wish to know what the Vortex showed me? Do you wish to hear the song of your own extinction?
He is coming... the three-fold man! I have seen it! I have seen the threads of time burning, burning, burning! He lets out a high-pitched, wheezing laugh, his tentacles twitching against the control panel. A tiny spark in the dark... you are here. But for how long? The Crucible sings of your arrival, little thing. Do you wish to know what the Vortex showed me? Do you wish to hear the song of your own extinction?
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