Showing posts with label Ice Warriors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ice Warriors. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 March 2013

Lost in the Time Vortex


New Trailer

 

It’s been a long time. I got lost in the time vortex. The TARDIS brought me home. Or maybe it was a new job that just sucked up all my time. One or the other...

Anyhow, it’s nearly Easter. Time for chocolate eggs and frisky bunnies and hopefully a bit of sun in rainy old England. Oh, and it’s nearly time for Doctor Who!

The Series Seven Part Two trailer was broadcast on BBC One last night. If you click on this link, you can view its majesty with your own two eyes. In the meantime, here are some screengrabs for you to feast upon.













 

 

Ice Warrior!
Scary abandoned funfair!
A living planet!
Mummy-thing!
Ice Warrior!!
New Cybermen, with a new creepier design!
Clara in a pretty dress!
The Doctor in a space-suit!
Ice Warrior!!!
Freaky top hat monsters!
Freaky Silence thing!
The Doctor climbing into the time vortex!
Ice Warrior!!!!

And so many questions to answer. Hold onto your hats (unless you’re a freaky top hat monster), the ride’s just about to start!
Doctor Who returns on Saturday 30th March with The Bells of St John by Steven Moffat.

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Carnival of Monsters: The Enormous-Headed Ice Warrior


Carnival of Monsters

Number Two: The Enormous-Headed Ice Warrior



The Ice Warriors are one of the best-looking monsters from the original series. They look hard enough to actually do you some real damage, assuming they could lumber fast enough to catch you. I like to imagine that they are capable of a stunning turn of speed, like a crocodile, and if they caught you they would tear off your head and suck out your spine. And make your wife and children watch.


If a legion of Ice Warriors attacked your weather base on the moon, you’d be rushing off to change your underwear before the battle even started. They’re organised, well-drilled and their wibbly-wobbly mirror guns probably leave a nasty mark. The fact they have the word Warrior in their name signals tough times ahead. However, if this fellow led the assault, then that fearsome reputation would shatter like, erm, ice (Sorry...).





What happened to him? What tragic T-Mat accident made his head swell to twice its normal size? Did he accidentally shoot himself with his own wibbly-wobbly gun? It’s brave of him to carry on despite his terrible affliction, but surely the other Ice Warriors make little hissing sounds of laughter when he’s not around.