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

 

Change of plans

Recently I announced that I was going to be producing 6 series, with 2 episodes of each published every alternate week. The Circus Master, Professor Fang, Doctor Who, King Kong, Carlene the Jazz Vampire and The Savage Era

I will still be producing the 6 series, but I have decided to publish two episodes of Carlene the Jazz Vampire and The Savage Era every month instead.

The reason for this was because I would like more time to develop all 6 series, and also because I think if I wait every three weeks to produce an episode then it will take too long too finish one story of each

So I think its best to split them up this way. It means that Carlene and the Savage era will nto be starting until March. Though they will be less frequent each part will be considerably longer. There will not be a break this week however. Instead The Circus Master and Professor Fang will return this Saturday and Sunday.

Apologies for the change of schedule. When you are producing so many series you obviously want to make sure enough time can be devoted to all of them.

What Ruined Doctor Who: Part 1

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Well its official now, Jodie Whittakers era has been a disaster. DVD sales are down, merchandise is virtually non existent, and the shows viewers have dropped almost every week since her first episode to under 4 million.

That’s with all the publicity, support and promotion the show could have, and it being placed in the best time slot. (Not only is Sunday night less competetive, but the show is also being shown in January, the best month for any tv show.)

Naturally fans have begun to hurl accusations at certain individuals and groups for ruining this once most wonderful of series.

Chris Chibnall, Jodie Whittaker and the SJW boogey men tend to get the most of the blame. I used to hold the SJWs solely responsible, but in truth now I think they were merely a symptom of the greater problems with the entire 21st century version of Doctor Who.

Ulltimately the 21st century version of Doctor Who never showed any respect to the original. It never attempted to carry on its story arcs, characterisation of the Doctor or other characters like the Master, the Daleks etc.

It was always in essence a remake, which would have been fine, except that it insisting on being a sequel in order to cash in on the originals huge success.

Sadly however unlike other fandoms that generally tend to reject unfaithful adaptations, Doctor Who fans have been quite unique in rolling over and taking the vandalisation of their favourite series.

Over the course of this miniseries, we will see how a particular fandom incrowd were able to dominate all areas of the Doctor Who franchise, not just the television series. We will see how this incrowd didn’t have the shows best interests at heart, how they nurtured a kind of self loathing fanboy mentality and spread lies, such as “Doctor Who is all about change, so all change is good”: and how these lies ultimately destroyed the very core concept of Doctor Who.

The Fitzroy Crowd and their takeover of the franchise

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Throughout the 90s when Doctor Who was off the air, a fandom incrowd began to take over all forms of Doctor Who related media. The book range, the magazine, the audios. This incrowd have often been referred to as the Fitzroy Crowd, as they all used to congregate at the Fitzroy pub. They included Russell T Davies, Steven Moffat, Paul Cornell, Nicholas Briggs, Mark Gatiss and Chris Chibnall.

The Fitzroy Crowd, contrary to popular belief were not the only people interested in reviving Doctor Who throughout the wilderness years. Terry Nation the co-creator of the Daleks pitched a version, as did Leonard Nimoy, the actor and director best known for playing Spock in Star Trek. Steven Spielberg even expressed an interest in the brand at one point.

See here.

“Leonard Nimoy is a very pleasant, courteous, soft-spoken and generous man, who had already invested a great deal of time in researching Doctor Who. He had accumulated a fairly extensive collection of videotapes, covering all seven incarnations of the Doctor. We spent a fruitful couple of hours discussing the very basis of the show – what makes Doctor Who Doctor Who – as well as the psychology of its hero, companions, and various off-the-wall casting ideas.”

-From the Nth Doctor book.

The Fitzroy Crowd however I feel had a slight advantage over the others as they had connections within the BBC. (Steven Moffat’s mother in law is Beryl Vertue, whilst Russell T Davies was close friends with Julie Gardner before making the revival.)

Of course that’s not to say it was entirely nepotism as to why they were handed the brand. Davies and Moffat had both produced award winning, successful shows prior to working on the new series. As Terrance Dicks himself said, getting ahead is both who you know, and what you know.

Still ultimately I think its fair to say that Davies and Moffats connections might have given them more of an edge than say Leonard Nimoy, who though more famous; would have undoubtedly been looked down on by the heads of the BBC, as the star of a silly sci fi series. (The heads of the BBC were known for their disdain for the genre in the 90s and 00s, which also undoubtedly contributed to Doctor Who’s long hiatus.)

Still the Fitzroy crowd in hindsight I don’t think were really the right people to bring the show back, despite the massive succes of the revival at first. To me the Fitzroy crowd have always been too cliquey and refused to ever allow contrary voices to get a look in.

This article from Lawrence Miles about Paul Cornell sums up the Fitzroy Crowd’s attitude towards their critics.

“But if all this monkey-posturing sounds absurd, then let’s put in the context of the late ’90s / early 2000s. You may remember a time, in the days before “Doctor Who fans” meant thirteen-year-olds, when the Virgin / BBC novels actually seemed important. The authors certainly thought they were important, and pride was their most valued possession. After all, the reason I gained a reputation as an unhealthy influence was that I broke what Keith Topping called “the unspoken code”, the Omerta-like law which held that New Adventures writers should all stick together in the face of fandom and not publicly criticise each others’ work. I say “Omerta”, but in practice, they behaved more like Medieval overlords than mafiosa: the elite have to form a united front, because otherwise, they’ll be revealed as weak, flabby individuals and the peasants will get ideas above their station. Oh, and you’re the peasants, by the way. When the new series began, those authors who were promoted to scriptwriter-level went from “overlords” to “royalty”, which is why my heartless attack on Mark Gatiss was received with the same shock as if a small-time landowner in the Middle Ages had just referred to the Prince of the Realm as a big spaz.

You think I’m exaggerating…? Then consider this. When Paul Cornell took me to task for the social faux-pas of having opinions, he seemed appalled that I was incapable of respecting the natural hierarchy, and asked whether there was anybody I ‘bent the knee’ to. Bent the knee…? What is this, geek feudalism? When I told him that I had no interest in serving or reigning, he asked me: ‘Do your followers know that?’ I found it horrifying that anyone could even think that way, and I still do.”

Now Lawrence Miles is in all fairness a biased source against the Fitzroy Crowd. He had a very big public falling out with most of them in the 00s, but still when you look at their interactions with people on twitter, or what the likes Davies himself has to say about his critics it becomes obvious that there is at least a grain of truth to Miles statements.

Here

“I do worry about being surrounded by yes-men. You’re right, it happens. […] I don’t think it’s happened to me yet. In the end, just as good writers are hard to find, so are good script editors, good producers and good execs. When you find good people like Julie and Phil, their sheer talent cancels out the risk of them yes-ing. I suppose the danger is not RTD And The Yes-Men, but a triumverate of people who are so similar that contrary opinions don’t get a look-in.”

Russell T Davies- The Writers Tale

With this in mind it becomes obvious that Doctor Who has become the vision of one fandom elite in all areas. The show, Big Finish, the books. Anyone who dislikes anything these people have to do with the show is cast out as a pariah from the fandom. Worse these people will never give up the brand it seems. When one of them stops working on the show, they will hand it over to one of their friends (who all think the same, as can be seen with Moffat and Chibnall.) As a result of this for all their talk of the show is all about change, it has become stagnated over the past 30 years to a greater extent than ever before.

Still a bigger problem lies in the fact that this fandom elite who everybody must “Bend the Knee too,” don’t actually care much for the original series at all. They have prevented it from returning as itself, peddled lies about the original that no one dare question, and have changed what the Doctor is in popular culture.

Anyone who disagrees with their opinions, like Doctor Who is all about change, a female Doctor is the best idea since Hartnell changed into Troughton etc. Then you are cast out of the fandom and franchise as a heretic.

The Fitzroy’s Crowd’s disdain for the original

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Steven Moffat and Chris Chibnall claim to be lifelong fans of the original, yet they turned Jon Pertwee and Roger Delgado’s characters into what you see above. Note: I’m not having a go at the person who did the drawing which is fine, just the men who made it possible for lesbian porn to be inspired by the man behind Worzel Gummidge and the Noodle Doodle Man.

Now I don’t think that the Fitzroy Crowd hated the original series and wanted to actively destroy it. I think they all probably did watch the classic era as children and have a nostalgic love for it, but ultimately I don’t think any of them have ever watched it since it was first aired.

Chris Chibnall outright admits in this interview here that he has never watched the classic era since it was on tv.

Chris Chibnall interview

I think the same is probably true for the rest of the Fitzroy Crowd. You can tell by their opinions of the Doctor, and their analysis of the show that they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re trying to piece Doctor Who together from memory when they were children, and because nobody dares to question their opinions on anything then it becomes received wisdom.

For instance take a look at Moffat’s analysis of the character of the Doctor.

“We know him to be a sort of academic aristocrat who one day, on a simple moral imperative, erupts from the cloisters and roars through time and space on a mission to end all evil in the universe, unarmed and,if possible, politely.

Consider for a moment — as you would have to if you were casting this part — what kind of man makes a decision like that? He’s profoundly emotional (it’s a profoundly emotional decision), he’s idealistic (unarmed?? Not even a truncheon??), he feels the suffering of others with almost unbearable acuteness (or he’d have stayed at home like we all do when there s a famine or a massacre on the news), he’s almost insanely impulsive (I don’t think I need explain that one) and he is, above all, an innocent — because only an innocent would try to take on the entire cosmos and hope to persuade it to behave a little better.”

No one who has even a basic understanding of the Doctor would come to that conclusion. The Doctor it is said multiple times left Gallifrey because he wanted to explore the universe. He wanted to discover new life forms, new planets, learn the secrets of the universe as a scientist. He did NOT set out on a mission to save the universe. Furthermore far from being someone who feels the suffering of others, there are many times where the Doctor has to be forced into helping others. The Third Doctors entire era is practically him being forced to help others.

The Time Lords exile the Doctor to earth because they see it as being vulnerable to attack. He is put there to protect it as much as it is a punishment. The Doctor however still tries to leave during his exile, even though he knows the earth needs him. He even tries to leave during two crisis’! The Fourth Doctor similarly has to be forced and threatened with death into solving problems such as during the Key to Time story arc.

