Post by thereviewer on Mar 4, 2014 2:46:56 GMT
Hi, guys. As some of you know, I've been working on my own Doctor Who RPG Adventure entitled 'The Three Universes.' It's essentially a different kind of Multi-Doctor tale where instead of different incarnations meeting, it's the same incarnation (in my case, Doctor #11) meeting different versions of himself from other universes. As such, here's a short prologue I wrote up for the story:
A person has landed in an empty open area. The ground is covered with fog, and the sky is dark orange, with black clouds. The ground that the person has landed on is cold stone, but the figure doesn’t seem to be dead. But they might as well be.
A fitting place for the figure now. The figure had just lived a million lives in a million different places, each version always dying in the end to protect a woman that was so important to the universe, that it couldn’t survive without her continued existence.
The figure pushes himself up on his hands looking around him. He is dressed in a green shirt with black pants and shoes. His brown eyes look around himself worriedly as the wind breezes past his hair a bit.
"Doctor?" The man asks worriedly.
There is no response.
"DOCTOR?!" He repeats.
With that, he drops to the ground, beginning to lose all hope. It's all useless now. He's lost forever and can't get out of this place.
"Please, please…" The person whispers, "I don't know where I am."
Suddenly, a voice pierces the air which up until now has only been filled with dead silence save for the male's voice.
The male looks up at the sound of his name. He knows the sound of the firm, yet feminine voice all too well now.
"You can hear me." The voice calls, "I know you can."
"Doctor!" Clark calls out, "I can't see you."
"I'm everywhere." The Doctor says, "You're inside my time stream. Everything around you is me."
Suddenly, a figure walks past Clark. He instantly recognizes her and smiles. It's an old woman with white hair wearing a black and white Victorian woman's dress, using a wooden walking cane.
"I can see you." Clark smiles, as a woman with curly blond hair wearing a garish multicolored coat runs past him.
A woman with medium-length curled blonde hair dressed in a cricket outfit runs past him. He then sees a woman in a black leather jacket sporting a short buzz-cut hairstyle run past the woman with the cricket gear, and into the opposite direction.
"All your different faces," Clark says, "they're here."
"Those are my ghosts." The Doctor explains, "My past. Every good day, every bad day."
Another woman passes him. This time it's one with long curly brown hair, wearing a grey coat and multicolored scarf.
Clark then hears a scream and becomes deeply concerned, as lightning begins to strike around the area.
"What's wrong?!" Clark asks "What's happening?!"
"I'm inside my own time stream. It's collapsing in on itself."
"Well, get out then!" Clark demands.
"Not until I've got you." The voice of the Doctor says strongly.
"I don't even know who I am." Clark says crying.
"You're my Impossible Boy." The Doctor assures, "I'm sending you something. Not from my past, from yours. Look up. Look."
Clark does as the Doctor instructs. Then he sees it. A dead leaf comes floating down.
"This is you, Clark." The Doctor says, "Everything you were or will be. Take it. You blew into the world on this leaf. Hold tight. It will take you home."
Clark takes the leaf and stumbles forward.
"Clark! Clark!" The Doctor calls, her voice getting closer to Clark, "Come on. Come on, to me, now. You can do it. I know you can."
"How?" Clark asks.
"Because it's impossible." The Doctor assures, "And you're my Impossible Boy. How many times have you saved me, Clark? You've been my savior for over a thousand years and I never even realized it was you saving me this whole time. Just this once, just for the hell of it, let me save you. You have to trust me, Clark. I'm real. Just one more step."
Clark stumbles and is caught by the Doctor. He looks up to see the familiar bow-tied woman whom he has spent the last few weeks with.
Her face is beyond relieved. She almost lost him, and she would never forgive herself if he were lost forever now, knowing the truth behind the Impossible Boy at last.
"Clark!" She says, embracing him tightly, "My Clark."
Clark hugs her back, only to see something in the distance.
"Doctor, look out!" He yells.
The Doctor and Clark both duck as a giant burst of yellow energy expands from the sky. The energy gets bigger and brighter until a new image appears. It's all in yellow energy, but they can see two figures. One is a man with short dark hair, wearing a burgundy frock coat, a waistcoat with collars, a pocket watch with fob chains, and purple pants. The other is of a woman with dark brown hair tied into a bun wearing a blood red dress.
"Oh, dear..." The Doctor says, worriedly.
"What?" Clark asks, "What is it?"
"It's a rip in space and time." The Doctor explains.
"That's bad, right?" Clark questions.
"No," the Doctor says, shaking her head, and putting on a pair of oversized reading glasses, "Not yet, anyways."
"So what is it?" Clark asks.
"Well," the Doctor explains, putting her glasses back into her pocket, "Imagine a line, now imagine a circle. Add four more lines, connect them all together, and hey, presto; you got yourself a stick figure, but uh, but that’s beside the point.”
"Seriously, Doctor?" Clark asks, "Is now really the time to be messing around like this and making jokes?"
"Sorry." the Doctor apologizes, “It's just a coping mechanism for when something bad is going to happen. Forget the stick figure body. Anyways, remember the circle thing? Well, imagine yourself surrounded by prison bars arranged in a circle.”
“Okay.” Clark says, imagining it in his head.
“Those bars are universes,” She elaborates. “And together, those universes comprise the circumference of a cylindrical megaverse.”
“Megaverse?” Clark asks.
"The theory that our world is but one of many," the Doctor explains, "There are multiple worlds that exist besides our own universe where some changes are small, while others are very large. Wars won with different victories, major discoveries that were never invented...practically anything can happen in any of these worlds."
