The Universal tour continues...

...on the crystal shores of the Sea of Ferros

...atop the Peaks of Gelid

...Whitechapel, 1888.

...murder most foul.

...the 'real' culprits!

The Doctor entered the black chamber secured beneath the blasphemous library.  Tendrils of a green luminescent vapor curled and clutched at the cuffs of his pant legs.  An awful, indescribable stench assaulted his senses.  He could feel his twin heartbeats quicken with excitement.  He had seen a great many terrible and magnificent things in his long life, yet still the sense of the unexpected could get his pulse to racing.  He retrieved his screwdriver from the inner pocket of his coat hesitantly, not quite sure he wanted to see what the glow from its lumi-bulb would reveal in the ancient, dark chamber of horrors.  

"What rubbish." he whispered softly to himself, bolstering his faltering courage and flicked on the switch...   

Time for some Upgrades!

Tardis  Mk. III

The Eleventh Doctor...Tardis base

...on the Ruins of Traglathium

...on Barbarus 9.

Time And Relative Dimension In Space

Mark I

TimeBalls, miniScopes & Daleks!

 These are some of the things I've been working up for a Doctor Who Miniature Game.  The Dalek is taken from Niklas Jansson's redesign which can be viewed here:http://www.itchstudios.com/psg/doctorwho/doctorwho.htm#daleks
they are super cool and I plan on trying to create more miniatures based on his designs.

"The Architect of Time" (rough draft excerpt)

1.

The tunnel was dank and it's air had an acrid tang.  The men coughed and shifted uncomfortably in the tightly packed hole they had escaped to during the collapse.  Having no lamps or candles they sat in relative darkness, each with their own private thoughts. They talked very little and only out of necessity, trying to conserve what air trickled through the tiny cracks in the rock that sealed them in.  But when they heard knocking from the wall of rock they couldn't help but give out shouts of surprise and faint desperation.

The knocks were uniform and regular, an unrelenting pounding that shook the wall causing lose rock to fall in places.  The men all scrambled to pull at the holes the falling rock had left behind.  Their pace became frantic as more rock fell under the unceasing blows coming from the other side of the encasing wall.  Blow after blow brought joy to the men's faces.  Trapped for hours, feared given up for dead, they had very nearly abandoned all hope of rescue.  

They gave out a cheer as one large hunk of rock feel from the center of the wall and a shaft of light burst into their musty chamber.  The cheer was echoed by the workers on the other side.  The hand of a giant thrust itself through the newly created opening.  The hand motioned at the same time a booming voice called in, "You boys stand back now."  The men did as they were bidden, pressing themselves against the left and right sides of the chamber.

The hand disappeared back through the opening and the men heard a loud intake of air.  They held their breathe in anticipation.  A loud smack, of metal on stone resounded and the caved-in rock crumbled.  Light and air poured into the tiny alcove.  Each man took in lungfuls of breath, uttering prayers to their gods.  Workers from beyond the collapsed wall rushed in to assist the men, carrying out those who no longer had the strength to walk.  

As each one emerged they looked for the owner of the hand that had brought them out of the darkness.  The mountain of a man waited by the newly fashioned entrance.  He stood quietly smiling as each man uttered their thanks.  When all the men had been removed he wiped his brow and hoisted his large hammer onto his massive shoulders.  Other workers began hauling out the smashed rock and depositing it into carts that they then pushed out into the daylight.  The gruff bellow of the foreman barked over the din of working men and congratulatory cheers. "Back to work!  John Henry get back to the rail!"

John Henry didn't speak.  He simply picked up the torn and sweat drenched shirt he had taken off before breaking the wall and walked into the sunlight smiling.

A glimpse at the Architect of Time...

"The shifting temporal dilations had left me stranded once again in the Land of the Undying God-king.  On my last visit I left under rather harried conditions.  I had hoped that my exact temporal resonance was far away from my previous appearance and that the reign of Sehk-bet the Unforgiving had passed or not happened yet.  Sadly that was not the case..."

"Downloaded"

There's a buzzing sound followed by some soft squelching.  Metal on meat and bone is what it reminds me of.  But what are meat and bone?  I think about these terms and nothing happens.  No pictures form.  No feelings emerge.  There is just black.  How do I know this?  I'm not sure I do.  But this is what it's like when you wake up from cycling through cold storage for nearly a decade.  

Your acquired memories unfreezing in a slow and seemingly random pattern.   This is what the soft feminine voice tells me as I open my eyes.  Vision is blurry.  Underwater wavy and full of clouds.  Through the aqua-haze I see her.  She's got her head thrown back so that her black hair cascades down her back.  She's cupping her left breast, invitingly.  Her lips shine red like phosphorescent tracer fire from a smoking machine gun.  Blazingly.

There is a thump and suddenly the world goes cold and I'm numb every where but my face and left middle finger.  I hear a muffled grunting that turns into a cough.  The watery vision dissipates.  I can't move my body, other than my eyes so I look around.  The girl isn't real.  She's just a faded and torn poster hanging on a grimy wall.  The wall is covered with girls, all naked.  All offering a false invitation of intimacy.  

Along with the girls there are a number of tools.  Greasy, flacking paint.  Hakkon 420's and a couple of jet-blasters dangle from bent nails used as hooks.  More muffled grunts and coughing then a loud and long high E pierce the silence in my head.  These are the next things I hear:

"You should get that looked at." This voice a male of possibly middle age.

"Naw. [cough, hack, cough]"  Another male voice, though this one seems to be chewing on gravel.

"I'm telling you it's covered."

"[hack,cough] I know it's covered, but if I go in my premiums shoot up to 12%.  It's just a loose rotator.  It'll work itself out.  And if it doesn't I know a guy..."

"That'll void the warranty.  Wait who do you know?"

"...[rumble, hack] a guy."

"Not Eddie you saw what he did to Casper's 9-11."

"That's because Casper didn't oil up like he was supposed to."

"Eddie tell you that?"

"So [cough, cough]?"

"If you want to trust an uncredited mechanic that's your business.  I'm just saying it's covered.  We got that in the last strike.  Looks like he's cycling."

"Hey big guy.  Welcome to NU-Life."

A middle aged male in blue overalls leans close.  His face shines in the light, almost sparkles.  A plastic grin stretches across plastic lips.  I try to speak.  Nothing happens.  My attempt does not go unnoticed.

"Just relax fella.  You're not fully downloaded yet.  Your buyer has your unlock codes.  Once your registered you should be back to normal again."

"Yeah [cough, hack, cough] normal."

"Knock it off."

"What?  I'm just sayin' this guys got it worse than me [rattle, rumble, hack]."

"Hey, leave it out okay."

"Your too sentimental that's your problem.  He ain't gonna remember any of this once he's [cough, rattle] registered."

"That's what the adverts tell you but..."

"Aww quit yer drippin' and unplug him.  We got twelve more [hack, rattle, cough] to pack n' ship before break."

The plastic face attempts a look of understanding and care, but his mouth is too twitchy to pull it off.  A buzz and whirring sound alternates around me.  Then I'm covered with gel packing 'nuts.  

"Where's this one going?"

"Some X-ec in Tower [cough, hack] 74.  What difference does it make?  Hurry up will ya?"

"All right , all right. Stop bustin' my balls already."

My vision goes dark as a black plastic seal is put over the casket.  I won't wake up again until my buyer opens his package.