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Ravenous Two

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Escape To Kaldor By Matt Fitton I really don’t care for Escape To Kaldor, it’s ultimately a story pitched on set up for Liv’s (probably good) spinoff. Now, I love me some Liv. What I’m ultimately annoyed by is that this is the same script as Beachhead, Galileo Trap, The Gift, Their Finest Hour,  or in the future, L.E.G.E.N.D, Whisper,  and many others. A functional filler episode. It is not offensive. There are just...a lot of these mediocre ones lying about, and the similarities to Beachhead especially, a poor episode, mind, are very clear. A runaround with a classic Who monster unrelated to the main arc of a set always disappoints. This is no exception. Bring Me Knitting: Mostly a Liv and Helen episode, Paul McGann is in the background for most of it, but has some really nice scenes with Tula. I’m Sorry About The Doctor: For A Supposed Liv character piece, this does fuck all to flesh out a character who is already far more three dimensional than hundreds of other companions. S

Can You Hear Me? By Charlene James and Chris Chibnall

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God, Have I Missed This! Can You Hear Me? By Charlene James and Chris Chibnall The central point of Can You Hear Me is that they’re finally trying to scare us again.  Can You Hear Me Is brutal in that it has some of the most nightmarish imagery since Blink- Of course, it never reaches that level of sheer brilliance, but Can You Hear Me is delightfully unsettling in its approach.  Of course, most of Can You Hear Me’s horror is psychological, and because of that, very subjective, but I have to give it credit for some of the stuff that will make kids, as in the ancient proverb, “hide behind the sofa.” The problem with Can You Hear Me is that we have too short a series. In either Davies or Moffat’s who, this episode WOULD be a two-parter.  And yes, it gets awfully bogged up in it’s last half hour, while it spends time setting up the whole central threat for a long time at the beginning, so there’s really about a sliver of what we really want in the middle. We’re here for

NCJDDAS: A Storm Is A’Comin

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From A Prompt By Mikey Part Two of the crossover event, guest starring Martha Jones, Kate and Osgood Heavily references the Big Finish audio drama, UNIT: Tempest Chapter One It was a dark and Stormy night.. Osgood shook in the hospital bed that she’d been confined to for the past three months. The thunder crashed, and the dark fell around her like a black navy blanket. Everything had a faint dark look to it, as if shadow had fell on the earth.  It was Tornado season. Osgood knew they rarely hit the area she tossed and turned in, but she was nonetheless worried.  When wasn’t she?  Not since the Dalek gun blast took out her leg… She shivered… Remembering the unfeeling eye of ‘Agnes’ the Dalek shooting her... anyone else would have died of the residual wound effects long ago.  But she was Osgood.  Osgood got up, her nerves too shaken for her to cope any more attempt at sleep, and grabbed a copy of H.P. Lovecraft off the hospital nightstand. Why would a

NCJDDAS: Benny and The Jets

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NCJDDAS, Season Two, Crossover Part One: Benny and The Jets Chapter One The Planet was made of charcoal. Black, dark plains, and the sky was yellow with fumes. The land was cold, and the wind bit through you, but there was no snow, no rain, and barely any atmosphere besides a thin air that left the inhabitants of the planet lethargic and slow. There were no trees. There was nothing above the surface of the planet, but the black plains of charcoal, for miles, and miles, and miles. Forever. No Oceans, just the flat deathly plains. But beneath… Beneath there was life. Underground, there were many tunnels, filled with fluorescent vines, and the light and plants were what the people survived on. They farmed the land, the fluorescent vines were food, and light, and underground, the world was near a paradise. Greenery grew, water formed in huge caverns, a huge cave valley, where the native species thrived. Until the aliens came. They wanted the coal, the fuel, and they would t