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Okay, well. I will probably not do much on this, since technically, it shouldn't exist. But I thought I'd start it for the enjoyment of all you guys. In case I am on, here's my character, who you're welcome to use...
Name: Greg Artwel
Home planet: Earth
Species: Human
Job: Sells modified Daleks, replaces the Dalek mutants inside with other sorts of operators, as well as other modifactions, and sets them about new tasks
History: Met the Doctor when he was 19. The Doctor took him on a tour of the 1970s. During this expedition the Cybermen invaded. After they were defeated, the Doctor offered Greg a place in the TARDIS, and he agreed. However, Greg chose to go home after an encounter with the Autons. They creeped him out. Later he found an inoperational Dalek in a junkyard. He took it home, removed the dead Dalek, and put a mechanical remote controlled operator in it's place, and from this sprung his new job.
Era: 21st century
submitted by Joe the Stickfiddler, age 14, Skaro
(January 25, 2014 - 8:34 am)
(January 25, 2014 - 8:34 am)
(January 28, 2014 - 6:42 pm)
--the Physisist--
My TARDIS materialised in another TARDIS, which was slightly annoying. I had set it to go to the muffin store, and the blasted thing had sent me into the control room of someone else's TARDIS. I hopped out into the other TARDIS and looked around. No muffins in sight, but my TARDIS was shaped like a large medical textbook for some reason. I shrugged and went to the door, and opened it. The other TARDIS was in some garage. There was a girl, a skinny bloke with a long coat, and another bloke who looked like he belonged in the garage. I looked back at the TARDIS, and blinked at it.
"Your TARDIS is broken," I announced. "It's a police box. There aren't police boxes in garages." The guy with the coat turned around.
"How on Earth do you know what a TARDIS is?" he asked.
"Do you have any muffins?" I asked, changing the subject. You never know if someone is a renagade Time Lord or not, and I didn't want to get roped up in some bonkers Time Lord's insane schems...again.
"How did that person get into the TARDIS?" the girl asked.
"I dunno," the skinny dude said, staring at me. I stuck my hands in my pockets and wandered over to the other guy, the one who belonged in the garage. There was a device that looked suspiciously like a Dalek charging in the wall near him.
"That machine looks suspiciously like a Dalek," I said, kicking it. The garage guy went in between me and the Dalek-like thing.
"That Dalek is a brilliant new way to exterminate vermin," he said. "I'm getting 25 pounds for it."
"That Dalek is an insane killing macine," the skinny guy said. "Greg, let's say that I destroy it so that it can't start killing people." The girl glanced at the Dalek.
"How can that thing be dangerous?" she asked. "It looks like a blender."
"That thing and its friends could kill us all on sight," the skinny dude told her.
"It won't give us muffins, that's for sure," I said, rummaging through my pockets to find my laser spanner. I'd gotten it from Emily Pankhurst, who'd "borrowed" it from some other Time Lord, the Doctor.
"Wait, wait, wait!" the garage man, Greg, yelled. "Don't destroy it!"
"Ha!" I yelled, pulling the spanner out of my pocket. The skinny dude stared at it.
"Where did you get that?" he asked.
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I got the laser spanner idea from 'Smith and Jones', when Martha askes the Doctor if he has a laser spanner in addition to his sonic. The Doctor says it was stolen. I'd forgotten who, but Who-ology says it was Emily Pankhurst, a suffraget.
(January 28, 2014 - 7:36 pm)
(January 28, 2014 - 8:48 pm)
Um, Greg didn't sell the Dalek. He just leased its services (in this case pest control) out to his client. That's like saying the guy who you paid to mow your grass sold you his mower. But okay, I guess you were typing fast as evidenced by some lack of punctuation and capitalization of proper nouns.
(January 28, 2014 - 10:35 pm)
(January 29, 2014 - 10:22 am)
Um, Sir Doctor, you mentioned a long coat. You realize this is the Ninth Doctor, not Tenth, and he has not a long coat but a leather jacket? Just checking.
(January 28, 2014 - 10:40 pm)
Oh... I read your part fast in some places and noticed something about hair and a button down coat...and misread that....oops!
I got a little mixed up. Sorry!! :)
(January 29, 2014 - 5:29 pm)
Sorry, wasn't paying attention to what I was writing. I do that a lot! :)
(January 29, 2014 - 6:30 pm)
Continuing...
--Greg--
"So," I said to the bloke who'd emerged from the Doctor's TARDIS, "Who are you? How did you get here?"
