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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)
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(March 23, 2014 - 5:47 pm)
--Alan--
"My friends!" Morre boomed. "Welcome to the start of a new era for Earth!" The Daleks started making a noise that sounded like clapping. “A new era in which Daleks rule supreme! And what will we do to those who oppose us?” The sea of Daleks chanted, “EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!!”
Unbeknownst to me, the leather-jacketed Doctor had started fiddling with his sonic device behind my back, and just then he chose to flick the lever to setting 456289476574, and he pointed it at Morre, who exploded into a puddle of gloop. I turned to the Doctor. “How'd you know to do that? I forgot to tell you that Morre was using Gangers!”
Apple butted in, “That was kinda stupid, Doctor. Now the Daleks know that someone else is in the room and they're gonna find us soon, and now we don't know where Morre really is, and THAT ONE'S LOOKING AT US!”
Apple's words were true. The Daleks had been buzzing around yelling, “EX-PLAIN! EX-PLAIN!” and then one of them had spotted us and they were all yelling, “IN-TRU-DER!! THE ON-COM-ING STORM HAS BREACHED DE-FENSES!! IN-TRU-DER!”
Lizzie poked her head out of Muffin's TARDIS door. “I preferred it when they were asking for explanations. Do those things do anything other than yell?”
I rummaged in my pockets, looking for something, anything, that could help us against an army of Daleks. I never knew where anything was when I regenerated, so there might be something useful. Suddenly, my hand came across something new. I pulled out a plastic bag with bold letters written on it. They read Slightly Slushy Psychic Slime!, and I remarked, “Now that's a tongue-twister, but it doesn't look very useful.” I tossed it over my shoulder and continued searching my pockets. Suddenly I realized that everyone was staring past me. I turned around.
There, hovering the air, was a Dalek, but the slime had landed on it's eyestalk and was now proceeding to envelope the Dalek with it's stretchy, green, Silly Putty-like form. As soon as the Dalek was completely covered, the slime-blob shrank to the size of a toy soldier. Then it oozed inside the Dalek casing, and a few moments later it popped out and pushed the tiny Dalek towards me. I tentatively reached for the Dalek, and then the recorder-playing Doctor grabbed it out of my hands and examined it with his sonic device.
“It's safe,” he proclaimed, handing it back to me. “That strange substance appears to have killed the Dalek inside!” The slime suddenly rolled to my feet, and took the form of a very cute St. Bernard puppy. It barked at me, and I barked back at it.
“You seem to be useful after all! Would you be so kind as to do that to the other ones?” I said to it, pointing at the hordes of Daleks. It went buzzing off, and I looked more closely at the now-harmless Dalek minifigure. “I should collect these!”
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I don't think the ninth Doctor has met Torchwood yet, but if you want to incorporate it that would be fun, and we can call it something Timey-Wimey.
I'm not sure what the Doctor said the setting for Gangers was, so I just made it up.
(March 29, 2014 - 7:11 pm)
--the Physicist--
The Slightly Slushy Psycic Slime was very intresting. I decided to find some once this was over.
"Should we go deal with the Daleks on Earth?" the recorder Doctor asked.
"That's a good idea," Alan said. I watched the screen. It showed the Daleks all standing still and looking up at the sky. Suddenly, they all went crazy shooting random bystanders and screaming.
"That is indeed a good idea," I said, indicating the madness unfolding before us. The big-nose Doctor ran for my TARDIS, and everyone followed him.
When we landed in Scotland, the TARDIS was immediately bombarded with lasers and angry pepperpots. I quickly dematerialized and landed on the roof of an apartment building. We piled out and stood looking at the chaos below.
"Oh dear," Greg muttered.
"This is why you shouldn't mess with alien technology, Greg," the big nose Doctor admonished.
"Isn't UNIT going to try and eradicate them?" Lizzie asked.
"What's UNIT?" Apple queried.
"United Nations Intellegence Taskforce," both Doctors replied simultaneously.
"It dosn't appear that that is happening," I observed.
"What do we do?" Greg asked. We all turned to Alan.
"I have absolutely no idea," he said.
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If we were to put Torchwood into this, what would we call it?
(March 30, 2014 - 3:45 pm)
--Apple--
I spoke up, “I think we're going about this all the wrong way! Shouldn't we be trying to finish off Morre, because the Doctor only destroyed a Ganger, right?”
Alan protested, “But we can't let this carnage continue! I think we should deal with Morre later, after we've stopped the Daleks.”
“But how are we going to do that? That's what I want to know.” I crossed my arms and pouted at him. Eyes of Fire watched the Daleks down below, growling softly to himself. Suddenly, I had the spark of an idea. “Wait, if Greg took out the Dalek from inside it's casing, what was controlling the casing when it was in his workshop? I'm guessing that most of these Daleks here are from Greg's workshop because there hasn't been much time for Morre to teleport many Daleks from the spaceship, so maybe if we could cut off whatever's controlling the casings and also stop more Daleks from teleporting to Earth, it would probably be a lot easier for UNIT and Torchwood to stop the rest of the Daleks!”
The others pondered this for a moment, and Muffins opened her mouth to say something when suddenly, someone appeared beside us on the roof. I recognized who it was, and yelled at him over the sound of Dalek-related destruction, “Hey! Jack! Your Vortex Manipulator didn't work, I had to find a NASA dump to get the right parts to fix it, you owe me!”
He looked surprised, but quickly recovered. “Oops, wrong place! Did it really not work? I'll have to find you another time, bit busy today. You know, Daleks to kill, a planet to save. All in a day's work for me, but it does leave one a little short on spare time. See ya!” With that, he teleported away again.
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I'm guessing we should call Torchwood Torchwood, if that's alright with you.
I don't really know where to take this right now, so it ends a bit abruptly...
(March 31, 2014 - 7:51 pm)
I AM SORRY FOR NOT BEING ON TOO MUCH STUFF GOING ON IN MY LIFE AND I WON'T BE WITH A COMPUTER NEXT WEEK!!! ):
--the Physicist--
After the person had disapeared I began again.
"I think that's a good idea, and I have an idea about the controling thing. Greg, you have a remote with which you control the Daleks while exterminating pests, correct?" I said, turning to Greg. He chewed his lip thoughtfully.
"Well, yes, but it's got a passcode," he replied.
"Is it a very simple passcode?" the big nose Doctor asked. Greg nodded sheepishly.
"I didn't need a complex one because no one would want to control a pest destroyer, right?" he pointed out.
"Except for insane criminals bent on world destruction," Apple noted. Greg sighed.
"Yes, but I didn't know that at the time," he said. We thought for a moment.
"Someone must have gotten into your workshop and found the remote," Alan therorized. "We should go back to Edinburg-it is Edinburg, correct?- and stop whoever it is."
"That's a very good idea," the recorder Doctor commented.
"Let's do it!" I crowed. Apple and her critter both nodded in agreement. We split into two groups; some of us went in the Doctor's TARDIS, everyone else piled into mine. I set our course for Greg's garage in Scotland and off we went!
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OK, so I'm going to be in Arizona for spring break and won't be on.
Sadly my mother would not buy me a stetson for the trip. ): Stetsons are cool!
(April 9, 2014 - 4:36 pm)
-- Alan--
When the Doctor's TARDIS appeared, and we split up to go off and stop the Daleks, I piled into the Physicist's TARDIS along with River Song and a few of the others. I opened a random door with the intent of looking for weapons of some kind to defeat Morre with, and the door opened into a long Renaissance-style hallway with tall arched stained glass windows along the walls that didn't seem to look out at anywhere in particular. Interspersed between the windows were wooden doors with labels written on them in neat, cursive handwriting. I followed the passageway until I came to the door marked “Armoury”, and opened it. I came out into a large Greco-Roman palace, with velvet carpets, a swimming pool, and walls devoted to racks of stun-guns. I grabbed as many as I could, and quickly made my way back to the main TARDIS room, where I handed them out to people.
We opened the door, and we were in a strange, slightly chilly workshop that looked like the inside of a garage. One of the walls was blown out, and a few of the others seemed to be familiar with the place. My eyes rested on the black robes of Morre, who was sitting on a wheeled office chair, typing on the black keys of a laptop. In front of him was a large screen displaying the various views from Daleks' eyestalks. Just as Morre swivelled his chair around to face us with a triumphant smile, the Doctor's TARDIS appeared right behind him, and the leather-jacketed Doctor came out and said, “I'm warning you, Morre! Leave this planet in peace, and I might not be forced to destroy you!”
Morre just laughed evilly. “No, I think it is you who should be leaving this planet. You, Doctor, should stop meddling in my affairs, or else!”
Morre snapped his fingers, and both the TARDIS' doors slammed shut, and the smell of burning muffins and paper filled the air. With an evil glimmer in his eyes, Morre reached within the folds of his robe and produced a fob-watch....
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Dun Dun Dun Duuuh!!!!! Dramatic, isn't it? Also, the fob-watch can mean anything you want it to mean, it doesn't necessarily mean that Morre is a Time Lord or something....
(April 15, 2014 - 6:01 pm)
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(April 28, 2014 - 12:09 pm)