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07:13, 18th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Traveller's In A Non-Euclidean Box

I am looking for a maximum of 3 FEMALE characters. Submissions will stay open long enough for me to select my favorite characters.

This game is an ADULT game set in the Doctor Who Universe. It is going to have darker elements than the TV series. There are some differences from the current series. It may contain erotic content, though that is not the main purpose of the game.

It does NOT have cannon characters. You won't be meeting The Doctor, The Master or anyone else, although they may be mentioned in-game.

The Timelord is Male and WILL STAY that way. Although he may regenerate in-game.

The Timelord is GM controlled. PCs will be his assistants.

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Prologue

Starlight Movie Theater, Little Warrington, Devon, 1965

This was the last room and the right one. He was sure of that. The lock was proving difficult by the fact that it had partly melted but Colin was nothing if not persistent. Half an hour with a hammer and chisel finally broke open the door revealing the projection room within, mercifully undamaged by the original fire. He shone his torch on the projector and grinned when he saw the film was still placed on the spindles.

There it was, the last film to be produced by the great if unfortunately obscure Dr. Klaus Ubermann. The first and only experimental film of its kind. It had survived a fire and a world war. He stared at it in reverence. It's monetary value would be sadly quite low considering how rather unknown Dr. Ubermann had been. To a collector like Colin, however, it was priceless.

He carried the small battery over to the projector and wired it up. The electricity had not been reconnected since the renovation work had been abandoned in the late thirties, so he had to provide his own power. Of course, he could have waited until he got the film home but the idea of seeing it here in the Starlight was far too good a prospect to ignore. If he'd have had more foresight he'd even have dressed for the occasion in a single-breasted jacket complete with pin-stripe shirt and dickie bow. He carefully powered up the projector and to his delight it sprung to life, it's light shining through the dusty air and onto the mildly cracked screen of the auditorium opposite.

As he watched he imagined what it would have been like. The anticipation of the audience. The grand piano springing to life as the musician performed a suitably frantic score to accompany the opening credits.

The light from the screen reflected on his smiling face as he watched the movie. The features changed from one of excitement to confusion. He leaned forwards. His face changed to one of concern. He squinted. Then he started, backed up. Screamed.

The scream gave way to complete silence. The projector continued to play its film to the end and remained switched on until it had drained the entire battery.