King Kong: Part 2

 

The little ape tried to grab onto any nearby branches as the furious current pulled him downstream, but it was no use.

He started to scream for help, but seemingly the only animals nearby were large, slow witted plant eating Dinosaurs, Brontosaurs who didn’t even take notice of the small ape.

As the little Kong was dragged further and further down the gigantic river however, his cries would soon be answered by one of the latest unfortunate human natives of Skull Island. Over the millenia various human civilisations had come to Skull Island, only to all fall before the monsters of the Island.

These Skull Islanders were made up of survivors from various boats that had shipwrecked on the island. They came from all over the world. Europe, Africa, America. All differences and class structures were forgotten in the desperate struggle to survive against the Dinosaurs.

Whenever a new ship would crash on Skull Island, the natives would welcome any survivors into their clan and teach them how to survive, as well as learn any secrets from the outside world that they knew. With so many ships crashing near Skull Island, the natives were able to keep up to date with many aspects of the outside world.

The native who had noticed Kong, was a young woman by the name of Gerisian. She had come to the river to do some fishing. Gerisian had always had a real soft spot for animals. Her tribe kept small Dinosaurs named Protoceratops as a source of food, but she had bonded with one of them so much that she refused to let her tribe kill it, even when food supplies were low.

As a result she was often the first sent out to try and get food for the rest of the tribe, which was what she was doing now.

As soon as she saw the little Kong in the very distance ahead however, she instantly forgot about her tribe and focused on helping the little Ape instead by cutting down a small tree near the river.

Gerisian’s tribe had lived in the jungle for centuries and had witnessed the last of the Great Apes fall to the Tyrannosaurs. Gerisian herself however had only ever heard stories about these strange, giant, wild men of the forest, and was quite shocked to see this strange creature at first. The way it thrashed around so desperately, it looked like it was almost human in its desire to live.

Gerisian managed to chop the tree down just before the little Kong was pulled ahead of her.

The Ape quickly grabbed onto the log and pulled itself up. It then quickly ran to the other end of the log and jumped with all its strength onto the river bank beside Gerisian. The strain of constantly trying to pull free from the current, and jumping across the log had worn the little Ape out, and he more or less collapsed in the young woman’s arms.

Gerisian was torn about what to do. She thought it might be better to leave the Kong. He tribe were running low on food already, and they most likely would not give up any of their vegetables for a monkey. Worse she was worried that in their desperation they might try and eat the Monkey! Still ultimately she found she couldn’t leave the little creature to fend for itself. This jungle was crawling with predators big and small. The fact that it was such a rare and unusual creature may have also influenced Gerisian too. Whilst she did genuinely care for the animals she took in, there was also a little selfish and shallow aspect of wanting to own as many unusual creatures as she possibly could. Regardless she decided to take the Kong home, and wrapped it up in her blanket.

200 years later

The crowd had remained somewhat quite since Daniel’s outburst. Even though he was just one man, none of them were willing to risk provoking him as he sat in the corner just simply staring into space.  His gamble had paid off in that once again his former lackey’s knew their place.

The prisoner who had been burned meanwhile was being tended to by Scarlett, who was the only one who wasn’t scared of Daniel.

“Why are you helping him?” Daniel asked.

“Do you know what he was guilty of? He murdered his wife. Beat her to death. Dying like that’s too good for him.”

“You’ve done worse.” Eva replied. “Yet I tried to help you. I did it for the same reasons. Wherever that mad man is taking us we’ll all need to stick together. I personally don’t think it’s the promised land.”

“I never killed anyone I didn’t have too.” Daniel protested.

“I made sure the people I cared about were taken care of. I never betrayed anyone who trusted me. Can you say the same thing?”

Suddenly the entire ship started to shake. Despite the foggy weather, William had pressed on with the journey. He told Sarah that the waters around Skull Island were always dangerous, and that given their low supplies they couldn’t afford to wait around.

However the landscape had changed somewhat since William’s last visit. Skull Island was slowly breaking off into the ocean, due to unstable fissures at the centre of the landmass.

Most of the time however it was only tiny chunks to the land that would quickly break off and sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Every few years however the fissure’s would act up, and giant shards of land would be ripped off. Whilst most of these pieces of land would sink to the bottom of the ocean, a few were left sticking out around the island, blocking the way. Coupled with the strong rapids that tossed the ship from side to side, it was a foolish decision to press on, but William couldn’t take another second with the crew.

As soon as he made his way through the foggy waters however the ship was knocked into a large piece of broken off land. Fortunately it didn’t pierce the ships hull, but it still threw the entire crew off of their feet including William.

William however quickly jumped back up and pushed the ship forward.”

“Are you mad?” Sarah shouted?

“Trust me I’ve been through these waters before, we just have to stay calm.”

“We’ll be lucky if we can stay on our feet. What harm can there be in waiting.”

“You want to spend any more time with those freaks below than necessary.”

The ship continued to be thrashed around by the weather, but William for the most part was able to avoid the next few shards of land, until the boat reached just a few miles off the shore.

Even this close however, William and Sarah could barely make anything out of the island up ahead. It looked like a dark, dreary place, though Sarah for just a minute thought she could make out what looked like some ruins in the very distance of the island.

“What the hell kind of a place is this?” She said to herself.

The boat quickly bumped into another shard of land, this one despite being concealed by the fog, was the largest yet. It was at least twice as big as the others.

As William tried to steer the boat away however, the boat hit another few bumps along the way.

It was yet another shard of land, that was mostly concealed beneath the waves. Its very tip however was still high enough above the water to pierce the outer hull of the vessel.

William however still ploughed on, even as the scraping of the metal against the rock became defeaning.

Sarah tried to stop him, but he pushed her back.

Unfortunately for William however one of the prisoners, named Peter soon arrived on the deck.

Peter had always been somewhat cowardly, though despite this he was one of the most vicious killers in the prison. He was a pyromaniac who had torched several buildings, killing over 50 people. He always however made sure to set his fires from a safe distance.

Peter didn’t even try and reason with William and instead came at him with a knife.

Peter and William struggled, whilst Sarah tried to get the ship back on track. Unfortunately however during the fight William knocked Peter back into Sarah, causing the ship to crash harder onto the shard sticking  just out of the ocean waves. This time it managed to pierce the hull to an even greater extent.

The ship almost became embedded in the rock, but William (who had easily overpowered the weak Peter) managed to push the boat further towards the shore of Skull Island.

As the vessel reached the shore, Sarah and Peter could begin to make out the Island through the fog.

They could see what looked like a gigantic wall in the distance, over 100 feet tall. In front of the wall looked like the remains of several temples, buildings, and statues.

A large mountain, near the edge of the shore however soon came into closer view behind the fog. William was the first to run below the deck, with Peter and Sarah following.

None of the three of them had any time to warn the rest of the prisoners, before the ship smashed into the mountain and toppled beside it, crashing right onto the beach of Skull Island.

To Be Continued.

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Alternate Sequel To New Who

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Yes you read that right. First off I’d like to apologise for the delays this week in the usual series. Again its simply as a result of all the craziness with Chibnall’s latest retcon of Doctor Who, that I’ve been writing about and talking about. (Next week will see 5 stories published, Professor Fang, The Circus Master, 2 episodes of King Kong and Doctor Who to make up for everything being delayed this week.)

All I can say for the delay’s is that its not every week that you see the destruction of a childhood favourite.

Over the last week I’ve not only written a lot about Doctor Who, but I’ve also developed an idea for a limited series. Don’t worry this will not be published this year. (I’ve got too many projects on the go right now, it would be ridiculous to start a new one.)

This project will be released some time next year. It will be an alternate sequel, as well as a finale to New Who.

The Chibnall retcon has made me see New Who in a new light, in that whilst I still don’t think that New Who works as a sequel to the original, I think its a shame that the Timeless Child retcon has ruined New Who as a series in its own right.

