reapp post~
The Doctor was dropped sometime in ... October 2008? And reapped on March 27 2009.
Character: The Tenth Doctor
Series: Doctor Who
Character Age: 900ish.
Counselor Job: Last Minute Escape Coordinator
Canon: Doctor Who, otherwise known lately as Britain's best export, is a show that has run for decades, telling the tale of an alien adventurer, his spaceship the TARDIS (the sports car of time travel, don't you know) and his large variety of human (and vaguely human, and occasionally robotic dog) companions. Doctor Who travels the universe - although, oddly enough, most of the time they seem to be hanging around London. Ah, budgeting. Through its lifespan, the show has thrown its hero up against terrifying monsters, natural disasters, and often the dregs of humanity. The Doctor himself lives for adventure, of course, but it could also be said that he's just looking for a place to rest.
The Doctor has been wandering the universe for centuries; a Time Lord -- or rather the last of the Time Lords -- he bears the rather whopping secret of what happened to his race like a ball and chain. The Doctor has had several incarnations over the years, his current one being a rather cheeky individual with a bright grin and a fast mouth who has a penchant for being just a touch on the side of mean, along with usually being right. Fond of little shops in hospitals, spouting random languages and the sound of his own voice, the Doctor has adopted humanity as his surrogate race over the years, going to great lengths to defend them, even at great loss to himself. A hero, a wanderer, a Renaissance man, the Doctor is a myth and a legend and an enigma, all wrapped up in a dorky package with relatively fashionable shoes.
Note: Autons are plastic dummies that bite. "Allons-y" is French for "let's go!".
Sample Post:
Oi! No, wait. I'm sorry, that's a terrible way to start a conversation, isn't it? Let's try again. Hello! I'm the Doctor. Now, since we're here, let me tell you a little something about travel. Sometimes, you know exactly where you're going and when you get there, it's not what you're expecting. That's always a bit rubbish. A good example of that is tourist spots; oh, it looks great on the brochure, then you get there and it's covered in Autons and it turns into a working holiday. But often, you go somewhere just because it might surprise you; sometimes, you get pointers from something completely bizarre. Such as getting coordinates appearing on a piece of psychic paper you happen to own, plus a full contract of employment! Now that's ridiculous. This piece of psychic paper is about the size of my wallet. Good job I had a microscope handy! Talk about small print.
So, once you've found a direction, you have to figure out if it's right for you. This Camp Fuck You Die. You - what's your name, by the way? Gary? - are one of the nicer individuals of the purple gorilla gorilla species I've met lately, so I'll give you this little piece of knowledge for free. This place shouldn't exist. I can tell just by looking around that it is an anomaly in time and space caused by a geohistorical rift in the eighteenth matrix-- all right, I can tell by your face that you're not going to grasp this, and I'm only saying it because I'm not keen on saying 'magic portal'. It sounds a bit naff, doesn't it? Portal? All the same. It shouldn't exist, but that's the best thing about the universe - sometimes things exist that really shouldn't. And those things can be beautiful.
And, sometimes they can smell like something died! And don't get me started on the welcome party. First thing I see when I get here is a group of girls waiting around with welcome banners. Sadly, I couldn't help but notice - and I'm the last to judge on appearances, mind you - those girls were sort of dead. Now, there are a lot of things in the universe I approve of, and a lot of things I don't. Way down there on the dislike list, along with Kindergarten Cop - good old President Schwarzenegger, bad politician but worse actor - wait, hang on, was that a spoiler? - is reanimating the dead. For one thing, it's a basic contravention of human rights. Secondly, it's kind of sticky. Yet-- ... hmm. In a big old jump of topic, let's talk about this lake. Because we've been standing here the whole time I've been talking, and there's a couple of things I've noticed. Firstly, I don't know if you've noticed this, but that lake has tentacles in it, one of which is sliding about your ankle right now.
Don't panic. Just for a moment, stay very still. Let me reintroduce myself. I'm the Doctor. And the good news for you, Gary the Gorilla, is that I am Camp Fuck You Die's brand new Last Minute Escape Coordinator, so guess what! You're in luck. The bad news - and for an individual in heels like those, this is quite bad - is that this escape? It's going to involve running. Plenty of running. Allons-y!
