An ode to the Ood

Something I wrote a couple years ago. Enjoy.


An Ode to The Ood


When the Doctor, Donna, and the tardis three

Stepped out for their next adventure spree

How little did they see, and how little did they know

As they excitedly stepped into the alien snow.

But, “This isn’t right, this isn’t fair”

Said the one with the locks of ginger hair

“I expected tropical, I expected nice”

“Not a world that is frigid, and covered in ice.”

Lo, this is how it is and how it will be

For the Doctor, Donna, and the Tardis three.

For the Tardis takes you where you need to go

And today it’s adventures in alien snow!

Hijinks will ensue as they get on their way

And find the morally reprehensible evil of the day.

“Oh look, there’s an ood,” The doctor exclaimed

“We should comfort it’s soul as it passes away.”

“Oh snap! It’s gone red, with its eyes full of hate”

“I think now it wants to exx-terminate!”

Vexed at the state of the prenasal tentacles

Donna attempts to make sense of the spectacle

“What is it?” she asks, “what can this thing be?”

The Doctor then states, “It’s not an it, it’s a HE.”

“It’s an Ood, for the record, not unlike you and me.”

“A race used as slaves, by humans, you see”

“But now he’s passed on, named delta fifty”

“And the evil that killed him is this way, Allons-y!”

And so begins a new quest, of things impossible that can’t be

With the Doctor, Donna, and the Tardis three.

As they run through the hills, all covered in snow

They head towards a building that sits there below.

Inside is an evil, that’s a big, ugly git

But not like the evil from the satan pit

This one’s more pernicious, like a sickly disease

An illness of the soul, all driven by greed

The Ood speak of the circle, and wish it were broken

For then they can sing, and be more outspoken

The big ugly git thinks he’ll shut it all down

By killing the brain, and removing their crown

But Ood Sigma is tricky, and is one step ahead

A hair tonic to change him, he’s been fed instead.

Now the greedy, bald man, becomes what he hated

And to the collective of Ood, has been subjugated.

The Doctor and Donna, played a pivotal role

In resurrecting Ood song, in psychic musical scroll.

“We’ll sing of you forever, for setting us free”

Said Ood Sigma of now “The Doctor-Donna”, and the Tardis three.

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OH HEY LOOK I FINALLY DECIDED TO GIVE AWAY SOME STUFF.

So why am I doing this? My main reason is that I now have +15k followers (wow) and even though I still dunno how that happened, I figured it was high time to do a giveaway. Also in September I will be coming up on my 2 year anniversary of being here on tumblr so I figured I should celebrate some how. 

There will be 3 Winners (yay)

FIRST PLACE WINNER PERSON (?)

  1. A set of 14 Doctor Who, Doctor Titan Vinyl Figurines (yes you will get 2 Nines and 2 Elevens)
  2. A crocheted amigurumi Adipose
  3. A crocheted aimigurmi Ood

SECOND & THIRD PLACE WINNER PEOPLES

  1. A choice of 1 Doctor Who, Doctor Titan Vinyl Figure
  2. A choice of either a crocheted amigurumi Adipose or Ood

Rules:

  1. mbf me (I will be checking!)
  2. Reblogs and likes count as entry and you can reblog as many times as you wish.
  3. I will ship anywhere so it doesn’t matter where you live just as long as you’re comfortable giving me your address.
  4. This will start today (August 14) and end on my birthday (September 19th)
  5. Winner will be picked through a randomizer to make things fair.
  6. Make sure to keep your ask box open. If you don’t respond within 48 hours I will pick another winner. 

Good luck! And may the Oods be ever in your favor!

“I’m the Dood. So that’s what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Doodeness, or uh, Dooder, or El Dooderino if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.”

Meet The Dood: He’s 50% lazy, time-wasting slacker, 50% tentacular, gestalt telepathic humanoid alien, 100% awesome cosplay mashup of The Big Lebowski and Doctor Who. As the Ood version of The Dude, he’s even carrying his trademark white russian, but it’s one that doubles as a translation sphere.

“The Dood abides. I don’t know about you but I take comfort in that. It’s good knowin’ he’s out there. The Dood. Takin’ ‘er easy for all us sinners.”

Photo by Phil Vanelli

[via io9]

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Hold on. Better lock the TARDIS. See, like a car. I locked it like a car. Like… It’s funny. No? Little bit. Blimey, try to make an Ood laugh.