The Clash Are Most Offended
Jan. 27th, 2006 02:57 pmSo. Um. This is interesting.
I'm trying to post this on the twenty-seventh of January, as that was a) the day of the invasion, if I recall correctly, and b) Livejournal Rabbit Hole Day, which seems really rather appropriate for my bizarre situation. I'm really not sure whether it will work, though - the Doctor may be an expert in jiggery-pokery, but getting a computer to post to a Livejournal five thousand years in the past seems a bit much. Then again, he was able to do some pretty impressive work on Rose's phone - he's reading over my shoulder right now, in fact, and seems rather offended that I could doubt him. I'm sorry, Doctor. You are, of course, brilliant.
Basically, on the twenty-seventh of January, 2006 - as you've probably already heard, unless I'm posting this before it happened, which is perfectly possible - a Malboro turned up in the middle of Putney. Which was, you know, really weird.
Quite naturally, I think, I assumed that it was a person in a remarkably good costume. I mean, a fictional monster isn't the sort of thing you expect to be sitting in the middle of a shopping centre. So I walked a little closer to get a better look - edged a little closer, actually, I'm seriously pretty terrified of Malboros, even when I don't think they're real - and, um, the next thing I knew I was hardly able to move, and I had a splitting headache, and I felt incredibly ill, and I couldn't see, and when my vision cleared I rather wished it hadn't because Pyramid Head was in front of me, and so naturally I tried to run away but - I think the Malboro must have Confused me - I somehow ended up running towards it instead, and then there's a long stretch in which I can't remember anything, and when I came to I was in the TARDIS.
Yeah. It's been a pretty confusing day. At least, I think it's only been a day, but it's a little hard to keep track of time when you're, y'know, time-travelling.
Anyway, the Doctor's explained to me why fictional monsters have been attacking London, although I couldn't quite follow the explanation - something about a dimensional rift? He said that it happened in other countries as well; it seems that Griever descended from the sky in America and destroyed the Statue of Liberty. Does anyone know if that's true?
Apparently I was the only person taken on board because I was half-dead from the Malboro attack, the TARDIS had the medical facilities I needed, and, in his own words, 'nobody else was stupid enough to go near that thing'. Hooray.
We're in the seventy-first century at the moment, on an extremely vegetation-filled planet, the name of which I'm not even going to try to pronounce. We're also being pursued by lizardmen, so I may not be able to use this computer for much longer. I just wanted to let you know where I was, and make sure that nobody was hurt by the videogame-monster attacks. I hope you're all okay.
I'm trying to post this on the twenty-seventh of January, as that was a) the day of the invasion, if I recall correctly, and b) Livejournal Rabbit Hole Day, which seems really rather appropriate for my bizarre situation. I'm really not sure whether it will work, though - the Doctor may be an expert in jiggery-pokery, but getting a computer to post to a Livejournal five thousand years in the past seems a bit much. Then again, he was able to do some pretty impressive work on Rose's phone - he's reading over my shoulder right now, in fact, and seems rather offended that I could doubt him. I'm sorry, Doctor. You are, of course, brilliant.
Basically, on the twenty-seventh of January, 2006 - as you've probably already heard, unless I'm posting this before it happened, which is perfectly possible - a Malboro turned up in the middle of Putney. Which was, you know, really weird.
Quite naturally, I think, I assumed that it was a person in a remarkably good costume. I mean, a fictional monster isn't the sort of thing you expect to be sitting in the middle of a shopping centre. So I walked a little closer to get a better look - edged a little closer, actually, I'm seriously pretty terrified of Malboros, even when I don't think they're real - and, um, the next thing I knew I was hardly able to move, and I had a splitting headache, and I felt incredibly ill, and I couldn't see, and when my vision cleared I rather wished it hadn't because Pyramid Head was in front of me, and so naturally I tried to run away but - I think the Malboro must have Confused me - I somehow ended up running towards it instead, and then there's a long stretch in which I can't remember anything, and when I came to I was in the TARDIS.
Yeah. It's been a pretty confusing day. At least, I think it's only been a day, but it's a little hard to keep track of time when you're, y'know, time-travelling.
Anyway, the Doctor's explained to me why fictional monsters have been attacking London, although I couldn't quite follow the explanation - something about a dimensional rift? He said that it happened in other countries as well; it seems that Griever descended from the sky in America and destroyed the Statue of Liberty. Does anyone know if that's true?
Apparently I was the only person taken on board because I was half-dead from the Malboro attack, the TARDIS had the medical facilities I needed, and, in his own words, 'nobody else was stupid enough to go near that thing'. Hooray.
We're in the seventy-first century at the moment, on an extremely vegetation-filled planet, the name of which I'm not even going to try to pronounce. We're also being pursued by lizardmen, so I may not be able to use this computer for much longer. I just wanted to let you know where I was, and make sure that nobody was hurt by the videogame-monster attacks. I hope you're all okay.