App went here at 96.4%.
Character: The Tenth Doctor
Series: Doctor Who
Character Age: 900ish.
Counselor Job: Last Minute Escape Coordinator
Canon: Doctor Who, otherwise known lately as Britain's best export, is a show that has run for decades, telling the tale of an alien adventurer, his spaceship the TARDIS (the sports car of time travel, don't you know) and his large variety of human (and vaguely human, and occasionally robotic dog) companions. Doctor Who travels the universe - although, oddly enough, most of the time they seem to be hanging around London. Ah, budgeting. Through its lifespan, the show has thrown its hero up against terrifying monsters, natural disasters, and often the dregs of humanity. The Doctor himself lives for adventure, of course, but it could also be said that he's just looking for a place to rest.
The Doctor has been wandering the universe for centuries; a Time Lord -- or rather the last of the Time Lords -- he bears the rather whopping secret of what happened to his race like a ball and chain. The Doctor has had several incarnations over the years, his current one being a rather cheeky individual with a bright grin and a fast mouth who has a penchant for being just a touch on the side of mean, along with usually being right. Fond of little shops in hospitals, spouting random languages and the sound of his own voice, the Doctor has adopted humanity as his surrogate race over the years, going to great lengths to defend them, even at great loss to himself. A hero, a wanderer, a Renaissance man, the Doctor is a myth and a legend and an enigma, all wrapped up in a dorky package with relatively fashionable shoes.
Note: Autons are plastic dummies that bite. "Allons-y" is French for "let's go!".
Sample Post:
Oi! No, wait. I'm sorry, that's a terrible way to start a conversation, isn't it? Let's try again. Hello! I'm the Doctor. Now, since we're here, let me tell you a little something about travel. Sometimes, you know exactly where you're going and when you get there, it's not what you're expecting. That's always a bit rubbish. A good example of that is tourist spots; oh, it looks great on the brochure, then you get there and it's covered in Autons and it turns into a working holiday. But often, you go somewhere just because it might surprise you; sometimes, you get pointers from something completely bizarre. Such as getting coordinates appearing on a piece of psychic paper you happen to own, plus a full contract of employment! Now that's ridiculous. This piece of psychic paper is about the size of my wallet. Good job I had a microscope handy! Talk about small print.
So, once you've found a direction, you have to figure out if it's right for you. This Camp Fuck You Die. You - what's your name, by the way? Gary? - are one of the nicer individuals of the purple gorilla gorilla species I've met lately, so I'll give you this little piece of knowledge for free. This place shouldn't exist. I can tell just by looking around that it is an anomaly in time and space caused by a geohistorical rift in the eighteenth matrix-- all right, I can tell by your face that you're not going to grasp this, and I'm only saying it because I'm not keen on saying 'magic portal'. It sounds a bit naff, doesn't it? Portal? All the same. It shouldn't exist, but that's the best thing about the universe - sometimes things exist that really shouldn't. And those things can be beautiful.
And, sometimes they can smell like something died! And don't get me started on the welcome party. First thing I see when I get here is a group of girls waiting around with welcome banners. Sadly, I couldn't help but notice - and I'm the last to judge on appearances, mind you - those girls were sort of dead. Now, there are a lot of things in the universe I approve of, and a lot of things I don't. Way down there on the dislike list, along with Kindergarten Cop - good old President Schwarzenegger, bad politician but worse actor - wait, hang on, was that a spoiler? - is reanimating the dead. For one thing, it's a basic contravention of human rights. Secondly, it's kind of sticky. Yet-- ... hmm. In a big old jump of topic, let's talk about this lake. Because we've been standing here the whole time I've been talking, and there's a couple of things I've noticed. Firstly, I don't know if you've noticed this, but that lake has tentacles in it, one of which is sliding about your ankle right now.
Don't panic. Just for a moment, stay very still. Let me reintroduce myself. I'm the Doctor. And the good news for you, Gary the Gorilla, is that I am Camp Fuck You Die's brand new Last Minute Escape Coordinator, so guess what! You're in luck. The bad news - and for an individual in heels like those, this is quite bad - is that this escape? It's going to involve running. Plenty of running. Allons-y!
App went here at 96.4%.