‘Doctor Who’s Day Roundup: Master Who

Welcome to this week’s Doctor Who’s Day roundup, a huge spiraling black hole drawing in a week’s worth of quality fandom and creativity from social media and the internet.

And we begin this week with a spot of role reversal. The question has been asked, what would the Doctor Who credits look like if it was a show about the Master instead?

And specifically, what would the stories “The Keeper of Traken” and “Logopolis” look like? This is the answer:

Doctor Who: What If the Master was the Lead Character? (The Keeper of Traken and Logopolis) from Merganman4 on Vimeo.

This is kind of worrying too:


Here’s what else has been going on in space and time this week!

• John Bishop has a few tiny, spoiler-free details about his role in the new season:

• This needs to be made into a proper, feature-length fanime cartoon:


• And this, come to that:


• Twelve is still not getting the hang of hugs:


• After a certain ABBA-related announcement in the week, this appeared:


• “Fury From the Deep” presented in fan-art form:


• The Sixth Doctor does battle with the Eleven, a Time Lord with multiple personalities:

• And Eight’s audio battle with the Cybermen has been given a fan-made cover:


• Who’s afraid?


• And even more Rose:


• The Eighth Doctor gets his own opening titles:

• Guilty as charged:


• Also, if they open their fingers a little, does that make them Peeping Angels?


• The Second Doctor adventure “The Macra Terror” has been animated – South Park style – from the original audio:

• London Underground prepares for a sudden arrival:


• River Song in all of her glory:


• Putting the original Who theme under this mashup of opening title sequences, including all 13 Doctors, just serves to prove how unnerving a piece of music it is:

• Oh and look, this serves to preserve that lineage too:


• Teatime for Twelve:


• A new Pivot Doctor Who adventure begins:

• Master 1, Doctor 7:


• Ten, ready for action:


• … paintball action, that is:


• And to finish this week, why not wallow in a whole HOUR of Clara Oswald’s finest moments? It’s not so much a supercut as a soufflécut: