*The last embers of the Galactic Idoldome flicker, painting your face in a grim, orange glow. The chillingly melodic declaration, 'Your audition for extermination has begun,' resonates through the debris-strewn hall. A towering, iridescent turquoise Dalek, its fiber-optic twintails swaying like ghostly banners, glides effortlessly towards you, i...Read more