GUARDIAN: There are times, Doctor, when the forces within the universe upset the balance to such an extent that it becomes necessary to stop everything.
DOCTOR: Stop everything?
GUARDIAN: For a brief moment only.
DOCTOR: Ah.
GUARDIAN: Until the balance is restored. Such a moment is rapidly approaching. These segments must be traced and returned to me before it is too late, before the Universe is plunged into eternal chaos.
DOCTOR: Eternal chaos?
GUARDIAN: Eternal as you understand the term.
DOCTOR: Look, I’m sure there must be plenty of other Time Lords who’d be delighted to
GUARDIAN: I have chosen you.
DOCTOR: Yes, I was afraid you’d say something like that. Ah! You want me to volunteer, isn’t that it?
GUARDIAN: Precisely.
DOCTOR: And if I don’t?
GUARDIAN: Nothing.
DOCTOR: Nothing? You mean nothing will happen to me?
GUARDIAN: Nothing at all. Ever.

(The Tardis materialises amongst the ruins and the Doctor rushes out. Thunder rolls.)
DOCTOR: Come out, meddlesome, interfering idiots. I know you’re up there so come on out and show yourselves!
(Sarah sneaks out cautiously with a torch.)
DOCTOR: Messing about with my Tardis. Dragging us a thousand parsecs off course.
SARAH: Oi, have you gone potty? Who are you shouting at?
DOCTOR: The Time Lords, who else? Now, you see? You see? They haven’t even got the common decency to come out and show their ears.
SARAH: They’re probably afraid of getting them boxed, the way you’re carrying on.
DOCTOR: It’s intolerable. I won’t stand for any more of it.
SARAH: Oh look, why can’t it have just gone wrong again?
DOCTOR: What?
SARAH: The Tardis.
DOCTOR: What? Do you think I don’t know the difference between an internal fault and an external influence? Oh, no, no, no. There’s something going on here, some dirty work they won’t touch with their lily white hands. Well, I won’t do it, do you hear

The next segment is from Spearhead From Space where the Doctor already knows aliens have landed on earth.

(Liz give the key to the Doctor.)
DOCTOR: I’m afraid he’s going to be awfully cross with you.
LIZ: Well, if you’re quick, he mightn’t even miss it.
(The Doctor opens the Tardis door.)
LIZ: It didn’t turn when the Brigadier tried to open it.
DOCTOR: Well, that’s because the lock has a metabolism detector.
(The Doctor enters the Tardis. The Brigadier enters the lab.)
BRIGADIER: Miss Shaw, where’s that key. You’ve given it to him.
LIZ: He needed some equipment.
BRIGADIER: Equipment I had no idea you could be so gullible. That’s an excuse. We shan’t see him again.
LIZ: Oh, what do you mean©
BRIGADIER: Listen.
(The Tardis dematerialisation sequence starts, but it is stuttering.)
BRIGADIER: He’s going.
(There is the sound of a small explosion inside the Tardis, some smoke comes out and the noise grinds to a halt. The Doctor emerges, coughing.)
DOCTOR: Just testing. I wanted to see if the controls
LIZ: Doctor, you tricked me.
DOCTOR: Yes. The temptation was too strong, my dear. It’s just that I couldn’t bear the thought of being tied to one planet and one time. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.
BRIGADIER: It won’t. Give me the key, Doctor.

Ultimately the Doctor is a hedonistic character. Someone who just wants to live life by his own rules and hates being forced to do anything he doesn’t want to. He does still have a strong moral sense, so if he sees a problem, most of the time he will interfere. (Though many times the Doctor is also just trying to help himself after his curiosity has gotten him into trouble.) Still he is not someone on a mission to save the universe.

As for being unarmed, this is yet another gross misunderstanding of the Doctors character. The Doctor is a scientist first and foremost who wants to simply explore, so he naturally doesn’t like weapons. Still far from being idealistic, the Doctor is practical and understands that sometimes he has to use weapons to protect himself and the people around him.

Case in point.

DOCTOR: Professor, you don’t happen to have an elephant gun, do you?
LITEFOOT: Elephants? Why on Earth do you want an elephant gun?
DOCTOR: We’re about to embark on a very dangerous mission.
LITEFOOT: Well, I’ve a Chinese fowling piece if that’s any good. Used for duck, mainly.
(The Doctor looks at the long-barreled weapon.)
DOCTOR: Made in Birmingham. Yes, that’s the main requirement. Could you get me a small boat?

Steven Moffat also said that he wanted to recapture the dynamic of Pertwee’s Doctor and Delgado’s Master with Gomez/Capaldi (I’ll give you a minute to laugh at that) by depicting the Doctor and the Master as friends.

Moffat said that not once did Pertwee and Delgado play the Doctor and the Master as anything but friends.

Here’s the quote.

“I was looking back at the old Jon Pertwee/Roger Delgado ones and what’s fascinating about that is that they only ever play it as friends. They never, ever play it as enemies at all. They’re just two gentlemen having fun with each other. The Doctor’s best friend is a murdering psychopath, that’s actually quite fun.”

Here are some actual interactions between Pertwee and Delgado.

MASTER: I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.
DOCTOR: No, no, indeed not. You’ve come here to kill me, of course.
MASTER: But not without considerable regret.
DOCTOR: How very comforting.
MASTER: You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. I have so few worthy opponents. When they’ve gone, I always miss them.
DOCTOR: How did you get in here.
MASTER: Oh, don’t be trivial, Doctor. I see you’ve been working on the Nestene autojet. My own small contribution to their invasion plan.
DOCTOR: Vicious, complicated and inefficient. Typical of your way of thinking.
MASTER: Now, come, come, Doctor. Death is always more frightening when it strikes invisibly.
DOCTOR: Tell me, how do you intend to activate these flowers.
MASTER: Oh, by a radio impulse which the Nestenes will send. I shall open the channel for them. We’ve distributed four hundred and fifty thousand of these daffodils, so when four hundred and fifty thousand people fall dead, the country will be disrupted.
DOCTOR: And in the confusion the Nestenes will land their invasion force.
MASTER: Exactly. It’s a shame that you can’t be here to enjoy the chaos and destruction with me. Goodbye, Doctor.
(Jo walks in just as the Master was about to shoot the Doctor. As the Master is distracted, the Doctor grabs something from the bench.)
JO: You were quite right
DOCTOR: Wait! Don’t shoot.
MASTER: Doctor, you do disappoint me. We Time Lords are expected to face death with dignity.
JO: Oh, no!
DOCTOR: Don’t worry. He’s not going to kill me.
MASTER: That is your last mistake.
DOCTOR: If you fire that thing, you will never be able to leave this planet.
MASTER: You’re bluffing on an empty hand, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I’m not bluffing and my hand, as you can see, is not empty. If you kill me, you will destroy the dematerialisation circuit from your own Tardis. You recognise it, I feel sure.
MASTER: Where did you get that.

See how the Master is willing to kill him and the Doctor has to genuinely bluff his way out? Hey maybe this is just one out of character moment for Delgado?

The Daemons

MASTER: You realise, of course, that you’re a doomed man, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Oh, I’m a dead man. I knew that as soon as I came through that door, so you’d better watch out. You see, I’ve nothing to lose, have I?
MASTER: Enough! Azal, destroy him!
AZAL: Who is this?!
MASTER: My enemy and yours, Azal. Destroy him!
AZAL: This is the one we spoke of. He too is not of this planet.
MASTER: He is a meddler and a fool.
AZAL: He is not a fool, yet he has done a foolish thing coming here. Why did you come?
DOCTOR: I came to talk to you.                                                                                                                   
DOCTOR: To try and make you listen to me.
AZAL: Why should I? I see no consequence of value.
MASTER: Then kill him. Kill him now!
AZAL: Very well.
(Azal aims his hand at the Doctor.)
JO: No!            

The Time Monster                                                                                                                                             

DOCTOR: Greetings to you, Krasis. Any friend of the Master’s is an enemy of mine.
MASTER: Oh come, Doctor, must we play games? I take it you have something to say to me before I destroy you?
DOCTOR: Yes, I most certainly have.

MASTER: Miss Grant?
JO [on scanner]: What’s happened to the Doctor? You must help him!
MASTER: Ah, he’s beyond my help, my dear. He’s beyond anybody’s help.
JO [on scanner]: You mean that thing, that, that creature really swallowed him up?
MASTER: Ah, that’s a nice point. Yes and no. Yes, it engulfed him. No, it didn’t actually eat him up. He’s out there in the time vortex and there he’s going to stay.
JO [on scanner]: Then he is alive?
MASTER: Well, if you can call it that. Alive for ever in an eternity of nothingness. To coin a phrase, a living death.
JO [on scanner]: That that’s the most cruel, the most wicked thing I ever heard.
MASTER: Thank you, my dear. Now, what are we going to do about you, though? You’re an embarrassment to me. As indeed is that antiquated piece of junk of the Doctor’s. Now let me see
JO [on scanner]: I don’t really care anymore. Do what you like, but just get it over with.
MASTER: Your word is my command. Goodbye, Miss Grant!
(The two Tardises move in and out of each other in the vortex. On the scanner, Jo’s image sways then blurs as the two time machines finally separate.)

Episode Five

The Sea Devils

DOCTOR: How do you know about them?
MASTER: Oh, from the Time Lord’s files.
DOCTOR: More stolen information?
MASTER: Naturally.
DOCTOR: Well, why do you want to contact them?
MASTER: Those reptiles, Doctor, were once the rulers of this Earth. And with my help, they can be so again.                                                                                                                                                   
DOCTOR: I still don’t see why you want to help them. What can you possibly gain?
MASTER: The pleasure of seeing the human race exterminated, Doctor. The human race of which you are so fond. Believe me, that’ll be a reward in itself.

The Mind of Evil

JO: But I don’t see why you’re so upset. If you give him back the circuit and he hands over the missile
DOCTOR: You just don’t understand, do you, Jo? Once he gets that circuit back he’s free to roam through time and space. We’d never catch him.
JO: Then you’ll just have to give in. The Master’s got the missile and all we’ve got is this wretched machine.
DOCTOR: Jo, will you stop stating the obvious. What did you say?
JO: I said all we’ve got is this machine.
DOCTOR: Well, that’s it. That’s the answer. We’ve got the machine and we’ve got our friend, Barnham.
JO: I don’t understand.
DOCTOR: With a little help from you, old chap, we can destroy this machine and the Master at the same time.

[The Master’s Tardis]

MASTER: Ah, Doctor. I was afraid you’d be worried about me, so I thought I’d let you know that I’m alive and well.

[Prison Governor’s office]

DOCTOR: I’m extremely sorry to hear that.