So much of what I liked from New Who (and yes there was a lot I liked from it.) Has lost its impact.

The classic “NO SIR ALL 13” moment, Tennant, Smith and Hurt realising they have to save Gallifrey and at least “try and fail at doing the right thing,” Matt bravely facing down the Daleks when he is on his last life. Even the Doctor being the last of his kind has been tainted by the revelation that he was never a Time Lord.

So I have decided to do my own ending for New Who that will ignore Jodie’s entire era. Previously I discussed including the 12th Doctor in a crossover story called The Time Travellers Bar, and I will still be doing that, but I have now decided to also do a story about the 12th Doctor, that also ties up all of New Who’s loose ends as well as erasing the 13th Doctor.

This story titled “The Final End.” Will be set after The Doctor Falls, but before The Time Travellers Bar.

It will reveal that the 12th Doctor was able to stave off his regeneration, but not only did he nearly die as a result, but he lost the ability to regenerate too.

After his botched regeneration he headed for earth where Osgood and Kate helped him to recover. Following this, he then worked at UNIT for a while.

This story will see the new Dalek empire attempt to find the Moment after the Doctor hid it following the Time War. Since the Doctor didn’t have the machine in the TARDIS, and he certainly couldn’t have taken it back to Gallifrey, it has to be out there somewhere.

This will be a much longer story than normal. If you can compare my alternate sequel to Classic Who to a tv series, then this will be like a movie, in length and scope.

It will include as many New Who characters as possible, and resolve the following unanswered questions from New Who.

What happened to the Zygons? There are 20 million of them on earth. Surely if earth was ever attacked again, wouldn’t they want to protect it? It annoyed me that this question was never asked in The Monks Trilogy. We will also be answering which Osgood went pop too.

Why have the Daleks not overrun the universe? By the point of Journey’s End, the Daleks have reached a point where they are more than capable of destroying every universe, yet in the Capaldi era they go back to being mere intergalactic conquerors?

I originally rationalised this as being because the paradigm that recreated the Daleks in Victory was from a more primitive time, and the monsters had to basically restart from scratch. However Davros was shown to be working with them in The Magician’s Apprentice, in which case through him they should have learned the secrets of the reality bomb.

What about Rassilon? Where did he escape too? Who was the minister of war that Morven Christie’s lovable fangirl talked about?

What became of Vastra, Jenny and Strax?

All of these questions will be answered and more as we see the Doctor of M-Space’s final battle against the Daleks. This will not only resolve plot points from the Capaldi era, but the Eccelston era too.

Many major characters from past era’s of New Who will be appearing too, including perhaps most surprisingly of all Missy.

Now its obvious to anyone who has read my posts I am NO fan of Missy as an incarnation of the Master.

However since this story is set in a continuity where New Who and Classic Who take place in two separate realities,  then Missy is not the classic era Master, so I can write her as a separate character. There was some potential in Missy’s redemption arc, and so this story will feature Missy from an earlier point than the Doctor, after he decision to turn good, but before the mission with the Cybermen.

She will be a big part of the story and treated respectfully. I believe strongly in treating other people’s characters with respect, so she will not be made fun of or treated as a character of fun. I will also not be interfering in her arc. As far as I’m concerned she is dead at the end of The Doctor Falls.

This story will not interfere in my other alternate sequel series, which will still carry on.

It is of course up to you to decide if this story is canon or not, but I want to at least be as respectful to the first few years of New Who, and resolve the Doctors conflict with the Daleks from Eccelston to Capaldi in a way that hopefully does it justice.

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They’ll be back next year.

The Time Travelers Bar (coming soon)

This is just an advert for a story that will be premiering at the end of this year at Christmas.

The Time Travelers Bar will be a crossover story between my three current time traveler series, Doctor Who, Professor Fang and The Circus Master.

The story will reveal that on the outside of the multiverse, in the ether beyond creation itself, there is a hotel of sorts where time travelers from all over creation can take a break, enjoy a holiday and meet up for a few drinks.

The Doctor, The Circus Master and Professor Fang will all be enjoying a nice break there when trouble hits the bar.

Now originally this story was just going to feature MY Doctor. In 2019 I started my own alternate sequel series to Classic (True) Who, which featured different 9th-13th Doctors.

My 9th-13th Doctors were based on totally different actors than those from the 21st century revival. (Sadly the series hit a delay late last year, along with all the series on this blog, due to a really bad bout of depression. Fortunately its back on track now.)

I originally retconned it that New Who and Classic Who took place in alternate universes to one another. I felt that this was the best solution as it didn’t just ignore new who, but it freed the future of the series from the problems it created, such as a lovestruck Master, gender bending regenerations etc.

However the last episode of Doctor Who was so terrible, that I feel it along with the Jodie era needs retconned from the revival too.

I may not be the biggest fan of the revival, but I think its a shame that Chibnall’s latest retcons and foolish decisions have wrecked the entire 10 plus years of the revival, even as a story separate from New Who.

Take a look at this scene from The Day of the Doctor.

Now that powerful scene that everybody loved makes no fucking sense and has no impact whatsoever. To start with there are far more than 13 Doctors. Why didn’t the Moment summon any previous Doctors to Hartnell? There’s literally billions of Doctors now. (Remember the Doctor was created before Time Lord history began, and according to Rassilon it lasted billions of years.)

Furthermore Gallifrey was destroyed just a few years later anyway. Worse Gallifrey is destroyed in such an undramatic, lazy way. After all the horrors of the Time War, one Time Lord, The Master was able to kill every single Time Lord no problem? The Doctor also didn’t even seem to care this time round either. Look at Jodie’s non reaction after Gallifrey is blown to pieces, and compare that to the 9th Doctor’s mental breakdown in dealing with the lone Dalek as a result of his people’s loss.

Its a terrible ending even to the revival, and so I have decided to feature the 12th Doctor as one of the main characters, in a way that will write out the 13th Doctors era.

The 12th Doctor it will be revealed at the end of The Doctor Falls refused to regenerate. As a result his body was badly burned from the excess energy and he nearly died. However with his last ounce of strength he made one trip to UNIT HQ (which is thankfully still around in this version of events.)

There Kate and Osgood nursed him back to health, but unfortunately, his refusal to regenerate had caused the energy to completely burn out, leaving him unable to regenerate ever again.

Thus the 12th Doctor in this version of events will be the last Doctor of the New Who universe. I won’t kill him off directly in this story though, don’t worry, as anyone who doesn’t want him to die can then imagine that maybe he went back to Gallifrey and gained more regenerations, or perhaps there is still some energy left he’s unaware of, but his next incarnation is more erratic like sixie. Its up to you to decide if he will one day die for good when his 12th body runs out, or if he somehow gets more lives, but the point is he will not ever become Jodie’s Doctor.

As far as I’m concerned the 12th Doctor after losing the power to regenerate will one day accept his final death as 12, having lived beyond the natural life span of a Time Lord anyway, and having saved his people (who aren’t just randomly killed again.) I’d like to imagine him being buired on Gallifrey as the hero of the Time War, finally accepted by his people in death. Again though his death won’t be shown so its up to you.

I must admit I am looking forward to writing for the 12th Doctor. Whilst I may not have been a fan of his era, I did always love Capaldi’s performance, so it will be a joy and an honour to try and recapture his characterisation, but with the added aspect of he now knows he is on his last life.

In The Time Travelers Bar he didn’t change and he will meet my version of the 10th Doctor, The Circus Master and Professor Fang for a few pints and a threat to all of reality.

This story which will still run in the serialised format will begin round about Christmas time. I still have a lot of work to finish before then.

This story will not just completely ignore the 13th Doctors era however. In the previous article I already ran through how I think it can still fit into the Doctor Who multiverse.

