Doom of the Doctor Who: Regenerations of Evil

by Brool Story Co

This cold night will turn the doctor and his companions into fools and mad men. This will feature The Doctor and Rose, and Francine and the Silurian King.

A/N. Like some of the new episodes of Dr Who and Torchwood, my new fic will include lements of REAL LIFE! BUT ANY APPEARANCE OF ANY CHARACTER EITHER REAL OR… WELL JUST REAL THEN IS ENTIRELY COINTENTIONAL! OR WAS THAT COINCINDENTAL? ANYWAYS, HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS BETCHEEZ, ITS ABOUT TO GET WILD!

Prologue:

Part 1:

The Beginning.

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First word begins.

It swa a dark and sternum night. David Cameroon, the then future priminister, was looking down from his thrown room.

"Vring me zat Cunt Nic LEGG!" eh shouted evinly.

Nicholas Legg the fourth, hair of the dukedom of manic masion, was brought in.

"OI! WADYA WANT STRANGER?" Legg demanded.

Suddenly, from out of the shadows, a presence emerged. It was cloaked in darkness, and eminemenated an aura of pure evil. it swa… MICAHAEL HOWARD!

"My lord Legg," the vampire cunt began, "it would most greatly sooteth my monseigneur Dave Cameleon if you would bringeth your forces of good into an alliance iwht our Army of Darkness.

"Bring my useless cunts into an alliance with your evil cunts?" Legg ejactulated angerily. "WHY ON ERTH WOULD I DO SUCHJ A TING?"

"You shall do so," said the creature of the night, flourishing a small sphere from his could black soul evelly, "BECAUSE I AM HOLDING A THERMAL DETONATER!"

"!" exploded Cleggmeister. He collapsed to his knees, sobbing into his hands, muttering "I LOVE MY WIFE SOOOOOO MCUH!"Finally he stood up, and locked his gaze with the uptul now silence Camerown. "Dango Camerett, even though u haves a teherrmal datanatar, I still will not join your cuntalition!"

"Und why is dat?" Assed Cammeister.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE AN HEADCRAB ZOMBIE!""" yelled Cleeg.

"YES!" yodelled the vampire cunt. "Und once I bight you, you vill be uswell!" All seemed lost. Howard the magic vampire was advancing towards het legless Glegg (lol this is a joke cos Clegg has leg innit/) Legg looked on with terror. If Cameroon turned him into a mindless drone like the rest of his vampryic cunts, all would be lost.

SUDDENLY a figure burst in through the large stained glass window that G-man Legg was standing next to for dramatic porpoises. The dark and stormy night brough rain into the room through the hole while the figure karate kicked Micahael Howard IN THE PENIS!

Et was… Anne Widecombe!