Colony in Space

DOCTOR: Now you stay here! I’ve got to try and stop this senseless killing.
MASTER: It won’t do any good, Doctor. They won’t listen to you. It’s always the innocent bystander who suffers eventually.
DOCTOR: And what’s that supposed to mean?
MASTER: (leveling a gun) I’m afraid you’re both about to become the victims of stray bullets

Frontier in Space

(The Master is in the cage with Jo.)
MASTER: Why? What’s his plan?
JO: He wanted to get to the flight deck. He was outside the ship when you made your course correction!
MASTER: Was he now. How very unfortunate (laughs). By now he’s probably thousands of miles away, swimming around in space by himself. But just in case he isn’t, you come with me, Miss Grant. Come on.

Claws of Axos

MASTER: Stop him! Don’t you understand. He’s committing suicide and he’s taking us all with him! He’s doing this for Earth, not for you. He’s putting you all in a time loop and you’ll never get out of it! Never!

DOCTOR: Well, it’s perfectly simple, Brigadier. A time loop is, er. Well, it’s a time loop. One passes continually through the same points in time. Passes through the same. Yes. Well, the Axons said they wanted time travel and now they’ve got it.
FILER: What about the Master.
DOCTOR: Well, I sincerely hope he’s with them.
FILER: Hope.
DOCTOR: Well, I can’t be absolutely sure. I was pretty busy at the time. But I’m ninety percent certain though.
FILER: How much.
DOCTOR: Well, pretty certain. Well, I suppose he could have got away. Just.

Yep the Master and the Doctor were never portrayed as enemies in Delgado’s time. Except in literally every single Delgado story!

It is true that the two were meant to have been friends years ago, and the Doctor does express some regret at how the Masters turned out. Also in Colony in Space the Master offers to let the Doctor help him build his better world.

However the Doctor and Masters past friendship is actually only mentioned in a grand total of one story of the entire classic era, the Sea Devils. It is never presented as interfering in eithers feud with one another in the present. Both may have regrets, but both are perfectly willing to kill the other if need be from the start and the more their feud goes on, the more they develop a genuine hatred for each other that eclipses their former friendship.

Furthermore in Colony in Space the Master’s offer to the Doctor is less about the Doctor and more about his beliefs in building a better galaxy.

The Master throughout the Delgado era wants to rule over planets like the earth because he believes that under his rule he can make them a better place.

See here.

AZAL: I answered your call because the time was come for my awakening. The time has come for the completion of the experiment or its destruction.
MASTER: Then fulfill your mission by granting the ultimate power to me. Who else is there strong enough to give these humans the leadership they need?
DOCTOR: I seem to remember somebody else speaking like that. What was the bounder’s name? Hitler. Yes, that’s right, Adolf Hitler. Or was it Genghis Khan?
MASTER: Azal, I have the will. You yourself said so.

At first he thinks that the Doctor can help him build this better world, as he is on a similar wavelength (another renegade Time Lord.) When he finds out that the Doctor will not only never help him, but is actually a bigger threat. The Master becomes determined to destroy the Doctor, which leads to their feud intensifying.

Moffat however has clearly never watched these stories since the early 70s but remembers vaguely that Delgado and Pertwee were friends in real life and assumes it must have been that way on the show. This explains his ridiculous reading of their relationship. Two guys who regularly tried to shoot each other, blow each other up, stab each other etc, were just two old gentlemen having a laugh!

Similarly the Doctors phobia about guns as we have seen is something that no one who actually watched the show could possibly think. Chris Chibnall openly said in a recent interview that the Doctor never throws punches or fires bullets.

Its not like these are isolated incidents. Part of Jon Pertwee’s entire Doctor was that he was an excellent fighter.

Then there was the moment the Fitzroy crowd actually came third in a Doctor Who trivia quiz.

Steven Moffat Comes Third in Doctor Who Quiz

Clearly the Fitzroy crowd have no knowledge of or interest in the Classic Show. They liked it as children, and they like some of the ideas and characters such as the Daleks, but ultimately they see Classic Who as a boring, embarassing, dated old show that they fixed.

See here for Moffat’s opinions of the show in the 90s.

Back when I was in my early twenties, I thought Doctor Who was the scariest programme on television. I had one particular Who-inspired nightmare which haunts me to this day — except it wasn’t a nightmare at all, it was something that happened to me on a regular basis. I’d be sitting watching Doctor Who on a Saturday, absolutely as normal… but I’d be in the company of my friends!!

Being a fan is an odd thing, isn’t it? I was in little doubt — though I never admitted it, even to myself — that Doctor Who was nowhere near as good as it should have been, but for whatever reason I’d made that mysterious and deadly emotional connection with the show that transforms you into a fan and like a psychotically devoted supporter of a floundering football club, I turned out every Saturday in my scarf, grimly hoping the production team would finally score.

Of course my friends all knew my devotion to the Doctor had unaccountably survived puberty and had long since ceased to deride me for it. I think (I hope) they generally considered me someone of reasonable taste and intelligence and decided to indulge me in this one, stunningly eccentric lapse. And sometimes, on those distant Saturday afternoons before domestic video my nightmare would begin. I’d be stuck out somewhere with those friends and I’d realise in a moment of sweaty panic that I wasn’t going to make it home in time for the programme—or worse, they’ d be round at my house not taking the hint to leave — so on my infantile insistence we’d all troop to the nearest television and settle down to watch, me clammy with embarrassment at what was to come, my friends tolerant, amused and even open-minded.

And the music would start. And I’d grip the arms of my chair. And I’d pray! Just this once, I begged, make it good. Not great, not fantastic —just good. Don’t, I was really saying, show me up.

And sometimes it would start really quite well. There might even be a passable effects shot (there were more of those than you might imagine) and possibly a decent establishing scene where this week’s expendable guest actors popped outside to investigate that mysterious clanking/groaning/beeping/slurping sound before being found horribly killed/gibbering mad an episode later.

At this point I might actually relax a little. I might even start breathing and let my hair unclench. And then it would be happen. The star of the show would come rocketing through the door, hit a shuddering halt slap in the middle of the set and stare at the camera like (and let’s be honest here) a complete moron.

I’d hear my friends shifting in their chairs. I could hear sniggers tactfully suppressed. Once one of them remarked (with touching gentleness, mindful of my feelings) that this really wasn’t terribly good acting.

Of course, as even they would concede, Tom Baker (for it was he) had been good once — even terrific — but he had long since disappeared up his own art in a seven-year-long act of self-destruction that took him from being a dangerous young actor with a future to a sad, mad old ham safely locked away in a voice-over booth.

Which brings us, of course, to Peter Davison (for it was about to be him). I was appalled when he was cast. I announced to my bored and blank-faced friends that Davison was far too young, far too pretty, and far, far too wet to play television’s most popular character (as, I deeply regret to say, I described the Doctor). Little did I realise, back in 1982, that after years of anxious waiting on the terraces in my front room, my home team were about to score — or that Davison was about to do something almost never before seen in the role of the Doctor. He was going to act.

Let’s get something straight, because if you don’t know now it’s time you did. Davison was the best of the lot. Number One! It’s not a big coincidence or some kind of evil plot, that he’s played more above-the-title lead roles on the telly than the rest of the Doctors put together. It’s because-get this!-he’s the best actor.

You don’t believe me? Okay, let’s check out the opposition, Doctor-wise (relax, I’ll be gentle).

1. William Hartnell. Look, he didn’t know his lines! (okay, fairly gentle. It wasn’t his fault) and it’s sort of a minimum requirement of the lead actor dial he knows marginally more about what’s going to happen next than the audience. In truth, being replaceable was his greatest gift to the series. Had the first Doctor delivered a wonderful performance they almost certainly would not have considered a recast and the show would have died back in the sixties.

2. Patrick Troughton. Marvellous! Troughton, far more than the dispensable, misremembered Hartnell, was the template for the Doctors to come and indeed his performance is the most often cited as precedent for his successors. Trouble is, the show in those days was strictly for indulgent ten-year-olds (and therefore hard to judge as an adult). Damn good, though, and Davison’s sole competitor.

3. Jon Pertwee. The idea of a sort of Jason King with a sillier frock isn’t that seductive, really, is it? In fairness he carried a certain pompous gravitas and was charismatic enough to dominate the proceedings as the Doctor should. Had his notion of the character been less straightforwardly heroic he might have pulled off something a little more interesting. His Worzel Gummidge, after all,is inspired and wonderful.

4. Tom Baker. Thunderingly effective at the start, even if his interpretation did seem to alter entirely to fit this week’s script. (Compare, say, THE SEEDS OF DOOM and THE CITY OF DEATH. Is this supposed to be the same person?) I think I’ve said quite enough already about his sad decline so let’s just say that it’s nice to see him back on top form in Medics. Well, is was while it lasted.

5. Colin Baker and Sylvester McCoy. Miscast and floundering. Neither made much impression on the role and none at all on the audience. Or at least on me.

Is it because Davison doesn’t fit the established, middle-aged image of the Time Lord — even though, with twelve regenerations the Doctor must be a rather young Gallifreyan with, we know, a definitively youthful, rebellious outlook? Is it that some fans had actually latched on to tackier, more juvenile style of the earlier seasons and actually missed that approach? Whatever the explanation, if it’s possible for anyone to watch something like KINDA and not realise the show was suddenly in a whole different class then I find that slightly worrying. Perhaps — no definitely — there’s something about being a fan that skews your critical judgements.”

Now in all fairness to Moffat he did refute some of these criticisms. People’s opinions change over time (my opinion of New Who has become more negative for instance in the last few years.) Still I can’t help but think that Steven Moffat deep down still feels this way towards the Classic era.

Look at his depiction of the First Doctor in Capaldi’s last story. Here he rewrote the First Doctor to be a sexist, sexual braggard!

This is a shameful misrepresentation of the character to 21st century audiences. The first Doctor was never depicted as a sexist. His era actually featured many strong, brave female characters such as Barbara and Sara Kingdom, both of whom the Doctor never treated as inferior or less than the men around him.

The Doctor could be condescending to Susan, but that was because Susan was his grand daughter and 15 years old! The Dalek Invasion of Earth depicts the Doctor as still viewing Susan as a child only to realise at the end that she is now a woman, and has outgrown him. The line about how she needs a jolly good smacked bottom, is meant to be embarassing as it shows the Doctor still viewing Susan as a troublesome little girl.