The Timeless Child was the last of a race of Time Lords from another universe who was sent through as their universe was ending. She contained not only the power to regenerate, but the knowledge of the entire history of the Time Lords in her mind, (as they downloaded the Matrix into her head.)

Her job was to find a primitive planet and upgrade its people into being the new Time Lords in order to ensure their history and culture would live on.

However she was found by Teceteun first who took her back to her own planet, experimented on her and created a new race of Time Lords both from her DNA and the knowledge from the Matrix in her brain.

The Timeless Child herself was then programmed to be their champion, and came to name herself the Doctor after the knowledge in her head of the Doctor of the previous universe. She even came to model some of her incarnations on past Doctors from that universe. (The same way Capaldi modelled his face on the Roman he met.)

She isn’t the same character however as either the N or M-Space Doctors. The 13th Doctor will not be appearing in this story either, but there will be references to her universe, establishing it as different.

For me this story will mark a send off to the Doctor we followed from 2005-2017. 12 years wasn’t a bad run, but I feel the story deserves to be rounded off properly, rather than just going back in circles with Gallifrey being destroyed yet again.

 

The Problem With The Timeless Child

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Well its official Doctor Who is dead.

The latest episode by Chris Chibnall not only completely destroyed the lore, but more or less defeated the whole point of the show. Originally I was going to cover this in the second part of my what ruined Doctor Who article, which I will still be finishing this week.

However I felt this subject deserved its own article. (Note obviously this has delayed King Kong by just a few days. Don’t worry though Professor Fang and The Circus Master will still be on schedule this week. Its not every week you see the death of a 56 year old series, so it is special circumstances.)

In this article I will be briefly exploring why Chibnalls latest retcon’s have ruined the series, and perhaps how this can be retconned out.

Why the Timeless Child is a Retcon too far

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Its hard to know where to begin dissecting this trainwreck of an idea?

For those unlucky enough to miss Chibnall’s latest episode, it was revealed that the Doctor was originally a little girl called the Timeless Child from another universe who had the power to perpetually regenerate. She was found on another world by an alien known as Tecteun, who belonged to a race known as the Shobagans, the original inhabitants of Gallifrey.

After The Timeless Child was taken to Gallifrey, she was experimented on by Tecteun until she was able to extract her powers of regeneration, which was then spliced into every single Shobagan, creating the Time Lords.

The Timeless Child meanwhile was then experimented on further. They would brainwash her/him and force them out into the universe as their agent to fix things they wanted. Whenever the Timeless Child reached the end of her/his 13th life, then they would regress her to being a child again and wipe their memories of all of their previous lives to keep up the ruse that the Timeless Child was just another Time Lord.

They would keep doing this over and over again for billions of years, with the cycle of 13 regenerations from Hartnell to Smith just being the latest.

Aside from just being a ridiculous story, this more or less breaks the very foundation of Doctor Who in a number of ways.

To start with we now know pretty much everything about the Doctor. The character had to always remain somewhat mysterious (Clues in the title. Doctor Who?). Now its true that over the decades, writers and producers have revealed little bits and pieces about the character, but no one has gone as far as Chibnall.

There’s no Who left in the Doctor anymore. We now know that everything made Hartnell’s character who he was. He and all of his successors were just programmed into being who they were by the Time Lords.

This leads onto my next point, that this latest plot also robs the Doctor of his agency and makes him nothing more than a tool for the Time Lords.

For over 50 years we were led to believe the Doctor was a renegade from the Time Lords. He had left their race because he wanted to explore the galaxy and discover new life forms and cultures (though there may have been other reasons for leaving Gallifrey, which helped to add to the mystery around the character.) However his strong sense of morals caused him to interfere when he had too.

It created a nice dynamic between the Doctor and his people where on the one hand, he was a maverick that broke their laws, whilst on the other at times they need him to fix problems for them. As the Time Lords had spent so long in isolation, then the Doctor knew more of the universe than they did, and so he was always the first person they would call if something threatened them.

Now however the Doctor was always a tool sent by his people to interfere in other planets. Worse than that, all of his own actions were just a result of him being programmed to be that way by the Time Lords, but not knowing it because his memories were wiped.

Stealing a TARDIS, his moral code, even developing a fondness for earth, these were all simply the result of the Time Lords brainwashing the Timeless Child to be a hero.

We don’t actually know who the real Doctor is now. 56 years worth of development was just the life the Time Lords had created for him, similar to the Chamelion Arch creating a false life for John Smith.

(The fact that Jo Martin’s TARDIS was a blue police box shows that even that detail of the Doctors life, was as a result of the Time Lords. The only explanation is that the Time Lords for some reason liked that shape, and so the Doctor’s must have subconsciously recreated it in that form for them in An Unearthly Child. Its too big a coincidence otherwise.)

Before the Doctor was special among his people because he was more adventurous, now its solely because he is a magic being sent from another universe and brainwashed.

Ironically however whilst turning the Doctor into nothing more than a tool for the Time Lords, this development also makes the Doctor into too important a figure.

Now the Doctor is essentially a god from another universe. Again part of the Doctors charm was that whilst he was something of an under dog, despite being a highly advanced alien.

He was a loser among the Time Lords, a bum who basically just wanted to live an easy life, but had a strong sense of morals.

Now however he is a god sent to us from another universe and conditioned to be the greatest person who ever lived, and the founder of Time Lord society.

Its true that New Who has been guilty of God Moding the Doctor in the past, but these elements have always been criticised by the majority of fandom and viewers. Even then however, loathe as I am to defend him, even Steven Moffat never destroyed the Doctors status as a renegade, and outcast from his society.

There is also the grave insult towards William Hartnell, the actual first actor to play the role of the Doctor.

Now Hartnell isn’t the first. He is simply the 107838463746346738743897439467379th, though that’s probably too small a figure. (Remember in The End of Time, Rassilon said Time Lord history was several billion years old. That means logically that the Doctor who created their society, must be billions of years old too.)

In all fairness to Chibnall he is not the first person who has toyed with the idea of pre Hartnell Doctors. Andrew Cartmell planned a similar idea, whilst as far back as the first regeneration from Hartnell to Troughton, the producers were going to reveal that the Doctor had changed his face multiple times in the past.

Then there are the notorious Morbius Doctors from the 1975 story Brain of Morbius. In this story Morbius and the Doctor have a mind wrestling contest, where we see images of the previous Doctors flash up on screen. After William Hartnell however several previous faces pop up too.

The difference with these retcons or attempted retcons however is that none of them were official. The Cartmell Masterplan was quickly shot down by John Nathan Turner and never brought to the show itself (exactly for the reasons that JNT felt it would ruin the Doctors character by revealing too much), whilst the scene of the previous Hartnell Doctors in Power of the Daleks was quickly cut from the script. Even the Morbius Doctors was deliberately left vague. Those faces could easily be previous versions of Morbius. (I always just assumed they were personally. Hinchcliff also said that he only ever intended to hint, not conform, that those faces could be the Doctor as well.)

Ultimately no producer felt that they had the right to definitively add in Pre Hartnell era Doctors, as ultimately it could be seen as disrespectful to reduce the man who created the characters performance to just being one in a long line.

Some fans have tried to defend this latest retcon by using the tired, debunked old argument of “Doctor Who is all about change.” Well I will be tackling this argument in a greater detail in What Ruined Doctor Who Part 2.

For now though I will just say that you cannot justify a creative decision by saying “well someone did something in 1966, so that means its okay for me to do something now.”

Furthermore changes in canon in the past were not always the same.

When we first met the Doctor in the Hartnell era, he was more of a blank slate. We did not know who where he came from, why he left Gallifrey (other than the vague hint he couldn’t go back.)

When it was revealed that he was a Time Lord, that he could regenerate, those weren’t retcons. They were simply filling gaps in. Once they were filled in, no one would bother to go against them. They would add, maybe fill in another gap (like how often the Doctor can regenerate, or that they can give Time Lords more regenerations if need be.)