"And this is one of them?" Clark asks, "One of these...alternate earths?"
"One of many, yeah." The Doctor replies, "Though I try not to think too much about it."
Clark understands now. The Doctor is somewhere around 1,000 years old, and has lost many companions before him. She lost the first human boy she openly loved, Ross Tyler, in her Tenth Incarnation. He had a chance to be with her, but chose a clone version of The Doctor instead of her.
She didn't want him to go. But she let him choose.
"But who are those two?" Clark asks.
"Look closely, Clark." The Doctor says, pointing at the figures.
Clark squints his eyes and gasps. The girl is suddenly being dragged away from what looks like a creature made of ice.
"Doctor!" He exclaims, "That creature... it almost looks like the Ice Tutor."
"It is the Ice Tutor." the Doctor says, "Just one from another universe."
"But..." Clark says, as he begins to realize what's going on, "That would mean..."
"Those are two different versions of us from another universe." The Doctor explains.
The two watch as the alternate Doctor whips out a devilishly-darker version of the sonic screwdriver, and blasts the ice governess into oblivion. As he does, the image almost seems to explode as the TARDIS doors close and the machine starts to wheeze uncontrollably. Then the image switches once more to show another male Doctor, and a female Clark. These two closely resemble what Clark and the Doctor would look like as the opposite gender. They are in a TARDIS control room similar to the one that Clark and the Doctor use, with another group of people.
Suddenly, the image fades, leaving Clark and the Doctor alone again.
"Doctor?" Clark asks, "What's going on?"
"I'm afraid I might have an idea." the Doctor admits, "That Megaverse I mentioned? It looks like it's slowly beginning to tear itself apart."
"And that's bad." Clark says.
"Yes." the Doctor nods, "Somehow, that Doctor managed to save that version of yourself from their sacrifice in Victorian England. The result of which seems to have caused a tear in space-time that obliterated that other earth. If we don't act soon and repair the damage, all of reality and time will be unraveled and who knows what will happen then?"
Clark remembers a time when he, the Doctor, and the other companions visited a planet of fortune tellers. Clark had wandered off on his own and discovered a male gypsy fortune teller that convinced him to have his palm read. He told Clark one day, he would live many lives and see two lives of a road not available to travel down. This must have been what he meant.
"We should get the others." Clark suggests.
"No time." the Doctor says, shaking her head, "I left them at a concert in the future before I came to visit you. With the way the megaverse is behaving, we need to stop this now, rather than later."
"So what's our plan?" Clark asks.
The Doctor sighs and adjusts her bowtie.
"It looks like we're going to have to get back to the TARDIS, find wherever it is those last versions of us are from, and..."
She suddenly trails off, looking straight ahead of her. Her face looks shocked as if someone walked all over her grave.
"Doctor...?" Clark asks.
Clark looks ahead confused. Standing by a cliff is a woman with short blonde/white hair who has her back turned to them.
"Who's that?" Clark asks.
"Never mind." the Doctor quickly replies, backing them away, "Let's go back."
"But who is she?" Clark questions.
"She's me." the Doctor answers, clearly not wanting to spend another second here, "There's only me here, that's the point. Now let's get back."
"But I never saw that one." Clark says confused, "I saw all of you. Eleven faces, all of them you. You're the eleventh Doctor."
"I said she was me." The Doctor corrects, "I never said she was the Doctor."
"I don't understand."
The Doctor looked frustrated and frantic.
"Look, my name, my real name," She says, "That is not the point. The name I chose is the Doctor. The name you choose, it's like, it's like a promise you make." She turns back to look at the mysterious figure, "She's the one who broke the promise."
Clark looks from the mysterious Doctor, then back to his Doctor. This is becoming too much for him to handle. Without realizing it, Clark suddenly becomes light headed and begins to faint.
"Clark?" The Doctor asks, "Clark? Clark!"
The Doctor manages to catch Clark before he hits the ground, and scoops him up into her arms.
"She is my secret." The Doctor tells her unconscious friend.
"What I did," the woman says, keeping her back turned, "I did without choice."
"I know." The Doctor replies.
"In the name of peace and sanity."
"But not in the name of the Doctor."
The Doctor turns and carries Clark away. She has a mission now, and she'd decided that she would prefer this megaverse calamity over spending another moment with the woman looking out into the scenery in front of her. The Doctor knows Clark will be all right once they get out of the time-line, and then she can easily put that woman behind her again, and focus on correcting the greater problem at hand.
Anything is better than remembering her. Because the Doctor knows that woman is her. The hidden incarnation of the Doctor that fought in The Time War.
In the final days of the Time War, there was one woman who sent out a sign. A sign that things would change forever once she had finished the war. And that woman was a Time Lady once called 'the Doctor' who took on the name of 'the Warrior.'
That Time Lady, the one whom the Doctor is now walking away from, that is the one who killed all of her own people.
The figure turns around to watch as the two fade away. It is an old woman with green eyes, wearing a battle-worn leather jacket and cravat with black pants and boots. A bandolier is also worn across her left shoulder, containing a red sonic screwdriver inside. The woman's eyes are filled with regret as she has had many, many years to reflect on the things she's seen; fire, death, and above all the other things she's seen; madness that nearly consume all of time and space.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Special thanks go to one of my college buddies for helping me out with the prologue and to Craig Oxbrow for the suggestions with the Female Version of The Eleventh Doctor and Clara (Or in this universe, Clark,) Oswald, as well as the evil duplicate versions of 11 and Clara. I'll be posting the actual RPG Stuff soon, probably sometime around April or May depending on the amount of college work I have. See ya then!