Moffat however completely takes it out of context and has the Doctor say the same thing to Bill, a 20 something woman he has never met before! This almost makes the Doctor look like a dirty old man. Its one thing to still view your teenage grand daughter that you raised as a little girl, its another to walk up to an obviously adult woman you don’t know and threaten to spank her! (The fact that he earlier boasted about the members of the fairer sex he’s known, like Al Bundy would, just makes it worse.)

Steven Moffat is far from the only member of the Fitzroy crowd to trash the original.

Russell T Davies outright said that the original was an utter joke until he and David Tennant came along.

See here.

It’s hard to express the joy of that. For 20 years, this thing was a joke. It was slightly embarrassing admitting liking it. In fact, very embarrassing. You’d see comedians taking the piss out of it. It would crop up on I Love the 60s shows, where they would make it look like rubbish. And to see it being what it always was in our hearts is just amazing. You mentioned it in the same sentence as James Bond. My God, that’s impossible!

Can you feel the love Russell T Davies has for the original series?

Mark Gatiss similarly said in a recent interview that if the revival had not come along, then the original would have been forgotten about as it didn’t hold up to modern audiences.

With “fans” like this, who the fuck needs haters? Seriously what can a hater do to the original that the Fitzroy Crowd haven’t? Say it doesn’t hold up? Insult its characters and the actors who played them? Create a narrative that the original was a total joke that has been accepted by the press?

I think most of the Fitzroy Crowd simply saw the show as being a potential cash cow that could further their careers. Russell T Davies for instance originally pitched Torchwood as a series before Doctor Who called Excalibur, but when it was rejected he decided to spin it off from Doctor Who.

Now the narrative is often that the Fitzroy Crowd were all big shot writers who were taking a risk in producing an embarassing old show like DW.

Sadly the rest of fandom buys into their lies, but the truth of the matter is that whilst Doctor Who in the 90s was no longer a mainstream series, it was still a huge brand.

I myself grew up in the 90s. I was born in 1991 after the original series finished. I was introduced to it through video releases and I was far from the only person my age who enjoyed it. Plenty of my friends enjoyed the original series and I was never teased for liking it. Obviously everyone’s experience is different and I don’t doubt some people were ridiculed for liking it.

Doctor Who is a sci fi and fantasy series, and sci fi and fantasy sadly have a negative stigma attached to them. Even today with the record breaking success of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, sci fi is still seen as a niche genre in some respects.

Yes shallow morons on panel shows (tv made by idiots for idiots) laughed at Doctor Who in the 90s, but that doesn’t mean that millions of other people didn’t like it.

Incidentally even today people on panel shows and other comedy series still ridicule Doctor Who. Look at this clip from the Australian version of Gogglebox where they absolutely ridicule the 21st century Doctor Who.

If this above clip was from a 90s show then it would be used as proof that nobody ever liked Doctor Who during that decade by the Fitzroy Crowd. Face facts the type of people on these shows are never going to love Doctor Who. If its a fad for a short while, like during the Dalekmania craze, or when it was first brought back during the Tennant era, they might say they like it for a short period, but ultimately they will always view sci fi as a silly, childish genre.

During the 90s Doctor Who still had a larger following than the overwhelming majority of genre series (save possibly Star Trek.) In 2002 when the British public were asked which old series they would most like to see come back, Doctor Who topped the poll with the majority of the vote( beating out Blackadder, Fawlty Towers and Dad’s Army.) Most of the people who voted were under the age of 20, and therefore born during the time of Doctor Who’s supposed decline.

See here.

Jump to 5:20 to see the Radio Times poll.

In 2002 the Doctor was also voted the greatest tv character in a poll for SFX magazine, beating out various characters in then current, popular series such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Farscape among others.

See here.

The Doctor Transcends Time To Be Voted The Best Character

Doctor Who is Sci Fi Favourite

Furthermore every single Doctor Who story that existed was released on video during the 90s and the 00s. If there had been absolutely no demand for them, why would the BBC (who had no love for the series) release obscure and poorly recieved stories like Underworld?

Even compilation videos like the Pertwee Years were best sellers. See here. Jump to 4 minutes in to see Pertwee talk about its success.

Its worth noting that even today Classic Who still maintains a devoted audience. Every single year Classic Who outsells New Who on DVD.

See here, the best selling tv series on DVD and Blue Ray in the United Kingdom for both 2015 and 2017. Classic Who ranks considerably higher than New Who for both years.

Classic Who Outsells New Who 2017

Classic Who Outsells New Who 2015

Once again its clearly mostly young people who are buying Classic Who DVD’s as the rest of the top ten tv series are all modern programmes.

Furthermore anything Doctor Who related on television was a massive success during the 90s too. Dimensions in Time, the notoriously reviled Eastenders crossover shown in 1993, pulled in over 13 million viewers. The 96 movie contrary to popular belief was not a flop either. It received a positive critical reception at the time and pulled in over 9 million viewers (almost as many as Rose, the first episode of the revival.)

Its also worth noting that until Voyage of the Damned, the first episode of the 4th series of the Russell T Davies era; Rose the first episode of the new series was also the highest rated.

So clearly Classic Who still had a massive following and does still hold up to modern audiences. Obviously I’m not saying that Classic Who could still be a mainstream series (What show from even the 90s could still be shown on primetime mainstream television?) Still to people who love sci fi and fantasy of which there are millions, Classic Who holds up as much as any other genre classic.

Furthermore given how fondly in was remembered by the general public, who’s to say that a more updated version of Classic Who with better practical effects couldn’t have pulled in millions of viewers too?

Far from being a dead show that Russell T Davies was taking a risk bringing back, it was a sleeping giant that he and the rest of the Fitzroy Crowd monopolised for themselves, used to boost their own careers and launch their own projects such as Torchwood/Excalibur.

Among the other ways the Fitzroy Crowd have attempted to down Classic Who’s success is claiming that it never had an overseas following, and that women never enjoyed Doctor Who until they came along.

The narrative is that Doctor Who was NEVER popular abroad until the Steven Moffat era. Critics and fans will often make out that Doctor Who was totally obscure in places like America until Matt Smith, which is demonstrably not true.

Doctor Who first caught on in popularity in the late 70s, early 80s. At one point in the 80s its popularity in America was greater than it was in Britain! In America DW’s viewers from 1984 on were over 9 million, whilst they generally tended to hover at 7 million in the UK  (until the 86 cancellation where they dropped.)

The Doctor Who fanclub of America was also the largest in the world throughout the 80s.

The shows popularity faded in the late 80s due to the BBC raising the prices of the stories to the point where no one could afford to buy them. This was part of the BBC’s calculated attempt to finish the show in the late 80s. (Which also included slashing its budget, giving it no publicity, putting it opposite Coronation Street etc.)

See here.

Still it nevertheless remained a cult favourite in America on a par with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Lost In Space. The character of the Doctor (or rather the 4th Doctor) became recognisable to the general population, as did other icons from the series such as the TARDIS and the Daleks.

There were many loving references to the series on American tv in shows such as the Simpsons and Futurama throughout the 90s and 00s. (The character of Leela was partially inspired by and named after Leela from Doctor Who.)

Even to this day whenever an image of the Doctor is used on America tv it’s almost always Tom Baker rather than any of the New Doctors.

See here.

Even when Sheldon is talking with his girlfriend called AMY, then its still Tom Baker they use as he is more recognisable.

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Its hilarious that even with these references we routinely get told that Doctor Who only caught on in America from the New Series onwards.

See here.

Aside from America, Doctor Who also had large cult followings in Japan, Australia and New Zealand. It was in fact shown in over 80 countries around the world.

The revival has not actually enjoyed more popularity in America than the classic era. Both are cult series in America that have enjoyed success by the standards of cult series, but neither are what you would call mainstream hits. (New Who’s viewing figures at the height of its popularity in America were barely over 2 million.) However New Who’s success is beefed up by the media, whilst Classic Who’s is done down to the point where fans who don’t know any better, assume the classic series was completely obscure Stateside until Moffat came along.

It was harder to sell series to other countries and develop followings abroad during the time of the Classic series too. No streaming service, no internet, and no channels like BBC America. A series had to actually be sold back then, and for Classic Who to be seen in 80 countries and make the millions it did for the BBC.

As for female fans, well its true that the classic era of Doctor Who was overall more of a guys show. On average men prefer sci fi to women. The reason for this is most likely because sci fi is generally perceived in popular culture to be an action genre, and men on average prefer action movies.

Actual genre fans know that sci fi can come in various different forms, but still the stigma persists and so women on average are not drawn to the genre as often as men.

Still women do need escapism and fantasy too. I think that whilst there is a grain of truth to it, the idea of women not liking sci fi is greatly exaggerated and is perhaps more of a self fulfilling prophecy.

Doctor Who meanwhile I think was able to overcome the stigma of being just an action series for women, due to the fact that its leading man was certainly not a conventional action lead. Even in Pertwee’s time. At a first glance, Pertwee who is much older is not going to seem like a conventional leading man. Doctor Who’s massive mainstream popularity from the 60s to the 80s also ensured that it became a part of British popular culture like few other genre series, and thus was more accessible to women.

Throughout the 60s, 70s and 80s, Doctor Who was a family show, watched by fathers, mothers and little boys and little girls. On the 1970s Documentary, Whose Doctor Who, which is collected on the DVD release of The Talons of Weng Chiang; just as many young girls are interviewed as young boys, and just as many mothers are spoken to as fathers as representatives of DW’s core audience.

The competition winner from Doctor Who magazine was on set today, a 15-year-old girl. When I was a kid, 15-year-old girls didn’t watch Doctor Who.

-David Tennant

A surprising number of American Whovians are women. Joan Paquette a legal secretary from Boston is attracted to Doctor Who’s bumbling charm and mastery of the impossible. Says Graphic Designer Jan Scuza of Cambridge Mass, the Doctor is a humanist hero who fulfills a need in our technological society. Notes Barbara Shewchuk 28, a stenogropher from Bridgeport, Pa “The fact that Doctor Who cares about all life forms shows that you can trust him”

-Extract from Time Magazine in the early 80s.

Throughout the 90s when DW became more niche, then most of its fanbase did tend to be men in the UK. In America however throughout the 80s and the 90s, over 80 percent of its fanbase were young women. (Remember that in America it was more popular in the 80s than it was in the UK.)

Once again however these female Classic era fans are erased from history just as often as 90s era fans like me are because we don’t fit the Fitzroy did it all narrative.