Its the same with any long running character. Once a gap has filled in and become part of their identity over time, then its hard if not impossible to rewrite them.

For over 5 decades the Doctor has been a Time Lord.  A mountain of spin off material has been made about Gallifrey, entire story arcs have revolved around his relationship with his people, even among the general public, the Doctor is known to be a Time Lord, the same way that Mr Spock is known to be a Vulcan, and Superman is a Kryptonian.

To change that now, and pretend that this is the same as a writer revealing the Doctors people are called Time Lords after just 6 years, when we didn’t know who his people were at all, is completely dishonest.

Ultimately this retcon will not last. Chibnall has gone too far this time. It will be retconned out sooner or later. There is no way for the franchise to go on with the Timeless Child as the Doctors official backstory.

The Lazy Destruction of Gallifrey

Another major development of Chibnall’s latest offering was the destruction of Gallifrey.

Surprisingly this hasn’t been covered by most commentators and fans.

Gallifrey was destroyed once before during the Time War story arc, but again this was different.

Gallifrey’s destruction in The Time War happened off screen and so there was always a possibility of it returning.

Furthermore at the time, whilst I never thought it was a particularly good idea, at least it was new and innovative.

This time however it almost feels like a parody. The entire 50th anniversary revolved around Gallifrey being rescued, the Time Lords being restored, and even showed us a future Doctor who assured us that Gallifrey would be back.

Now all of that has been undone, and what for? So we can revisit the same story arc from 2005-10, except it’s not as effective now.

There’s no Time War for future writers and spin off material to play around with. Now its just the Master who wiped out all of the Time Lords (which by the way HOW did he do that, and WHY when he had turned good as Missy?)

Furthermore this time we saw Gallifrey melt into nothing but dust. There is no way back. No future writers can play around with Time Lord mythology now.

No writer was ever so arrogant as to completely finish a large part of the lore in quite the same way (Remembrance for instance still showed us Davros escaping.)

In this respect Chibnall has just further dragged the show down a pit.

Ironically he’s managed the worst of both worlds. In terms of change, he has damaged the identity of the character and series in a desperate attempt to do something new, yet he has also recycled the same tired ideas.

Lets see the series finale leaves the Doctor as the last of his kind again, it also features the Master and the Cybermen working together for the third finale, and focuses on rewriting the Doctors past like Hellbent.

Is it any wonder mainstream viewers have jumped ship?

The show needs to get out of this obsession with rewriting its past. The Fitzroy Crowd have an obssession that in order to do good Doctor Who, you have to smash up the canon, again founded on the fact that the people who established the continuity made some changes.

This quote from Paul Cornell

To be a good writer, you have to smash things up.  To make great Doctor Who, especially, you have to destroy something someone values with every step.  Those footsteps of destruction will, in a few years, be cast in bronze and put on a plinth for the next great story to destroy. 

Perfectly sums up the mentality that led to the Timeless Child.

The show needs to get out of this mindset if it is to survive. You don’t have to rewrite what has gone before to keep a show fresh, and you cannot compare changes now, after 50 plus years of a characters established identity, to changes made when the character was more of a blank slate.

How Do We Write The Timeless Child Out

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Well there is no one way to write out the Timeless Child, as it is fiction there are several, but my preferred method is this.

As regular readers of this blog will know I have decided to split Classic Doctor Who and New Doctor Who into two separate universes.

I feel that even without the Chibnall era, they are totally incompatible. For me Classic Who and New Who take place in two alternate universes, with a similar history up until a certain point, explaining the cameos from Classic era Doctors in New Who, but ultimately their histories went in a different direction.

To me this is the only way forward for Doctor Who. I think that Classic Who deserves to be seen as a completed work in its own right, much like the original Sir Arthur Conan Doyle version of Sherlock Holmes.

Any sequels that come along should be set in alternate universes to one another, allowing them all to be linked, but ultimately its up to viewers as to which if any take place in the same universe as the original.

For me after this version of Doctor Who finishes (which will likely be soon,) then it should be rest for a few years, after which the next Doctor should be the 9th Doctor. Once this version reaches the 13th Doctor, then that’s that. When the Doctor is dead, then he will be dead for good. No resets.

Then when that version finishes, the next version should feature a new 9th Doctor, and then when this Doctor reaches the 13th Doctor, or is cancelled then the next sequel should follow on from a new 9th Doctor and so on.

All of these sequels can then be connected by having the Doctor from the previous version cross over into the universe of the latest. (For instance one episode of the hypothetical Doctor Who 3, would have Peter Capaldi or David Tennant’s Doctors cross over from an alternate universe into the New Doctors universe.)

However Chibnall’s ghastly Timeless Child makes this solution hard, as now New Who is so disconnected from the original, that its incompatible even as an alternate universe version of the same character!

I think this is a shame as there is a lot of good in the first 10 years of New Who that shouldn’t just be completely disregarded. (I say that even as someone who isn’t particularly fond of the revival era.)

It would be a shame to junk that completely, so I think the thing to do is to separate the Jodie era as an alternate universe from the rest of New Who.

I don’t like to do this. Its one thing to have two different productions be set in two different universes, but when you use the multiverse format to split up the same production, that’s when things get problematic, as future writers can end up chopping one story up too much to explain away any continuity blips.

Still these are special circumstances. There has never been a retcon this big and damaging even to the fundamentals of Doctor Who. I yearn for the days of Missy now.

Still how do you fit the Timeless Child even into the DW multiverse?

Well I see it like this.

The Timeless Child was a Time Lord from another universe. The New Who Universe to be specific.

We know from Hell Bent that in that universe, Gallifrey will fall billions of years from now at the end of the universe.

We see this when the ruins of the planet persist until literally the last night of the universe, when Ashildir is staying in them when the 12th Doctor visits her. (This is not possible if Gallifrey was blown to dust by the Master.)

We don’t know how the Time Lords fell in this universe, yet. Lets just assume that it was when the rest of the universe began to collapse they suffered the fate of all species.

The last of the Time Lords however, sent a special Time Lady through a portal to escape.

The Time Lords created her just before their planet fell, with there only being enough power to send through one. She not only could regenerate perpetually, but she contained a Matrix within her mind that contained all knowledge of the history of Gallifrey of that universe.

The role of this girl would be to find a primitive planet, and build up its society to be like Gallifrey using the knowledge and history contained in her mind, ensuring that Gallifrey would exist forever in some form. This special child was named The Timeless Child by the Time Lords before they sent her through to the other universe.

The Timeless Child however was found by Tecteun as soon as she entered her reality.

Tecteun as we know took the Timeless Child back to her home planet and experimented on her, where she not only took the powers of regeneration from the Timeless Child, but she discovered the knowledge in Timeless Child’s head.

Using this knowledge, Tecteun and the others learned about the Time Lords from the other universe and built their society based on their culture, becoming Time Lord knock offs themselves. They then conditioned the Timeless Child to be like the Doctor from the previous universe (who they learned about from the knowledge in her head.)

Some of her endless regenerations even came to look like the Doctor from the New Who universe (explaining the brief flashback of the Tenth Doctor from that universe, and Jodie morphing from Capaldi.)

Ultimately however the Timeless Child’s history is mostly different, explaining things like the Jo Martin Doctor.

So with this in mind it goes like this.

Classic Who (1963-1989) is N-Space.

New Who (2005-17, or rather up until Capaldi shouts I WILL NOT CHANGE in the snow) is M-Space.

Chibnall era Who is Y-Space.

Any future sequels can be their own universes.

To me this is the best solution to getting round the Timeless Child and excising Chibnall Who from both the revival and the original.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 11

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                           Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter.

“There it is. The cave of the destroyer.” Charon said.

