Given that Stephen Moffat is likely to adopt a darker edge in his production values, I'd envisage an 11th Doctor movie to do the same.
DAY OF DELIVERENCE
The Doctor & Amy Pond land in Brighton in summer 2011 hoping for a weeks break. However the streets are deserted and no electronic equipment is working. Everyone has vanished.
While searching a deserted bar they stumble across an unconscious Ben Chatham. Reviving, Ben explains to them over a drink that the people vanished two months ago, apart from a squad of UNIT troops & himself who were in UNIT's Hove base inspecting some neolithic artifacts in the science lab. Since then giant rats have appeared in the towns and countryside & killed many troops. The Doctor speculates that the artefacts may contain a clue as to what has happened and they set off for the base in the TARDIS.
Inspecting the artefacts, the Doctor finds a dagger which emits a strange signal only he can hear. He recognises Time Lord technology.
Following a number of encounters with the rats, The Doctor & Ben discover that a utopian organisation called 'The Sons of Tomorrow' is behind the mystery. All people have been shrunk to the size of ants and placed in suspended animation, supposedly to allow the earth to return to its natural state. The plan is then to travel to a new larger planet. However the Doctor discovers that the group's leader is the Master who in actual face plans to place all of humanity in a spacecraft & detonate a bomb on it. Ben tricks the Master into boarding the craft himself and then the Doctor launches it prematurely before the miniturised humans have been loaded. The Master has no choice but to defuse the bomb and turn back for earth where he is placed under UNIT arrest after the Doctor has returned humanity to size.
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This has your usual flaws, Spara - basically ONCE AGAIN you're ripping off Invasion of the Dinosaurs and the "movie" format is basically a forty-five minute episode, HALF of which is in a pub with Ben Chatham getting drunk.
You once again do nothing to write for established characters - Ben is completely shoe-horned into the story. Not only is he as ridiculous and outofplace as Corporal Bell meeting the Fourth Doctor and Leela, there's no explanation for why he hasn't been shrunk or why the Master hasn't killed him. The Master's also incredibly stupid, falling for a stupid trick when he's shown the previous ability to manipulate the Doctor without even knowing it.
What was up with the dagger? And MORE giant rats? I can't find an idea in this that's original in terms of your BC work, let alone in Doctor Who!
"Darker edge in production values"? What does that mean, anyway? "It'll be cheap, shoddy and badly-lit" apparently. It can't refer to this light, fluffy plot where the Earth is saved without a single death by the bad guy very nicely undoing his totally random and pointless plot.
I have seen CIN sketches with more characterization, plot and coherence than this. That includes Dimensions in Time.
Oh, and this comment moderation thing is getting very tiring. Have you actually had to screen comments since you switched it on? If not, all you're doing is making it too much trouble for people to comment and - worse - making it look like no one's reading your blog.
Come to think of it, it's easier to delete comments than moderate EVERY single one. And I know that as a fact.
So, a reminder - your proposal is too short, too unrefined, too messy, and rips off Invasion of the Dinosaurs. That's about the seventh time this year. Get your own damn ideas for once in your life - you ARE supposed to be an "ideas man".
The only believeably bit in this is Ben drinking himself in to unconciousness and awaking in a deserted pub.
One simple question... one teeny, tiny, minor question.
How does the Master manage to presuade EVERYONE. That is... EVERYONE, EVERYONE in the whole world, EVERYONE to have themselves shrunk down to ant sized and Fed-Exed to a new planet. Hell, you'd have Israel and Palestine wiping each other out over who gets to stay. Then let's not mention all the various rogue states, forign powers and even the various political systems of the West. The BNP wouldn't want anyone non-white and non-British to go. Etc, etc, IRA, Al-Quida, Catholics, Protestants, Star Trek/Star Wars etc, etc. It'd be easier for the Master to off them all a chance to go to a new planet and then sit back and watch the entire world tear itself apart over who gets to go. But no, even the Master can presuade EVERYBODY to actually put aside every single difference we have to go and do this thing. Look at Torchwood: Children of Earth where you had everybody trying to sell each other out for the greater good of the Earth. It's just not believable, EVEN for Doctor Who.
"One simple question... one teeny, tiny, minor question.
How does the Master manage to presuade EVERYONE. That is... EVERYONE, EVERYONE in the whole world, EVERYONE to have themselves shrunk down to ant sized and Fed-Exed to a new planet. "
He doesn't. Most people have been miniturised against their will.
"This has your usual flaws, Spara - basically ONCE AGAIN you're ripping off Invasion of the Dinosaurs "
It is influenced by it not ripping it off.
"He doesn't. Most people have been miniturised against their will."
With his 'Miniturisation/Teleportation' device, thus scaling down such an operation from years to days.
Sparacus, it's okay to admit that you didn't actually think about it. It's a growing process to admit you made a mistake.
It is influenced by it not ripping it off.
That's empty rhetoric and you know it, and you haven't explained why Ben bloody Chatham of all people wasn't shrunk or WHY the Master would suddenly be such an idiot to come up with this scheme instead of just, say, triggering World War III to kill everyone?
And I presume this marks your latest retcon of the Chathamverse, so all previous stories never happened - just like you did with Fields of Death. If you want a Corrie Street actor in hell's chance of this being relevent, you have to stop dry-humping the old order. The RTD era is on the way out and no one is going to be interested in a manic depressive alcoholic who they specifically DID NOT SEE for the last five years.
Reinvention is in order, but since you've shown a complete inability to come up with ANYTHING by yourself, it seems you're doomed.
Hey Sparacus, I wrote up a guide to your fanfic on TV Tropes. Care to look it over?
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/FanFic/TheBenChathamAdventures
-Space Lizard
Also? Crap.
For that action, Corvus Lizard, you recieve... MAN OF FIST!
Yeah, Spara, here's an exercise for you - try and write something that COMPLETELY avoids that checklist.
If your massive degree-bearing brain is capable of such a deed, of course.
"Yeah, Spara, here's an exercise for you - try and write something that COMPLETELY avoids that checklist."
Obviously any body of work could be reduced to a checklist. It does not invalidate the quality of the work. My writing strives to build on the best era of Doctor Who.
Obviously any body of work could be reduced to a checklist.
It doesn't matter - do something that breaks your own stereotypes or, by failing to do so, prove you lack any creative talent at all.
It does not invalidate the quality of the work.
Untrue. It reinforces your work's lack of quality.
My writing strives to build on the best era of Doctor Who.
It fails.
Every single time.
And it will continue to do so until you pull your finger out and actually stretch your excuse for a brain instead of repeating the same plagiarism over and over and over again.
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