
Thankfully, within the week I'd recruited Mr.
For a tiny anecdote, we've never missed an update, but the first time
Anyway, enough of this. I'd like to shout out and thank you to
To quote the sage himself, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.
And I've had a blast.
I have to say (due to contractual obligations) that it's been an interesting experience writing this comic, and watching my approach to it develop from just saying something mildly depressing to usually having a joke of some sort. If I had to do it all again, the only thing I would change is that I'd probably make the alt-texts the dialogue for the comic, and put the actual dialogue in a pit of some kind. Other than that I'm fine.
But it's you, the Viewing Audience, that really inspired us to keep making the comic and also develop a habit of paranoically double-checking every fact on Wikipedia. Thanks for all your fantastic comments, they honestly did make it all worthwhile and some of you had funny icons. Some of them were funnier than the comics. I'm slightly bitter about that. I know that, much of the time, we didn't reply nearly enough, but we did read everything you said, or if you posted on really old entries we'll read it eventually; either way, if you did have any important (or completely irrelevant) questions or anything that went unanswered at the time, then post it on this entry and we'll make sure to respond.
Anyway, now I'm done acting all Final, I'm going to be contradictory and tell you that, while this comic is finished, it doesn't mark the end of us producing Doctor Who-related rubbish, especially given how many people out there seem to enjoy it. Beginning January 24th we'll be starting a new project called A Journal of Improbable Things, a big ol' Who-related repository of mostly comics but also pretty much anything else relevant we feel like making. We personally guarantee each entry will be twice as much fun as the average Worst of the Time Lords comic, though it'll only be updating once or twice a week so on average you'll be having slightly less fun. We're sorry. We're so sorry.
A Journal of Improbable Things will be located over at
As for the worst of the Time Lords... maybe he'll show up again sometime. Who can really say with one so inscrutable and frankly irrational? But until then, whenever you look up at the stars, just remember that he's out there somewhere, moping over some chick he picked up off the street.