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Me: Hi folks. Here is my first piece of work for a club I'm part of on DA. Namely The Master's Followers. R&R

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The Simm Master's Rorschach inkblot test.

The man in the lab coat groaned. This WAS NOT WORKING! He decided to try another method.

"Ok mister Koschei, this is called a rorschach inkblot test. I'll show you some inkblots and I want you to tell me what you see, ok?"

The Master just laughed.

"OK, Doc. Lay it on me."

The man held up a blot.

"This?"

"Kettle drum."

The man holds up another, eyebrow raised.

"This?"

"Bass drum. Can't you hear it? The drumming, the constant drumming!"

The man just looked pityingly at him.

"Koschei, there aren't any drums."

The Master just shook his head.

"Oh yes there are. They're everywhere. Trakken, Logopolis, even back here on Earth, they scream out a call to arms only I can hear."

The man, Dr Peter Axon, just rolled his eyes.

"We'll try this one last time."

He held up another inkblot despairingly, begging God that it didn't seem like a drum to his patient.

"This?"

"Samurai Sword!"

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Me: verdict? This was based on a similar fic by a person called reddwarfaddict on called Psychiatry Of The Doctor. Did anyone get the classic Who links? Mentions of Trakken and Logopolis(both 1981) and The Claws of Axos(1971)

BYEEEE!