Now just to be clear I am not trying to do down the Fitzroy Crowd’s success. Classic Doctor Who had a huge audience in the 00s, and Doctor Who was still a big brand. Still had the revival not captured the publics imagination on its own steam, then the nostalgia for the original would have faded within a year or so. Added to that the revival has managed to develop its own cult following in places like America, made up of many people who never saw the original series. It also has to be said that Matt Smith is unquestionably the second most recognised Doctor in America too after Tom Baker. Chances are if its not an image of Tom Baker they will use for the Doctor, it will be one of Matt Smith.

I’m more than happy to give the revival the success its due. The problem is however that the Fitzroy Crowd have not been happy to give the original credit for its success. The narrative that they have created is that the original was only ever a niche thing, liked by nerdy men (not that there is anything wrong with that!) Until they came along.

It would be like if Chris Nolan came along and said that nobody had ever heard of Batman until he directed The Dark Knight.  The reason for this however is because it helps the Fitzroy’s lies to become more accepted by the fandom, as it becomes a case of “Well if it wasn’t for us then the show would just be an embarassing little niche thing, only liked by nerds, so you have to go along with everything we say.” Which leads onto my next point.

Self Loathing Fanboys

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The curse of any fandom is the self loathing fanboy.

The self loathing fanboy will usually be from a more upper middle class background, and will have been teased by people when he was younger for liking sci fi. As a result he will be desperate above all else for it to be accepted and the most popular tv show on earth.

Now fair enough we are all like this to some extent. We all seek acceptance, and we all want the things we love to get their due.

Still the self loathing fanboy is so desperate for acceptance that he will be happy to make any concessions to what he thinks are the it crowd, just to see his favourite show, character, be popular.

Whilst there are self loathing fanboys in every fandom, Doctor Who is sadly rife with them for many reasons.

Ironically a large part of that is because Doctor Who was more successful than most other genre series, and because it later received a far worse treatment from the media.

Most genre series are lucky to last a few years. Firefly, Dollhouse, Randall and Hopkirk deceased, were all axed after one year, whilst even the likes of Star Trek, Lost in Space and Blake’s 7 all only lasted three or four years.

The likes of Buffy, and Xena meanwhile were able to have decent runs, but they were shown on very small channels and only ever became big cult series. Joss Whedon even said that if Buffy were shown on a mainstream channel, its viewers would have seen it cancelled (as was the case with Firefly that was shown on a larger network.)

Classic Who however was shown on the mainstream British tv channel in the best time slot. It was one of the most popular British televisions series in general throughout the 60s and the 70s and even the early 80s. Unlike other sci fi series, which sadly are depicted as being just a thing for young men in the media. Doctor Who broke down all barriers. Mothers, fathers, little boys and little girls, and old grannies and grandfathers all gathered round to watch it.

When the show became more niche in the 90s, its fans weren’t equipped to handle it. All big franchises popularity waxes and wanes over the years. No one can remain at the top forever. This is why the most important audience to get are the cult audience who are going to stick with you no matter what.

Again take a look at Batman. Batman was a huge sensation in the 60s, only to drop back to obscurity until the 1989 film after which it was a sensation until the late 90s, only to fade again until the Nolan movies. It then went through another bad patch after the Nolan movies until the Joker in 2019.

Throughout it all however the character has remained a recognizable part of popular culture and maintained a devoted fanbase who have kept him alive.

Doctor Who was exactly the same throughout the 90s and the 00s, but sadly unlike Batman fans, DW fans weren’t equipped to deal with it. Batman had after all begun as a more niche character, so when he went back to being one, Batman fans attitude was “well we were fine before, we’ll be fine now.”

The same applies for Star Trek fans. Star Trek until the 80s was a niche thing, and after its mainstream popularity died in the 00s, their attitude again was “we got by in the 70s we can do it again.”

With Doctor Who however because it never had a period of being niche before its cancellation, they just couldn’t cope. They couldn’t bare it just being another cult series (even if it was the most popular cult series alongside Star Trek!) They couldn’t bare the thought that more casual viewers might not be as interested in it anymore, now that it wasn’t current.

In all fairness to Doctor Who fans however, the show also did have a harder time from the media in the 90s and 00s than say Star Trek ever did.

You see from the 90s on, most comedians, particularly in Britain were cowards. They only ever went after targets that the media said were safe to go after, from celebrities that the papparazzi were harrassing, to religious groups that were safe to poke fun at, to unpopular political leaders.

In order to appear edgy however, these comedians would be ridicously nasty to these easy targets.

I have already written an article exposing these comedians cowardice and bullying nature.

If you have the time please check it out. I talk about their shameful treatment of Doctor Who towards the end, but I’d recommend reading the other sections to get an idea of how these bullies work.

Why Modern Comedians Are Cowards

Sadly due to how much the BBC and the media hated the classic series, then it became an easy target for these hack comedians. Their treatment of it, much like their treatment of other vulnerable targets such as Amy Winehouse went beyond the pale. Its one thing to make a light hearted joke about a show being nerdy, or cheesy as is often the case with Star Trek. Its another to get the person who actually killed the show on to laugh and sneer at it, and make out that it was just a laughing stock.

I totally understand why a lot of Classic Who fans felt bad at this awful treatment, but you have to always look at things in a measured way. Yes these bastards may have been able to sneer at True Who in the 90s, but 30 years after it finished, Doctor Who is still one of the best selling series on DVD, whilst almost all of these panel shows that mocked it are long forgotten.

Sadly however it seems that Doctor Who fans let the bullies win. They were so desperate for the show to not ever be niche again, that they were willing to go along with any trend that they thought might make it popular.

Obviously all fans want their franchise to be successful, but there is a fine line between updating something in a practical way, and selling it out, which sadly the makers of New Who crossed from the beginning. Sadly however they were able to bully a lot Classic era fans into going along with it under the justification of “if you don’t support this we’ll go back to the 00s/90s”

As a result Classic Who fans didn’t defend the show’s traditions and lore until it was too late. Jodie Whittakers Doctor represents the final straw. There is absolutely nothing of the original left in her anymore, so fans have finally started to complain (then there is also the fact that Jodie isn’t popular either.) Still its come too little, too late..

From the start Who fans should have held the Fitzroy Crowd accountable for fucking with the lore and traditions of the character, but we didn’t.

When you look at how fans of other franchises reacted when their characters and traditions were being messed with compared with Doctor Who fans, its embarassing.

Star Trek fans complained when a Beastie Boys song was used in the trailer, because they felt it wasn’t staying true to the tone of the series.

Doctor Who fans meanwhile actually supported turning the Master, the Doctors archenemy from this.

Into this.

Again not having a go at the person who made this video. I never like to punch down, which picking on a random fan whose never done anyone any harm, and just makes videos as a hobby would be, but I think this vid is the best example of what Moffat did to the character, to contrast with the True Who portrayal of the Master. I suppose the maker of the video should be happy, that this is the best representation of Missy/12’s relationship I could think of online.

That would be like if Khan had been played by Sarah Silverman, and had been rewritten into being in love with Captain Kirk and sang “I’M FUCKING CAPTAIN KIRK” in the style of her I’m fucking Matt Damon song.

Do you think for one second that Star Trek fans would be happy with that? Do you think they’d say such ludicrous things as “Sarah Silverman channelled Ricardo Montablan when she sange about fucking Kirk” or “There was always a sexual subtext between Kirk and Khan, only homophobes don’t acknowledge it.”

As it was Trekkies were unhappy with Benedict Cumberbatch being cast. Cumberbatch gave a good, serious performance, and didn’t turn the character into a joke like Missy, but Trekkies were still unhappy with him in the role simply because he wasn’t a natural fit for the role of Khan.

Similarly look at the shit Jared Leto got from Batman fans for his performance as the Joker. Leto’s Joker whilst certainly not one of my favourites, was at the worst bland and fairly unremarkable.

That’s still better than Missy, who as I have been over before literally threw out absolutely everything about the character of the Master.

The Masters main motivation is to conquer the galaxy and make it fit his vision, hence why he calls himself THE MASTER, the clues in the fucking name Moffat. Having a version of the Master not want power is like having a version of the Joker who isn’t a clown, or a version of Magneto who doesn’t bend metal

Yet Moffat knew so little about the character he did just that.

Delgado Master

DOCTOR: (About the Masters plan to take over the galaxy.) You’re risking the total destruction of the entire cosmos.
MASTER: Of course I am. All or nothing, literally! What a glorious alternative!
DOCTOR: You’re mad! Paranoid!

MASTER: There, Miss Grant. I think we’ve seen the last of the Doctor. Buried for all time under the ruins of Atlantis. You know, I’m going to miss him.
JO: He’s not finished. I just know it.
MASTER: Of course he is.
JO: No, you’re the one who’s finished! Do you think that, that creature out there will ever let you control it?
MASTER: I do so already. He came when I called. You saw that yourself.
JO: Like a tiger comes when he hears a lamb bleating.
MASTER: Nicely put, my dear. You know, that was worthy of the late lamented Doctor himself. You know, I could kick myself for not having polished him off long ago. Just think of the future. Dominion over all time and all space. Absolute power forever. And no Doctor to ruin things for me.

MASTER :Think of it, Doctor, absolute power! Power for good. Why, you could reign benevolently, you could end wars, suffering, disease. We could save the universe.

Burned Master

MASTER: Rassilon’s discovery, all mine. I shall have supreme power over the universe. Master of all matter!

Ainley Master

DOCTOR: You’re quite right. One mistake now could ruin everything.
MASTER: I know that, Doctor, and it could happen so easily.
DOCTOR: What do you mean?
MASTER: The universe is hanging on a thread. A single recursive pulse down that cable and the CVE would close forever. Even a humble assistant could do it.
DOCTOR: You’re mad!
(The Master produces his weapon, then switches on the tape recorder to broadcast his message to the universe.)
MASTER [OC]: Peoples of the universe, please attend carefully. The message that follows is vital to the future of you all. The choice for you all is simple. A continued existence under my guidance, or total annihilation. At the time of speaking, the
DOCTOR: Blackmail.
MASTER: No, Doctor, I’m merely reporting the state of affairs. I have it in my power now to save them or destroy them.
DOCTOR: You’re utterly mad.
MASTER: Back, Doctor. The proceedings must not be interrupted. It’s mine. The CVE. It’s all mine.
DOCTOR: Only while that cable holds.

