DOCTOR WHO ADVENTURES!!

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  • Detective threw the creature he was holding away and grabbed both Samantha's and Arthur's hands. "Run!" He instructed, dragging them both down the alley.

  • Detective led them down the alley. He hoped they could outrun the Dorlekai, at least for now. "I'm a madman with a box! You think anyone would trust me with a weapon?" He retorted, turning the corner.

  • I frowned, yelling, "What kind of time traveller doesn't own a gun?!" I screamed as another crab jumped at me, latching onto my leg. "Hey, no!" I shook my leg, growling, "Get off, get off, get off!"

  • The Doctor pulled his sonic out and aimed at the Dorlekai. He pressed the button, trying to get it off of Arthur's leg. "There should be somewhere we can hide... Think Detective think! What don't not like..."

  • I felt it go stiff and fall off, running/limping after them. "God, those claws hurt!" I exclaimed, leaning heavily on my uninjured leg. "And why am I the only one getting hurt here?!"

  • "Because you're blonde," The Detective explained. "And we can't exactly go back to the TARDIS. Not now anyways." He looked around as he lead them out of the alley. "Lets see... Where's the best place to hide during a war while being chased by Dorlekai in 1914?"

  • I said sarcastically, "Oh, how about we ask Google and see what it comes up with? Oh, I know why-- BECAUSE WE'RE IN BLOODY FRICKEN 1914!!!"

  • Detective ignored them as he raced towards a nearby building. "Come on! Quickly!" He hissed, opening the door with his sonic.


    {g2g so don't flood me too much}

  • I followed, slamming the door shut behind us. "Oi, now why are they attacking me, Detective?!" I limped painfully over to a box, seating myself with a grunt of discomfort.

  • I frowned at her. "Is that supposed to be a thick joke? They can't be daft enough to hurt me because of my hair!" I lifted my leg up to elevate it, looking at where the claw had dug into my skin.