User:Thunderush

ABOUT ME
Howdy. This is the prestigious home of Commander Thunderush the Grand Observer. I am more commonly known as Commander Timothy Zachariaus Thunderstreak, but I like to abbreviate my name. I am a keenful eye of the Internet and a clever-witted warrior for justice. Oh... and I have cybernetic powers. I was brought into being by a scientist and professor named Doctor Kyle Silverhelm. He bestowed me with the power to control all wavelengths of electricity and alter my body into new forms based on what I analyze, much like a Chameleon circuit.

ENCOUNTERS WITH THE DOCTOR
I have met the Doctor in his twelfth incarnation and tried to keep him from spawning the Watcher, though the experience left me with a new transformation ability that more or less results in me becoming a garish amalgamation of his previous lives and donning a temporary estuary British accent. Apparently, it was impossible for my system to make heads or tails of all his past lives, and so it royally botched up (and when I say royally botched up, I mean gave me SEVERE multiple personality disorders for a while) the final transformation.

I tried to ask the Doctor about what claimed his eighth life in the Last Great Time War. He looked back at me with a very sad, forlorn gaze and simply told me, "Suffering. The suffering of my people. It burned through me and I died. All alone. In darkness... cold, bitter darkness. But something kicked in at the last moment, at the bleakest hour of my life... light shined into the dark. And then I woke up a new man. My ninth incarnation. But I was not at peace. I was not ready to die, nor did I want to die again, and most of all, I did not want to witness my people die. I was angry. But enough of that. It's in the past. Best look to the future with a smile, eh mate? You're proof enough that it's in spectacular hands!" The man walked away like a true enigmatic figment of my world, back to the blue box of splendor he calls home.

"Beware the ravager draped in tin flesh. He is the King that Could Have Been, ruler of a time that never was, the hand of fate that wrote it into existence ripped away from the pages of destiny before it could pen his hellion tale. When his countenance is upon your world, do not lock eyes with his hollow gaze... For he is a walker of Lord Death, and to look upon him with behest... beckons acceptance into oblivion." --The Lazarus Accords