“The Kraken should be here already. I’m scared. I never thought I’d want to see that monster.”

“Well we can’t just wait for him to turn up.” The Doctor said nervously.

“Come on enough dilly dallying.”

As the ship moved closer to the cave however, suddenly it was rocked by something so hard it knocked the Doctor, Yarox and all of the damned souls off of their feet.

Charon quickly scrambled to his feet and opened the hatch. Up above he saw a sight that terrified even he, the man who had been killed an immeasurable number of times already.

It was the sight of literally hundreds of Demons descending from the firey skys up above. These weren’t just any old Demons however. They were Scratchman’s personal army. It hadn’t taken Scratchman long to realise that something was wrong. (This was his domain after all.)

“There’s no chance we can fight those monsters off.” Charon said.

“We can’t just give up” the Doctor responded, only to see that all of those around, save for Yarox (who didn’t really know the gravity of the situation) had done just that.

“Trust me there’s no point, those Demons are the strongest force Scratchman has.” The female ghost said. “It would take.” Before she could finish, she and the others were quickly alarmed by the sight of hundreds of Harpies, flying towards the Demons. Within a matter of seconds the Demons and the Harpies became caught in a truly vicious conflict with one another.

“It can’t be?” The female Ghost said.

“The Harpies are launching a full scale war.”

“Fools they won’t stand a chance.”

Sure enough the Demons were easily dominating the Harpies in the fight. Just one of Scratchman’s hideous minions was able to tear apart three of the Harpies at once. Still the Harpies at least vastly outnumbered this small army of Demons. They were only able to inflict a few small casualties on the Demons, but nevertheless the Harpies sacrifices were keeping the Demons away from the Doctor and the others.

The largest of the Demons kept tearing its way through the Harpies to try and get at Charon’s vehicle, but every time it did, more Harpies would surround it.

Some of the damned souls from the lake tried to join in the battle as some of the Demons and the Harpies flew closer to the lake. They came in on the Harpies side, mostly, but they were dispatched by the Demons in an even quicker space of time.

The way Charon’s ship had come had been completely cut off by hordes of Demons and Harpies fighting.

“We have to move now” The female Ghost said. “We have to get you and your craft out of this reality Time Lord. You must promise us that when you get back to your reality, you will let the great powers of your universe know about what is happening here. Quarrantine the earth if need be to stop Scratchman from using any other unwitting alien like yourself’s technology from being used by this Demon.”

“I promise” the Doctor said, though he didn’t really mean it. The Doctor wasn’t sure about letting other life forms know about the earth. For all he knew it could make it more of a target. Other life forms could want to destroy the earth to prevent any chance of Scratchman from clawing his way into our universe. Other aliens meanwhile might stupidly come to the earth for the challenge and glory of being the one to defeat Scratchman. At the same time however, the Ghost was right. Unless the portal to Scratchman’s realm was closed, the monster could always use any other stray alien’s technology for his own ends, or even humanity itself once it reached a certain stage of development.

Still he couldn’t worry about that now. All that mattered was getting the TARDIS.

“We still need to get to Ammit’s cave.” The female Ghost said.

“Why?” Yarox asked.

“Would you rather go through the war up ahead? Besides the Time Lords’ machine will be in Scratchman’s custody by now. We have to get it back, and the only way forward, without going through the war path, is Ammit’s cave.”

“Well I’m just glad that once we get there it will be all over for me.” Charon said as he headed towards the cave.

Just as he did however the Kraken’s tentacles started to emerge from the water.

Charon froze for a few seconds before driving his ship furiously into the monsters tentacles.

He didn’t even push the monster back an inch. It simply grabbed the ship and lifted it off the ground.

“Akasio, Leranak, Hesial” The female ghost chanted which caused the Kraken to drop the vessel and become docile.

Charon for the first time drove the ship past the Kraken, but just before he reached the cave he stopped.

“What are you doing? We don’t have much time.” The Ghost said frantically.

“Just one thing.” Charon said as he opened the hatch. Outside whilst the Harpies and Demons were fighting. (Or rather the Harpies were being slaughtered.) Charon spat on the docile Kraken.

“I couldn’t have died for good without doing that.” He said.

On the other side of the valley meanwhile, the rest of the rebellion were preparing to launch their attack on Scratchman’s castle. The castle was made entirely from the bones of various creatures. Literally entire species worth of life forms had been sacrificed just for Scratchman’s fancy palace.

Elena had joined the army advancing to the front. The Harpies did not know or even trust her, but they needed all of the forces they could get.

This was where the bulk of the army was. There hundreds of Harpies in the sky, as well as two gigantic Dragons and, centaurs, cyclops and living skeletons marching on the ground.

The army did not take much convincing to launch the attack. They had gotten restless waiting in the mountain for so long. Even after all this time, the creatures underestimated Scratchman

“There is a future for us you know.”  Elena said to one of the Cyclops, who she naturally felt a certain kinship with.

“I’m from it. I know that Scratchman doesn’t win. Well I know its possible that he doesn’t win at least. The Doctor tells me that we make our own past when we time travel. Its always the present for us if that makes sense, but.”

“Please I don’t need extra encouragment. I’d gladly die 1000 times if it meant trapping that monster in here. This entire world is crumbling. Oh Scratchman denies it, even our generals deny it, but this entire reality has been bent and broken so much. Even Scratchman can’t sustain it for long. When it vanishes he’ll be trapped in the eternal nothingness that this universe will become. Unable to draw energy from any other reality, any life form. We’ll all die, but we’ll be free. He’ll be condemned to an eternity of torment by us if we can just hold him.

But don’t you want to save your world? You’re happy to see your history, your culture just vanish in the blink of an eye.”

“It vanished a long time ago, and it wasn’t in the blink of an eye. Now the monster responsible will pay.”

As they advanced on the castle, hordes of monsters began to emerge from all around. Giant horned Demons, creatures made of fire, rotting corpses, they came from the castle, the flaming sky, from out of the ground.

One of the Dragons up above flew down towards the horde and breathed fire on all of the monsters turning the Demons into ash, whilst the creatures made of flames dissipated.

However just as it looked as though the tide could be turned in the rebels favour, 5 more Dragons from Scratchman’s castle emerged from the top of the highest tower. None of Scratchman’s Dragons were as powerful as the two the army had managed to capture however. That had been their greatest victory against Scratchman in all the milennia they had been fighting the monster.

However whilst Scratchman’s Dragons were not as powerful, they were still strong enough to divert the Dragons attention away from the forces below, causing the rebels to lose their advantage. On the ground the rebels again were no match for Scratchman’s forces.

During the fight, Elena much to her shame kept to the side and tried to avoid fighting any of the monsters. It didn’t take her long to realise that fighting these beasts wasn’t a smart option. The Cyclops she had spoken too was killed in a matter of seconds by a large flaming Demon, before he could even lift his sword.

She hoped that perhaps she could sneak her way into the castle, which is where the TARDIS most likely would be. She had no idea what she was going to do when she got there, but it was better than just getting pointlessly killed on the battlefield.

The Doctor, Charon, Yarox and the rest of the ghosts meanwhile had made their way deep into Ammit’s cave. The inside appeared to be a gigantic temple. The ruins of whatever civilisation had once thrived on the planet Scratchman had decided to make his base of operations.

On the walls were paintings of incredible creatures, either the rulers of this once proud world, or perhaps the Gods they had once worshipped. It seemed likely that Scrachman would choose a holy building as the place to keep his most vile, and feared pet.

“I don’t like this. The Destroyer should be here. Its toying with us.” The female Ghost said.

“I hope Scratchman hasn’t killed her just to spite us.” Charon replied.

As they reached the end of the cave they saw a gigantic wall of fire.

“I don’t think my sonic screwdriver will crack that lock.” The Doctor said.

“Its okay we have enchantments that can break Scratchman’s wall of fire, we’ll have to move quickly.” The female Ghost said.

As sson as she started the ritual however, the ground below her started to shake, enough to knock the Doctor and the others off of their feet.

Before any of them could get up, a gigantic Crocodile’s head came bursting through the ground and devoured the Ghost lady in a single bite.

“Ammit” Charon said excitedly. “Peace at last.”

Ammit soon burst out of the ground completely. Its body was over 50 feet long. Just as described in the myths, its head was a Crocodile, whilst its body was that of a Lion, and its legs were that of a Hippo. Its head was also covered in a large man too.

Everyone ran from the beast except for Charon, who ran towards it.

Yarox and the Doctor only noticed at the last minute, but could do nothing to help him. In one bite, Ammit swallowed the ferryman of the dead.

The monster lumbered after the Doctor, Yarox and the remaining souls, all of whom it picked off one by one, until only the Doctor and Yarox were left.

The Doctor felt that perhaps the souls much like Charon were desperate to be free of their burden too. Had they perhaps been misled by those ghosts into going on this suicide mission.

Ammit smashed all of pillars and ruins as he furiously chased after the Time Lord and Yarox. Both stuck together in the confusion, though at one point they did become separated by a falling pillar. There was nowhere for them to run. Each time the Doctor and Yarox made it to the entrance, the Kraken’s tentacles would rise from the depths, whilst at the other end, the flaming wall kept them out. Each time they ran around the Doctor searched for a tiny hole and opening, but he found nothng. Not even some where to hide.

By the 6th time they had run around, the Doctor was so exhausted that he almost collapsed.

“This isn’t the most athletic body I’ve ever had Yarox I’m afraid.” The Doctor said through gasps of air.

“We can’t give up now Doctor.”

“I don’t want too, but I think I’m going to pass out.

As Ammit advanced on them again, the fire door suddenly vanished and a tall, middle aged man, with greying dark hair, a handsome face and a bright orange suit emerged. Ammit instantly bowed in reverence too him.

“Watching you run away from the monster stopped being amusing after the third time, but I could never go easy on you.” The man said in a thick American accent.

“Allow me to introduce myself Time Lord. I am Harry Scratch.”

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

The Circus Master: The Curse of the Robots: Part 2:

 

“We haven’t heard any word back from them.”

“We have to open the portal. I’ll go, I.”

“I’m sorry but we can’t risk it. Any more magic and they’ll be able to trace where we are. And the chances are after that portal’s presence, they’ll be monitoring that area. You won’t be able to open anywhere without running into one of those mechanical freaks.”

“So that’s it? We just give up on our best chance?”

“I never said that. We’ve just got intel from our inside source that the robots have captured some strange creatures.. They seem to be terrified of these monsters as they called them, who apparently came here in a strange craft.”

“You don’t mean? Aliens? After all this time. I know I probably shouldn’t ask, but is it.”

“No. They’d never help us. Apparently these creatures were similar to us in some ways, but, there’s something about them that scares those robots. I don’t know if they’d want to help us, but at least it seems we share a common enemy.”

The Circus Folk had been placed in small cells next to one another. They could still speak to each other, but the cells were able to supress all of their magical powers, including even Denika’s.

The Robots had taken the paper off of the Strange Boy’s head meanwhile. The Strange Boy after his experience with the Kardons was still feral and bloodthirsty. He didn’t say it to his team mates, but the Circus Master was worried that the Vampire would never be himself again. Whilst he may have been angry with Ashlei, in truth he blamed himself. Had he not taken the Strange Boy with him then he would never have come into contact with the Kardons. From the start of their previous mission, the Circus Master knew there was a risk in bringing the Strange Boy near the Kardons, but he still did it because the Jiang Shi was the most powerful member of the team after Denika.

“What are they going to do to us.” Ashlei asked nervously.

“I’m sure they’ll just give us a nice box of chocolates and ask us to name our 10 desert island discs. What do you think? They’re Demons.” Florence snapped.

“Demons? They looked like robots to me.”

“They’re both. They’re Demonic souls that have possessed Robots.” The Circus Master interrupted.

“We’ve seen it happen on many worlds. Planets that don’t deal with their Demon problem, but advance in technology. It makes sense that the monsters hiding in the dark would use it to their own advantage. I’m most worried about what these Demons will do if they experiment on the Tent. If there is any magic in there and they let it out, well it could be dangerous.”

“We are more than equipped to deal with your vessel.” An electronic voice said through the communicator.

“Even we don’t know the full power of that ship you morons.” The Circus Master said back.

“We are not reckless. We never make a move unless we know what we are getting into. We have been scanning you all for the last few minutes, testing your powers against our replusers to see if you would be a threat to us.”

“And”

“Your powers are quite harmless. One of the female’s has a wide array of magics from another realm, but we have visited that realm and know how to counteract her power as well.”

“I’m impressed” Denika said, sincerely.

“If you have all of this power why are bothering messing around with these robots.”

“We cannot exist beyond the hellish realm unless we posses a host body from the natural world. Like your leader said for centuries we lived in the dark. We took over the frail bodies of a few of the pitiful creatures of this world, we made them fight amongst themselves for centuries for our own amusement. The fools had no idea we even existed during all the years we made them slaughter one another. As amusing as it was, we soon realised that we could use their ingenuity, and their intelligence for a far greater purpose. We pushed their race forward, took over the bodies of their greatest scientists, political figures until we had progressed to the point where they could build bodies for us that were indestructable, and spaceships that would take us beyond this miserable world. Each time we enter a world in the natural realm, or any other, we have to start from scratch. This time however we will be able to take multiple planets, even galaxies when the time is right.”

“Well I admire your ambition, but I think you’re going to need more than a few tin robot bodies to take on a galaxy.”

“We will strike when we are ready, and from the looks of things your vessel could help to accelerate the process.”

“Yes I was wondering when you’d get to that.”

“You will help us repair your vessel and then you will show us how it works. Its the only reason we didn’t dissect you as originally planned.”

“Yes well I’m afraid I can’t do that. Well I tell a lie, I can but I don’t want too. Trust me if you knew the burden of time travel you wouldn’t want me too either.”

Whilst the Circus Master was keeping the Robots distracted, Carlene reached into her beehive. The Robots hadn’t taken it from her. They must have assumed it was a part of her anatomy. (The aliens on this world didn’t have hair.) Though they could detect magic in her hair, they could detect unnatural forces throughout her entire body.

She reached in for a knife made from Lasterian, the strongest metal in the entire galaxy. (It had been given to her by the Circus Master.)

The doors to their prison were made of magic, but the magic was still channelled through cables and physical objects in the cell. The only problem however was that they were covered by the metal floors and walls of the cell. The metal used to make the cells was so strong that Carlene, The Circus Master and even the Strange Boy had been unable to make a dent in it with their great strength.

Carlene started to hack at the walls. She could sense where the magic was being chanelled through, and kept hacking away at the spot.

“What are you doing you fool. If you strike the cables you’ll be vaporized.” The voice came in.

“Thanks for the heads up darling, but I’m a lot tougher than I look.” Carlene said as she hacked through the wall with her kife.

It only took her a few seconds to reach the cable. As soon as she struck it a form of extremely dangerous dark magic flowed through her body. It was sheer agony and the force threw her back across the cell. Nevertheless cutting the cable caused the magic doors in the block of cells to vanish.

The Strange Boy was the first to run out. He not only left his cell, but the entire block and ran outside. Keptis and Florence attempted to stop the Vampire child, but he was too fast. (Even if they had caught him, he could have easily thrown them away.)

The Circus Master and Ashlei meanwhile instantly ran to help Carlene, whilst Denika started to power up her magics for defence.

“I’m not gonna lie that fucking hurt.” Carlene said as the Circus Master tried to help her up.