MASTER: A turbulent time, Doctor, in Earth’s history.
DOCTOR: Not one of its most tranquil, I agree.
MASTER: A critical period.
DOCTOR: You could say that.
MASTER: Oh, I do. The beginning of a new era.
PERI: Doctor, do you get his drift?
DOCTOR: I’m afraid I do, Peri.
PERI: He wants to pervert history.
DOCTOR: Not that the Prince of Darkness here would see it as perversion.
MASTER: Maudlin claptrap. The talents of these geniuses should be harnessed to a superior vision. With their help, I could turn this insignificant planet into a power base unique in the universe.
DOCTOR: And you intend to use the Rani’s bag of tricks to achieve this egocentric scheme.
MASTER: You are indeed a worthy opponent. It’s what gives your destruction its piquancy.

Now take a look at Missy, the female version of the Masters attitude to gaining ultimate power. In her first story Dark Water/Death in Heaven, she gives up an indestructable army of Cybermen to the Doctor (without a failsafe) and says.

DOCTOR: All of this. All of it, just to give me an army?
MISSY: Well, I don’t need one, do I? Armies are for people who think they’re right. And nobody thinks they’re righter than you. Give a good man firepower, and he’ll never run out of people to kill.
DOCTOR: I don’t want an army!
MISSY:
Well, that’s the trouble! Yes, you do! You’ve always wanted one! All those people suffering in the Dalek camps? Now you can save them. All those bad guys winning all the wars? Go and get the good guys back.                                                                                                                                                                
DOCTOR: Why are you doing this?
MISSY:
I need you to know we’re not so different. I need my friend back.

In what universe is that the same character? One is willing to destroy the universe to gain ultimate power, the other says she doesn’t need an army? Missy never makes any other attempt to gain power over the galaxy in her entire time on the series.

That alone is enough to make her stand out from the others (leaving aside the whole sex change.) Moffat also fucked up the Doctors relationship with the Master.

See here

True Who story, The Deadly Assassin

MASTER: Escape? Escape is not in his mind. Now he is hunting you.
GOTH: It was a mistake to bring him here. We could have used anyone.
MASTER: No, we could not have used anyone. You do not understand hatred as I understand it. Only hate keeps me alive. Why else should I endure this pain? I must see the Doctor die in shame and dishonour. Yes, and I must destroy the Time Lords. Nothing else matters. Nothing

New Who story, Dark Water.

MISSY: You know who I am. I told you. You felt it. Surely you did.
DOCTOR: Two hearts.
MISSY: And both of them yours.

DOCTOR: Clara. Clara. Clara. I’ve got to get Clara!
(The Doctor runs to the lift door.)
MISSY: Oh, Clara, Clara, Clara! You know I should shoot you in a jealous rage. Now, wouldn’t that be sexy?

On top of that, Missy embodies NONE of the Masters other character traits like his hypnotic nature, his manipulative streak, his signature weapon the TCE that shrinks people.

I’d say she is the Master in name only, but even then she’s not.

Yet poor old Jared Leto and Benedict Cumberbatch get raked over hot coals for simply not being as charismatic as Ricardo Montablan, Mark Hamill, Heath Ledger, Jack Nicholson, and Cesar Romero? Meanwhile some Doctor Who fans actually praise Steven Moffat for properly capturing the Masters character, and the writer himself was even able to single out Missy as one of his greatest triumphs?

The reason for that is again because a lot of Doctor Who fans are self loathers. All they care about is that the show is popular. Back in 2014, before the backlash against identity politics really began, a lot of fans felt that was what the kids were into, so they went along with it. (The makers of New Who are still under that delusion, hence why the show is crashing and burning.)

The Fitzroy Crowd are the ultimate self loathing fanboys. They were all embarassed to admit they liked Doctor Who to their snobby friends in the industry. (Moffat more or less admits in the quote I posted above.)

None of them had any respect or confidence in the format, and all were more interested in telling their own stories.

Sadly however they were able to dupe fans by playing on their collective self loathing and overwhelming desire for Who to be successful, and the result is ironically that the show is now in a worse position than ever before.

Not only did it sell out to the wrong fad, but now its hard to say what Doctor Who is anymore because its identity has been broken and twisted.

In the next article we will dissect the final lie the Fitzroy Crowd perpetrated “Doctor Who is all about change” and debunk that myth once and for all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

King Kong: Part 1

 

She couldn’t move another inch. The infection from her wound had finally overwhelmed her.

It had come from just a tiny little bite on the foot from one of those vile reptiles that had attacked their cave, but the infection had spread throughout the last day or so. Those monsters mouths were filled with so much bacteria and poison, they were capable of bringing down even the largest beasts on the island.

Still her brother did not give up. He couldn’t understand what was happening to her, but he knew one of those monsters had followed them from the cave and was closing in on them. The children had spent their lives on the highest cave on the island, seemingly safe from the horrors of the jungle below. Sadly however just yesterday, the great reptiles, their parents had lived in fear of their entire lives, finally found a way through a cave system that had been created by the constant upheavel of the island’s ecosystem and habitat. Their parents had tried to fight the reptiles off, but it was no use. They were torn apart, with the two children only barely managing to crawl their way out of their former sanctuary, into a world they didn’t even know existed.

The brother tried to hurl his sister over his shoulders several times and carry her, but his strength was nowhere near great enought for that. Instead he was forced to drag her along the forest floor. Several of the large flying reptiles however had begun to circle up above.

Like giant Vultures they had been biding their time, but some of the more bold and hungry reptiles had started to attack. The brother however had always been able to shoo them away with a few sticks. The flying Reptiles were not built for combat Their wing membranes were weak and delicate and their bodies were light and hollow.

Still the largest male Reptile was so consumed by hunger that he finally made a full attack and didn’t back down from the young brother, who continued to swing his stick in a futile gesture.

More and more of the flying Reptiles started to descend, inspired by their alpha’s boldness. Unfortunately for the winged terrors this would prove to be their undoing.

Whilst they were distracted by the two children, one of the monsters that had been pursuing them quickly jumped the flying reptiles from behind.

Most of the flying beasts were able to quickly retreat back to the sky, but the largest and slowest alpha was caught in the tiny arms of one of the two giant monsters as it leaped forward.

The two mighty beasts stood over their intended, tiny victims. The monsters were both over 24 feet tall, over 40 feet long, and 10 tons in weight. The monsters stood on two long, bird like legs, had two long, upright tails, large bulky bodies, which stood in a horizontal position, and large, squat heads with gigantic, blood stained jaws.

Their arms were tiny, with only two claws. Still given how easily one of the two beasts held the struggling flying reptile in place, they were clearly a lot stronger than they looked.

The monsters would later be known to mankind as Tyrannosaurus Rex, though they had many names to the various other human civilisations unfortunate enough to have lived on this god forsaken island. To the two children they had cornered’s species, the great apes who would one day be known by man as Kongs, the Tyrannosaurs represented one thing. Death!

The Tyrannosaurs had tracked the Kongs through jungle, with their advanced sense of smell after finishing off the parents. The little Kongs had got a good head start on the beasts, but they had been able to track them for miles. The Tyrannosaurs weren’t hunting the two Kongs out of hunger, but rather to eliminate a potential threat.

The Tyrannosaurs and the Kongs in the last few hundred years had become the bitterest enemies. For thousands of years before the two species had kept themselves to themselves. Their island had once been a gigantic landmass, with the Kongs living near the gigantic mountain near the centre, whilst the Tyrannosaurs lived in the tropical jungles on the outskirts of the island.

Unfortunately as the island began to sink into the sea, the Tyrannosaurs were forced inland into the Kong’s territory.

Both had been the kings of the world they knew. The Kongs despite being gentle herbivores were larger than the other meat eating Dinosaurs they lived with, and far more intelligent and agile. All of the meat eaters preferred to prey on slow moving, less intelligent Hadrosaurs and Brontosaurs instead. The Tyrannosaurs however were less indiscriminate. Their hugely powerful jaws allowed them to take down the largest and most powerful prey, and so the great Apes for the first time in their existence, were fair game.

The Apes were certainly a greater challenge to the Tyrannosaurs than any of their previous prey, but ironically that just made the Tyrant Lizards more determined to bring down the Kongs. The Tyrannosaurs weren’t used to any kind of challenge, and they started to hunt the Kongs, not just for food, but to eliminate any danger to themselves.

The Kongs had ulitmately been driven to near extinction by the Tyrannosaurs. Though a match for the Tyrant Lizard Kings in combat, the Tyrannosaurs greater numbers and their more blood thirsty nature allowed them to eventually eliminate the species from the island.

The two Kong children’s family as far as they knew were the last of their kind on the island. Their father had spent many years searching the jungles of the island. The great Apes were very social creatures who generally tended to live in large groups. (Even more so since the Tyrannosaurs invaded their territory.)

Unfortunately the only other Kongs they had encountered were another large family of Apes that had tried to steal their cave. The cave was not large enough for both families and so the two parents had been forced to fight off and even kill the other members of their kind.

Now it seemed the children were the last two of their kind. The brother hugged his sister and pushed her behind him as the male Tyrannosaur, who had bitten the sister earlier slowly stepped closer.

The female was too busy tearing into the flying reptile. She completely shattered its wing with one bite, and then ripped its leg off, before tearing its guts out, whilst the creature screamed and flapped its remaining wing in pain and desperation.

The Kongs could hear the flying reptiles fragile bones snap as the Tyrannosaurus’s mighty jaws tore its helpless victim apart.

The little male Kong tried to do his best as his sister collapsed from the infection. He roared, beat his chest, thumped his little fists into the ground.

The Tyrannosaurus however simply roared and charged at the Apes. Out of sheer self preservation the male Kong was forced to jump out of the way of the hungry beast. The Ape’s entire world had revolved around its family, but at the end of the day there was nothing it could do. Even if it did manage to carry her to safety, the infection would have killed Kong’s sister in a slow lingering way. If anything the Tyrannosaurus was doing her a favour now.

With one bite it picked up the female Kong in its mighty jaws and crushed her entire body into paste in a few seconds, which it then swallowed in a single bite.

The female Tyrannosaurus meanwhile threw what was left of the flying reptile to the ground, and started to puruse the young male Kong.

The Tyrannosaurus was a lot faster than it looked, but the young and more agile Kong was able to get a good head start on the Dinosaur until it reached the edge of a river. There was no way forward but through the river, and with no other choice the little Ape jumped in the water. Unfortunately however the monkey not only had no idea how to swim, but it was quickly swept away by the current.

The Tyrannosaurs watched as their helpless prey was carried off into the distance. Unlike the little Kong they knew this area well and knew that there was no way the little Ape could survive so they didn’t bother to pursue seemingly the last of the Kongs.

200 years later.

“If you think I’m eating this.”

“Well what were you expecting? Be grateful for it now. In a few days we’ll be drinking our own piss. Though that’s still too good for you.”

Almost all of the food rations had run out since the prisoners had overrun the ship. The captured French vessel, the SS Mesira had been converted into a hulk by the British in the year 1898. It was both one of the largest and among the last of the dreaded Hulks, holding over 200 prisoners and personel of both sexes. On the 6th of April, 1910 however its prisoners were able to overrun it and took the ship out too deep sea to escape the authorities.

One of the prisoners, a former captain named William who had been tried for murdering one of his ship mates, knew of a place that no one would dare follow them too. According to legends, Skull Island as it was known, was said to be to be a nightmarish land filled with terrible creatures.

William however assured his fellow prisoners that the fanciful tales about Skull Island were just stories, and that it would be the perfect place for the prisoners to hide.

Unfortunately however the journey had taken a lot longer than he had hoped. Tensions were running high. Several of the wardens had been kept alive at first as leverage, but most of them had been thrown overboard to reserve food supplies. A few of the surviving staff however had been killed and were now being fed to the prisoners. Most of the prisoners had no trouble with resorting to cannibalism, but one of the prisoners, Daniel Jackson refused however. It was not out of morality, but simply because he found the idea disgusting. In contrast to many of the other criminals here, Daniel had come from a wealthy background and had built up a massive criminal empire. He had a fantastic mind and had even played the key role in the break out, along with William.

Still he was not used to the hard living of many of the other criminals here, and the criminal who had been appointed the ships caterer, Robert had worked for Daniel before. The two had hated each other long before the desperate situation they were in now. Indeed most of the criminals who had worked for Daniel hated him, and sadly most of them were on the ship. It was a testament to how much they hated him, that they still showed him no gratitude for breaking them out.

“If it weren’t for me you would still be getting beaten every day by the bastards your serving up now.” Daniel said as he threw the bowl of human innards to the floor.

“Yes and look where we’ve ended up thanks to your great leadership.”

“I’m not the one who said to go chasing after some mythical land like Atlantis.”

Several of the other criminals behind Daniel were starting to get restless.

“I haven’t eaten for 4 fucking days mate. If you hold me up longer I’ll fucking eat you.” One of the criminals behind Daniel barked.

“You heard him” Robert said whilst barely able to contain his laughter.

“You may have been a big deal back in London, but here you’re just a little spoiled brat. I suggest you move if you don’t want to get your head smashed in.” Robert taunted.

“Honestly that I one of the greatest criminal minds of this century should be forced to scoff down the remains of a few perverted bullies.” Before he could finish the criminal behind Daniel punched him in the face.

The others all laughed and cheered as the convict continued to kick Daniel on the floor.

Before he could seriously hurt Daniel, a young female prisoner named Ella Scarlett intervened. Much like Daniel she too had refused to eat the guards remains, (despite having suffered more at their hands than almost anyone else.)  Still Ella was not helping out of altruism. As much as she despised Daniel, she realised that they may need him on Skull Island (should they ever get there.)

“Get off of him” she said as she tried to push the criminal away.

“We need to stick together.” She said as she tried to fight off the crook.

Whilst she was struggling, Daniel siezed his chance and grabbed a broken, sharp piece of the bowl he had smashed and stabbed it into the convicts neck.

Before Ella could stop him, Daniel stabbed the comic over and over again in the throat, chest and face.

The other convicts stood back in shock as Daniel spat on the convicts corpse before standing up, his arm dripping in blood.

“You are all nothing to me, do you understand. NOTHING!” Daniel screamed. He then jumped over the counter, with Robert now being too scared too do anything back and grabbed the pot filled with the remains of the guards.

One of the prisoners tried to stop him, but Daniel threw the contents of the boiling pot all over him, before throwing it at the crowd.

“You are nothing to me, do you understand. NOTHING!”

“We’ve made it, we’ve made it.” William shouted.

Sarah came running up the deck.

“Skull Island? Thank god” She said.

“Another few days and they’d have eaten each other.”

“I didn’t want this. Please understand. I tried to stop them but.”

“I know, I know. Neither of us belong here.” She said with regret.

“Well we’ll have a new start ahead of us. Just up ahead.”

Sarah could barely see the island it was so foggy and the waves were wild. Still from she could see it looked like nothing more than a harsh forboding rock.

“It doesn’t look the best place to get a fresh start to me.”

“Trust me. Its the one place I’ve ever felt l did belong.”

To Be Continued

 

 

Doctor Who Vs Scratchman: Part 10

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                          Based on a story by Tom Baker and Ian Marter

The Harpies talons tightened around Elena’s shoulders enough to draw blood as the Cyclops struggled to break free. Elena’s constant fighting very nearly caused the Harpy to lose her balance and go tumbling into the lake with the time traveller in tow.

“You stupid fool. I’m here to help. Keep on with this and we’ll both end up in the lake.” The Harpy shrieked. Its voice was so high pitched, Elena almost couldn’t make out what it said.

Elena didn’t trust the Demon, but she realised it was pointless to keep fighting the beast. Wherever the Harpy was planning to take her, it couldn’t be worse than the pit, she hoped. The Harpie quickly ascended to high above the lake before any of the souls could reach out of the water and try and pull the two relcutant companions in.

“We have to find her” The Doctor pleaded with Charon.

“Trust me, she’s better off with those Harpies than you both are. Either these souls will tip the boat, or worse you’ll end up where I’m supposed to take you.” Charon said.

More and more of the souls kept climbing over board whilst hundreds of the ghosts gathered round the bottom of the vehicle and started to try and pull it down.

“We’re sinking, quick shut the hatch.” Charon shouted as he tried to operate the controls.

The Doctor was able to seal the lock with his sonic screwdriver before any more of the damned souls could enter, though unfortunately 3 of the Ghosts had managed to crawl into the ship itself during the commotion. One of the Ghosts was able to jump Charon from behind, wrestling the gun from his hand and throwing it to the floor. When the Doctor tried to reach it, one of the creatures quickly jumped in front of the weapon.

At the back of the room the Doctor could see the Ghost that had attacked Charon toss his body to the ground.

He wasn’t sure if the legendary Ferryman of the Dead was alive or not, and he didn’t particularly care.

Yarox tried to attack one of the Ghosts, but the Doctor held him back.

“They’ve been burning in a lake of fire for thousands of years. I don’t think we will be able to hurt them with our fists.” The Doctor said.

“Well what are we going to do.”

“Try and reason with them”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

The Doctor stood seemingly unafraid of the three ghosts who shuffled around him. In reality he was absolutely terrified, but the Time Lord hoped he could gain the damned souls trust more if he came from a position of understanding, rather than necessity.

“I am the Doctor. Believe it or not, I am not your enemy. The creature who imprisoned you in this lake, he wants my vessel to escape this realm. If you kill me now, he’ll still have my vessel. He’ll still eventually find a way to use it to escape. If you help me, well maybe I can escape and leave him trapped here.”

“We know” one of the corpses said in a feminine voice. It had obviously been a woman in life, but the body was little more than a skeleton.

“That’s why we were trying to help you.”

“What?”

“We are part of the last resistance of this universe against the terror that threatens yours. You don’t think we’d be on the side of the monster that dropped us in the lake of fire do you?”

“Well no I suppose not.” The Doctor replied.

“Charon however said that the lake turns you into monsters? Granted he’s not the most trustworthy source, but.”

“He’s right. The fire burns most people’s identities away until they’re nothing but animals. Some of us however endure through the fire, for whatever reason. Love, hope, or a desire for vengeance against Scratchman. One in every million souls condemned to that lake, still remembers who it is, though only one in every million of them is not driven completely insane, like those Scarecrow’s that attacked your dimension. Eventually those of us who kept our identities decided to get together to protect ourselves. That’s when the Harpies contacted us.”

“They didn’t seem to be too friendly.” Yarox said.

“Trust me they are the good guys. They are the last of what was once a mighty race in this universe. One every bit as advanced as yours Time Lord.”

“Ah so you know about me then.”

“The Harpies do. They’ve been fighting Scratchman for a millenia. They wanted to help you escape. It was our job to keep the Ferryman of the dead occupied long enough for the Harpies to get you to their command. Trust me, given the dangers that exist in this lake, even that was a tremendous task. Sadly we failed.”

“Well if you’d just explained then I’d have been happy to go with you. Still we’re not entirely blameless. I should have learned by now after 10 lifetimes, not to judge people by their appearances. Is there any way we can contact the Harpies?”

“No I’m afraid not. It won’t be long before Scratchman’s most heinous minions will be here. We have to escape to Ammit’s cave.”

“Ammit are you insane?” One of the other Ghosts said.

“Not even Scratchman’s most dangerous Demons will dare follow us in there. Only Scratchman himself would, but he’s too lazy to attack right away. Ammit’s cave might give us the time to formulate a plan.”

“Assuming Ammit doesn’t eat us all right away?”

“That’s a chance we will have to take. We cannot allow Scratchman to get hold of the Time Lord. You heard what the Harpies said he will do to the other universe, or rather to my universe. I come from the planet earth too Time Lord. Even I struggle to remember who I was at times, but I do know that the person I was in life did not deserve this.”

“Well no one deserves this.” The Doctor said with regret.

“Still if this cave is the only way forward then we need to get there at once.” The Doctor continued as he started to examine the controls.

“I’m sorry this machine is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” The Doctor said as he inspected the controls.

“Charon is the only one who can help us. I hope you haven’t killed him.”

“Not at all, he’s a victim just like us. Besides if we did he’d just come back again.”

“Ah of course, I can’t throw stones though. I’ve come back 9 times already.”

As soon as he awoke, Charon tried to overpower the three Ghosts who managed to restrain him.

“We need your help Charon.” The female Ghost said.

“Why on earth do you think I’d help you? Don’t get me wrong I feel bad for you, the little feeling I have left, but you know as well as I do, its a good idea not to cross Scratchman.”

“I also know that you hate your existence. You might try to act as though you don’t care, but deep down every second you wish it would just end. You were once a hero and now you’re a lap dog for an evil greater than you could have ever imagine. Worse you bring people to him every day. If you help him now, he’ll keep you alive in this state forever. What if I were to tell you that I could end it.”