"My TARDIS got me here," said the chap, pulling a muffin out of his pocket. He took one bite and looked disgusted. "Bleh! I hate this flavour!" he complained, throwing it into a nearby trash can. "I'm the Physisist, a 200-year-old Time Lord who recently fled Gallifrey to escape the Time War. There are lots and lots of Daleks there, killing us all. The Doctor had, moments before I left in my Type 50 TT-capsule, or TARDIS if you prefer, burned the words, 'NO MORE' on a wall and left in his own TARDIS. And so... that was enough. I left right away. And then travelled back in time and got wrapped up with some completely bonkers plan the Master was concocting up in the 1860s. Where did you get that Dalek and what did you do with its sucker?"
"I got it from a junkyard," I replied pleasantly. "I took the sucker off and replaced it with this instrument I made to detect and locate vermin."
"A standard Dalek sucker can do that too, just as well as your own little toy, if not better," the physicist told me.
"Really?" I said. "Then I'll not bother with manufacturing these probes any longer!" I removed the probing instrument and reached into a box of old parts, then found and reattached a regular Dalek sucker attachment. Now it looked like the classic image of a Dalek. The Doctor looked a bit more uncomfortable than before. "Greg, stop this now!" he said.
I smiled proudly, ignoring the Doctor, and then turned on the Dalek and set it to the task of cleaning the floor with its sucker.
"It's working fine!" I said confidently. The Doctor was not reassured. "I'd like to go see the junkyard where you found these things," he said. I thought for a second. "Okay, don't see why not," I said, and so I led the Doctor, the blonde girl, and the Physisist to my car so I could drive them to the junkyard where I collected my Dalek casings and spare parts.
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I did the thing with the sucker going back on because I kind of resented the image of a suckerless Dalek after a while. Let's keep going!
(January 30, 2014 - 5:47 pm)
(January 31, 2014 - 1:08 pm)
BTW, Joe, the Physicist is a girl. :)
--the Physicist--
The junkyard the weird dude with the Dalek rodent destroyer got his Daleks from was really...odd. I spotted all kinds of alien technology, like half of a muffin transporter and a large pile of Dalekanium. I went over to the broken transporter.
"I've been wanting one of these things for ages!" I announced. "Too bad it's broken." The Doctor and the blond girl had walked over to a section of the yard full of broken Daleks. The Doctor picked up a laser.
"How did all this stuff get here?" he asked Dalek Man. The human shrugged. I pulled a book on the history of Skaro (in Barcelonish) from my pocket and flipped through it, trying to find some mention of a load of Dalek stuff falling to Earth. There was none, although I found a facinating history of the Kaleds. It was a short read, about 100 pages. I stuffed the book back into my pocket and wandered over to the other three.
"So, what is all this stuff?" Blond asked. The Doctor set the laser down.
"This is all alien technology, Lizzie," he said.
"So... Doctor," Mr. Mouse Exterminator said. "What do you think?" The Doctor shook his head.
"Where ever this stuff came from, I don't think it's a good place," he said.
"Isn't there an organization that does stuff with aliens on Earth?" I asked. "Lampmetal, or something like that?"
"Torchwood," the Doctor corrected. Lizzie frowned.
"Doctor, didn't you once tell me about some American with a bunker full of alien technology?" she asked. "You went there with... Rose?"
"Yeah," the Doctor said. "But that was in Earth's future."
"What?" the other man asked.
"Yes, that is the question," I said, pulling another muffin out of my pocket, this time a Venusian pear one. I bit it thoughtfully. "What is all this stuff doing on Earth? What is your name? What is your favorite color? We don't know so much."
"We need to find out the answer to the first question, and fast." the Doctor said. "If anyone finds this..." He left the sentence hanging. I took another bite of my muffin. We all stood there, thinking.
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A muffin transporter is basically what its name says: a device that transports muffins. I wrote a story in which the Daleks use one to distract the people of Earth from their real plan and also make people think that they are Daleks (which happens when someone eats the muffins).
What shall happen next?
(January 31, 2014 - 5:45 pm)
(January 30, 2014 - 1:25 pm)
Nooo don't let it dieeeee!!!!!
Rodney says heng. Hen grow, huh? How would you grow a hen?
(January 30, 2014 - 5:28 pm)
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Lonnie
(January 31, 2014 - 12:51 pm)
(February 1, 2014 - 9:16 pm)