The Vampire tried to stand by herself but she was too weak. The Circus Master tried to carry her, but he soon had to drop her as the dark magic had permanently soaked Carlene’s body and anyone who came into contact with her would soon be infected with the magic too. Carlene’s incredible Vampire constitution had allowed her to survive the blast, which would have vaporised any natural creature to dust, but she was unable to fight off its lingering effects.

“Come on Carlene we don’t have the time.” The Circus Master said as he tried to help her up again despite the pain and the risk of infection.

“Quite right love, that’s why you got to leave me.” She replied as she pushed the Vandal away.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I can barely move. I’ll infect you if you try and carry me. Besides I don’t think I’ve got much longer anyway.”

“What are you saying” Ashlei said as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to go on without me love. We knew the risks when we signed up, just promise me you lot won’t be too hard on her eh. She’s a good girl underneath it all.”

“Nonsense if you give her time, Denika can come up with something to counteract the dark magic.”

“You don’t have time, now go before you make my death worthless.”

“She’s right” Denika said with regret.

“I can’t whip up anything now that would counteract those magics. Maybe if we were back in the ship, but I can’t.”

“You can’t just leave Carlene. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“I’m sorry” Denika said gently. “I really am, but trust me on this. There is nothing we can do.”

“Just go now Ashlei. No need to draw this out. I’m already gonna die horribly and slowly. You need to find the Strange Boy. There are enough monsters on this planet.”

“I promise we will come back for you.” Ashlei said as she gave Carlene a final hug. Even hugging the Vampire for a few seconds was agony for Ashlei however, due to the dark magic in Carlene’s body. Ultimately Keptis was forced to pull Ashlei away from Carlene and out of the room before it was too late.

“I hope she doesn’t” Carlene said to herself as she struggled to even lift her arm.

Outside their cell block, the Circus Folk saw what looked like a gigantic mine, beneath a small cliff their cell block had been placed on.. It was filled with hundreds of human like aliens of all ages being forced to work constantly.

“HUMANOIDS SIGHTED, RECAPTURE ALIVE IF POSSIBLE!”

The Circus Folk were forced to jump straight off the cliff and into the mine to avoid the Robots lasers. The workers didn’t even notice the commotion around them, as the folk dodged the laser beams and headed off through the mine.

The Robots that were pursuing them were a different model those that had earlier captured the Circus Folk and their time machine. These Robots flew at tremendous speeds. They had a similar upper body to the earlier robots, but they had no legs, only a round base which glowed blue underneath.

“Those slaves they’re not doing anything.” Florence said dismissively as she ran past them.

“Well its not so surprising is it? Pick axes against death rays. Wouldn’t be much of a fight.” Keptis replied.

“Maybe I could sing, influence them to fight back, do something.”

“Again what are you going to influence them to do? Get slaughtered. Sorry Florence, but you’re thinking too far ahead. We need to get ourselves out of this mess before we can help anyone.”

“Like Carlene.” Ashlei interrupted.

Back in the cells, three standard Robot drones had cornered Carlene.

“Worthless creature. You were warned.”

“Yeah well” Carlene said as she started to cough up blood.

“You metal wankers would have killed me anyway, so I’d rather go out on my own terms.”

“If you had been useful to us, we would have spared you. We may still spare you. We can easily reverse the dark magics that are killing you, if you agree to help us.”

“No thanks. I don’t even know how that thing works. Besides I’ve had a good innings haven’t I? A life with you lot isn’t worth it.”

“You insolent.” One of the robots said before the other held it back.

“Leave her. She’s not worth it. You’d be doing her a favour if you killed her now. The dark magic she consumed will finish her in a couple of hours, but they will feel like years. The other humanoids will help us. This pathetic creature cleearly knows nothing about the vessel. Leave her to rot.”

To Be Continued

Professor Fang: The Dark Side of the Moon: Part 2: The Last of their Kind

The Brontosaurus continued to chase the time travellers, it was absolutely relentless. The monster had become so paniced and stressed by the lack of food, and the loss of its herd, that it was almost crazed. It could think of nothing but stomping out any nearby threats.

Unfortunately the Professor, Lindsey and Kirsteen soon came to a dead end, with a gigantic mountain being ahead of the nearby jungle.

“Quick we need to hide in the undergrowth, He might miss us there.” The Professor said as he jumped down beneath some ferns and bushes.

The Brontosaurus knocked over dozens of trees as it stomped around in rage. At first it did miss the time travellers who tried to crawl to safety.  The Brontosaurus was not only a very stupid creature, but it had very poor eyesight.

When the animal saw it had come to a dead end via the mountain however, the Brontosaurus started to go beserk and blindly trampled the woods near it. It very nearly crushed Lindsey and Kirsteen under its gigantic foot without realizing, but fortunately they were both able to quickly swerve to either side. In the confusion however, Kirsteen became seperated from her two companions, whilst the monster continued to stomp around in panic.

As she tried to get away Kirsteen ended up running ahead of the beast and came into full view of the Sauropod.

The Brontosaurus quickly reached down and prepared to clamp its small jaws around Kirsteen, bu she easily managed to dodge the lumbering giant in time.

“You’re only supposed to eat plants” Kirsteen said in annoyance.

In truth however the Brontosaurus was not trying to eat her. It was just using any weapons it could against its enemies. Lindsey quickly ran in front of the monster and tried to distract it by throwing any twigs and dirt she could find at the beast. As soon as it turned its attention to her however, Kirsteen tried to draw it back away from Lindsey.

“Get out of here now.” Lindsey shouted.

“Why do you think you can handle it any better? You get out of here.”

“Oh for god sake” Lindsey said.

“This isn’t a macho thing, I have experience with Dinosaurs I know.” Before Lindsey could finish the Brontosaurus’ long serpentine neck quickly darted for Lindsey. Before she could evade it, the monster scooped her up in its jaws and lifted her into the air.

Fortunately its mouth wasn’t big enough to swallow her, and its tiny pegg shaped teeth barely cut her skin. The monster shook her from side to side in its mouth, but even then, the shakes were very slow and just made Lindsey feel a bit sick more than anything else.

The Dinosaur however still lifted Lindsey over 40 feet off the ground as it raised its neck upwards. Lindsey was almost sick at the sight below her. She’d never been good with heights.

Kirsteen could only watch helplessly. She wanted to do something, but if she did somehow manage to distract the Brontosaurus then it would most likely drop Lindsey to her death.

“Where the hell is the Professor.” Kirsteen said to herself.

As the Sauropod started to bite harder, its peg like teeth started to pierce Lindsey’s skin, and in pain and panic she kicked wildly, with one kick landing straight in the Dinosaur’s eye.

The Brontosaurus dropped Lindsey, who fell into a large tree. The branches broke her fall, but she still fell through them until she hit the ground below.  She didn’t break anything, but she was knocked out and the Brontosaurus started to close in on her.

Kirsteen quickly ran in front of Lindsey and started to throw things at the Brontosaurus for all the good it did.

Just then Kirsteen noticed some of the trees behind being trampled over.

“Oh god there’s not another of these bastards.” Kirsteen thought to herself.

The Professor however soon came running from the direction of the trampled trees. Behind him, Kirsteen could see what looked like a gigantic predatory Dinosaur, in actual fact an Allosaurus, the most numerous of the carnivores of the valley. The Allosaurus immediately set its sights on the Brontosaurus. The Brontosaurus was about 5 times the size of the Allosaurus, yet the Brontosaurus looked far more scared than the Allosaurus.

The Brontosaurus reared up on its back legs, looking even larger than before. The Allosaurus however simply darted around with its much greater speed, confusing and scaring the giant.

The Brontosaurus was forced to stomp back down to the ground after a few minutes the strain on its back legs was too great, and for the few seconds it was disoriented, the Allosaurus jumped on the Sauropods side. It gripped onto the Brontosaurus’ body with the long talons on its hands, and slashed its head at the long necked giant’s side like a hatchet, cleaving off massive pieces of flesh.