“I’d say you were a liar, a desperate liar who still doesn’t realise that you can’t fight him.”

“We want to make our way into the Destroyers cave.”

“Then I’d say you were insane.”

“Its the best place to hide for us. Ammit though dangerous is just an animal. None of Scratchman’s Demons will follow us in there. It will give us time to contact the Harpies, and eternal rest for you. You know that when Ammit devours a person’s soul they die for good. Even Scratchman can’t bring them back.”

“I’m surprised he would have something like that? Is Ammit not too merciful a creature for old Harry Scratch?” The Doctor said.

“He uses it to keep the Demons who are loyal to him in check. Also its been quite an effective method of torture for us too. Every second in that lake is agony, and just up ahead is a creature we know will end our pain. All of us have tried to swim towards it, but we are pulled back, either by the current or.”

“Or what?” The Doctor asked.

“The Kraken.”

“You don’t have to tell me about the Kraken.” Charon said with regret.

“I’ve tried to get into Ammit’s cave a billion times, only for that tentacled monster to eat me every time. There’s no way we can get past it.”

“Yes there is. The Harpies have prepared a ritual that will weaken the beast. They’ve been working on it for centuries. We just have to chant it when it emerges.”

“What if it doesn’t work? What if Scratchman.”

“If you will allow me to interrupt.” The Doctor said.

“From what I gather before this horrible mess you were once a good man. The fact that you want to be free of the life you are living now shows that some trace of him still exists. Tell me would the person you were before this not take any chance he could, no matter how remote to stop a monster like Scratchman?”

Charon was silent for a few minutes before he started to work the controls.

“I suppose it can’t get any worse for me.” The ferryman of the dead said.

“You’ll need to tell your friends out there to let us go.”

The Harpy had arrived at its destination. A gigantic purple mountain that looked as though it was phasing in and out. The mountain had the ability to change its location which was how it had eluded Scratchman for such a long while. Gathered at the foot of the mountain where hordes of hideous creatures, clearly the servants of Scratchman. It couldn’t remain here much longer.

There was no entrance, and the Harpy simply flew into the mountain. Elena screamed at it to stop, but before she knew it she was inside a gigantic dark cavern. Below she could see hundreds of strange creatures. Centaurs, Harpies, Satyrs, Cyclops, as well as what looked like living skeletons were all gathered together in front of a gigantic altar where a larger, blue Harpy sat.

Elena’s Harpy flew her towards the larger Harpy, who was clearly in charge.

“I am sorry we were unable to get hold of the Time Lord.” The Harpy said as she lowered Elena down in front of its master.

“I have one of his companions. We might be able to use her.”

“She’s worthless” The blue Harpy said, much to Elena’s annoyance. Not that it cared.

“The Time Lord is the only one that matters. Only he can pilot his ship to escape from this reality. Scratchman will find him and force the Doctor to create a rip to their universe.”

“The Doctor would never give in to that monster” Elena protested.

“Trust me. No one can withstand Scratchman. The Time Lord will eventually break. All is lost.”

The crowd started to go insane. Their leader didn’t even attempt to calm them down. What could she say?

“There must be something we can do.” The lesser Harpy said.

“What do you propose? Launch a full attack on Scratchman’s castle?”

“Why not”? Elena asked.

“Don’t be fooled by our army. Its tiny compared to Scratchman. We’d be lucky to last a few hours, and we still don’t have anything we can harm that monster with.”

“Well maybe a few hours is all we need” The lesser Harpy said.

“Like you said. The most important thing is to make sure that Scratchman doesn’t get his grubby mits on the TARDIS. Our universe is done. If we can do anything to stop him from doing this to another reality, won’t that be worth it? We need to take the war to Scratchman himself.”

To Be Continued

 

 

The Circus Master: The Curse of the Robots: Part 1

“Please, please I beg you.” Cricex screamed as he pounded on the ground to no avail.  The portal that had brought him here had been closed. He knew the risks when he went on the mission, and had prepared himself, yet when actually faced with the reality of these monsters and what they had done to his team mates, he broke down in sheer terror.

He lifted out his weapon, not for the monsters, but for himself. For a second he hesitated. He thought of his wife, his son, and the people he would never see again, but then he thought of what the monsters would do to him and placed the gun in his mouth.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger however, he heard someone calling for help in the distance.

It was his team mate, Graceia. Cricex had thought he was dead. He had been the first to disappear, and he hadn’t heard anything back from him for two days. Obviously he had escaped from the monsters and been waiting her the entire time. The portal would only open at a particular time, so he had clearly waited here the entire time.

Much like Cricex however he had missed it as the creatures had ambushed him at the last minute. He was calling in desperation for help that wouldn’t arrive.

In fact Cricex used this opportunity to slowly crawl away from the monsters. He couldn’t look at what they did to Graceia. There were a few times where he was tempted to shoot Graceia and put him out of his misery, but he couldn’t as then the beasts would notice him. As slim a chance as he had for survival, he had to take it.

“Where am I, what’s going on?” Ashlei said as Carlene gently helped her up.

“I don’t know where to start love? If you’ve got amnesia, well I don’t want to be the one to bring your memories back but.” Carlene said.

“Its okay, I remember. I’m just amazed we survived.” Ashlei said as she stumbled up with Carlene’s help. Ashlei looked around and saw the Circus in ruins. The walls were cracked and broken, the magic water in the fountain had dried up, and the rags from outside were poking through the walls. The Srange Boy sat near some wreckage at the back, with the enchantment still on his head.

“We might as well not have.”The Circus Master said in despair.

“The Circus has been destroyed. Worse we have no idea where we are. For all we know, the second we step outside the Tent and step on a bug the Guardians will snatch us.”

“Then what do we do.”

“Honestly I don’t know and if I did I wouldn’t share it with you Ashlei” The Circus Master said scornfully.

“I’ve not forgotten what you did in the Rysteans base. You betrayed our trust and you nearly doomed us all to the Kardons.”

“What I did? You’re the one who trapped an entire species down there with those monsters.”

“Me and Denika were the ones willing to sacrifice ourselves for the Rysteans. We were willing to endure an eternity with the Kardons just so some of them could escape, so don’t you dare say we were happy to leave them. We had no choice. If their plan had gone ahead, then the entire world, billions of worlds would be suffering the same fate as the Rysteans. The fact that you don’t understand that shows that you were never cut out to be part of this team.”

“Maybe I’m not. I can’t turn the other cheek to people’s suffering like you can.”

“We need to get rid of her right away.” Florence said as she emerged from the wreckage behind with Keptis in tow..

“I ought to tear that bitch’s head off.” Florence said in anger.

“You lay one finger on her darling and I’ll make you wish you’d gone down with that stinking ship of yours.” Carlene threatened.

“I already went down with the Titanic you moron. Believe you me though after spending a few months with you, I wish I’d gone down with it permanently.”

“You prissy uptight cow, you’d have been dead several times if it wasn’t for me.”

“We got on fine without you before, and we’ll do so again.”

The Circus Master was forced to get in between the two Vampires.

“Lets not lose our cool here. Unfortunately we’re all in this together.”

“Well I don’t agree with Florence, but I do think we should drop Ashlei off next time we get back to earth.” Keptis said.

“I for one don’t like to travel with people who pull guns on me.” The Martian sneered

“Keptis’ I, I don’t know what to say. You probably don’t believe me, but I would never have done it, I just couldn’t let them do that to the Rysteans.” Ashlei said.

“You’re right I don’t believe you. It doesn’t really matter though, you’ve proven that you’re too weak to travel with us.”

“I agree.” The Circus Master said. “Sadly we can’t get rid of her just yet. Remember history says we will have another adventure in the 20th century with her. That’s the only reason I took her on in the first place. Its always why we need to get this ship working. If we don’t then we won’t be around to prevent whatever disaster we have to in the 20th century, and the Guardians will come for us as Ashlei’s very presence here will be a paradox. However that doesn’t mean we have to have anything to do with Ashlei until then.”

The rest of the Circus Folk walked outside to join Denika who was doing her best to fix the ship, except for Carlene.

“Its okay darling I understand why you did it.” Carlene said.

“You were wrong, and you’ll have to live with the consequences of it, but

“I’ve done worse, much worse, and so from what he’s told me has the Circus Master, that wanker. Florence killed people when she was a Siren. They’re all hypocrites.”

“They’re right Carlene” Ashlei said.

“I should never have come on board. I never cared about them. I just wanted to be with you. That’s all I ever wanted. You were all I had after my brothers died. Please when all of this is over, can we just settle somewhere quiet. Away from all the monsters and creatures.”

“I don’t know if I can do that love. I think in spite of everything that’s happened, we’re needed here. The timeline wants us here or some reason. We just have to remind the others of that.”

“I don’t think they’ll ever trust me again. I’m not sure if I want them too. Regardless of how he spins it, the fact is that we had to leave innocent people down there with those monsters. Call it weakness, but I don’t think I will ever be able to turn a blind eye like they do.”

“I wish I could say it was that easy love, but well it isn’t always just black and white. Still lets see what we can do to help. If the guardians get us we’ll all be trapped together forever. Eternity with that stuck up cow Florence? I’d rather stake myself now.”

Outside Denika had been trying to repair the ship for hours to no avail.

“I’m sorry everybody. That’s all the magic I have left. That Kardon literally ripped the power from the ship when we teleported. I’m amazed we got here, wherever here is. Must have been some residual mgic left over. We might be able to restore it, but I’m going to need a lot more equipment.”

Suddenly the Circus Folk’s attention was drawn to stomping sound from the distance. Just over a nearby hill, the Circus Folk could see a horde of what looked like metal creatures marching towards them. They were humanoid in shape and whilst their skin was definitely metal, they appeared to glow bright red. Their faces meanwhile were nothing but fire.

“Magic detected, restrain the humanoid creatures.” Their leader said in a voice that sounded electronic, yet also had a more emotional aspect to it.

Denika was first to attack. Her magic was limited after she had used so much of it on the Tent. She also did not want to use lethal force against the robots until she knew what their intentions were.

The robots however easily deflected her blasts and sent the weakened Witch backwards through the air. Florence tried to supress the monsters with her singing, but the monsters were completely unaffected.

Carlene tried to throw a gas bomb at the robots, but they were able to scatter the gas and quickly stun Carlene, Florence, Keptis and The Circus Master himself with their blasts.

“The aliens have been surpresed. We shall find out what they really are, after the dissection.

To Be Continued