The Brontosaurus thrashed around in in deseperation, knocking several trees down. Kirsteen was barely able to pull Lindsey’s unconscious body away in time from one of the Brontosaurus’ feet.

The Brontosaurus tried to ram the Allosaurus into some trees, but the meat eater was too quick and crawled onto the top of the larger Dinosaurs back, where it continued to slice more flesh off of the Brontosaurus’ gigantic bulk from either side. Unfortunately neither the Brontosaurus’ neck or tail could reach the Allosaurus’. The crafty theropod knew this, and it would always strike at the centre of the beasts body as a result. One whack from the Brontosaurus’ tail could kill the Allosaurus.

Eventually after a few minutes the Brontosaurus collapsed onto its belly from blood loss. Too weak to barely raise its tail, the Allosaurus still held on to its back even as the giant collapsed, and would continue to slash away for a few more moments until it was sure the Brontosaurus was down for good.

The Professor quickly ran by the Allosaurus as it feasted on its kill. The Allosaurus wouldn’t give them anymore trouble. It was too busy focused on its well earned larger meal. The Professor had counted on that. He knew that he couldn’t have taken down the Brontosaurus itself, so he quickly searched for a predatory Dinosaur that could.

It wouldn’t be too hard to find one here he guessed, as there were so many herbivores nearby. It was then just a simple question of leading it to the Brontosaurus.

Lindsey stared at the Allosaurus tearing into the Brontosaurus’ carcass with an almost grim fascination. She wanted to take a picture of the gruesome spectacle, but she thought it would look a bit strange in front of Kirsteen.

The Allosaurus itself was a truly remarkable animal. The perfect blend of savagery, cunning and speed. That fact that it was able to bring down such an animal 5 times its size with minimal effort, almost earned it Lindsey’s respect. The large meat eaters had always been her favourites as a child after all.

The Allosaur however soon noticed the awestruck and horrified humans and Vampire and let out a mighty roar to scare them away.

“I think we should be going” The Professor said.

“I didn’t enjoy leading that monster to the Brontosaurus, but he didn’t leave us much choice” The Professor continued as the three time travellers crept their way through the thick jungle, past the Allosaurus that returned to devouring its kill.

As the Professor, Lindsey and Kirsteen made their way through the jungle, they saw more Dinosaurs in the woods. Mostly Triceratops’ and Hadrosaurs. These two Dinosaur species didn’t normally socialise, but as the populations had dwindled so much, various different species had gathered together for protection.

At the end of the forest, the Professor could see what looked like the entrance to a cave system. The cave was connected to the mountain that had blocked their path ahead earlier, and ran right around the forest.

Just next to the cave, and beyond the forest was a large open plain, where dozens of Triceratops and Hadrosaurs all congregated.

In the very distance of the plains, near the forest Lindsey could see what looked like a pack of Dromeosaurs circling a Hardosaur.

These Dromeosaurs or Raptors were far larger than those Lindsey, the Professor and Kirsteen had seen when they first entered the valley.

They were at least 6 feet tall, and over twice as long. They still looked small however compared to the Hadrosaur.

The Raptors were not hunting the Hadrosaur itself however. Lindsey could see that several of the Raptors had made their way to the Hadrosaurs nest in the woods behind, where they were dragging the baby Hadrosaurs away kicking and screaming.

Once they got the infants a good distance away, the Raptors killed them either by slicing their stomachs open with the sickle like claws on their feet, or by ramming their claws into the infants necks and choking them on their own blood. The infants screams soon alerted the adult Hadrosaur who charged back in the direction of the nest.

Whilst the rest of the Dromeosaurs scattered, one quickly descended from the tree tops, like a giant bird of prey. This Raptor looked larger than the rest and was probably the alpha, Lindsey thought.

The alpha Raptor sunk the claws on both its hands and feet into the Hadrosaurs back, and held on, similar to how the Allosaur had jumped onto the Brontosaurus.

The Raptor however didn’t attack in quite the same way. Instead it merely held on, whilst the Hadrosaur frantically tried to shake it off.

The Raptors were capable of bringing down big game, but only when they had too. Even for a pack it was still difficult taking down a 40 foot long Dinosaur such as a Hadrosaur, and so they preferred to target their offspring instead.

The Alpha held the Hadrosaur off long enough for the rest of the pack to drag the Hadrosaurs infants deeper off into the woods out of sight. The Alpha then retreated back to the tree tops, whilst the rest of the pack scattered back into the woods.

“We should have done something”, Kirsteen who had also noticed the gruesome sight said with regret.

“No” The Professor said firmly. “We have to let nature take its course, besides we don’t have time.”

The Professor had barely paid any attention to the Raptors. He was focused instead on the cave. It looked more like the rest of the moon, than the artificial magical landscape around it.

“The magical centre of the valley like I said will most likely be underground” the Professor continued as he walked towards the cave.

“There are a lot of corpses in there. I can smell them.” The Professor said.

“It does appear to be our only way forward though.”

“There’s bound to be more caves around here somewhere.” Kirsteen replied.

“Yes but we don’t have the time to look for them. This whole valley is holding on by its finger nails.” The Professor marched ahead into the cave without even looking back.

“He never likes to talk things over” Kirsteen said.

“To be fair he’s right this time.” Lindsey replied.

“You saw those Dinosaurs floating off into space. He has no idea where those caves lead, but still its not exactly safe out here either.” Lindsey said as she saw one of the Raptors drag a small Hardosaurs away in the distance.

The inside of the cave was surprisingly light. It was grey and dusty however, much like the moon’s surface.

“I can sense the magic here. Its stronger than anywhere else. We’re on the right track though I still have no idea where this centre is, or how we are going to fix it.”

“Well journey of a thousand miles and all that.” Kirsteen said.

“I just hope something doesn’t eat us before we finish the journey.” She continued

“Well if we run into something hungry you can always sing.” The Professor said, whilst Lindsey struggled not to giggle.

The three time travellers reached the end of the tunnel, where they saw a massive cavern below that was filled with the bones of various Dinosaurs and other animals, including human beings.

All of the Dinosaurs and animal bones looked relatively small. Some of them were clearly infants of larger Dinosaur species.

“This is the Raptors cave.” Lindsey said.

“They must drag the babies they kill in here.”

Suddenly several Raptors began to emerge from behind the corpses, roaring and hissing.

“Well I think that’s our cue to get of here.” Kirsteen said

“No” The Professor replied.

“I told you we have to go ahead. Its only Raptors.”

The Professor jumped down to face the three Dinosaurs, baring his fangs and roaring. The Raptors were a little taken aback at first. They had hunted many humans, but they had never seen even the largest and strongest humans face them so brazenly. Little did they know the Professor wasn’t even human.

Still the largest Raptor jumped at the old Vampire who quickly tossed the Dinosaur aside. The second Raptor meanwhile, the Professor sent tumbling over his shoulder and into a larg pile of human bones behind. The final Raptor started to back away a bit in fear, as the Professor slowly walked towards it.

The Raptor tried to hiss at him, but the Professor simply laughed and snarled back.

The Vampire however realised too late that it had been tricked, when a fourth Raptor emerged from behind a small pile of bones and jumped the Professor from behind. Before he could react, the third Raptor then jumped on top of him, as did the first two Dinosaurs who had recovered.

They all slashed their claws into the Professor. Had he been an ordinary human, the Raptors would have cut him to pieces! Still he was unable to break free from the Dinosaurs.

Lindsey and Kirsteen prepared to jump into the cavern below to help the Professor, but as they did, they suddenly heard the sound of several Raptors behind them.

Three of the Raptors from the forest, with one of them holding the body of a Hadrosaur by the neck had managed to creep up on the two time travellers.

To Be Continued