Snowmen! is the second level of Bigger on the Inside Chapter 1.
Allies[]
The player is given a pre-set team of characters that may have different powers, colors, and cooldowns than normal.
| Name | Gem Color | Ability | Cooldown |
|---|---|---|---|
| The First Doctor | Blue/Yellow | Select a gem to turn that color to blue. | 30 combos |
| Drop 12 Blue gems after eliminated. | 50 combos | ||
| Porridge | Black/Blue | Set a bomb and deal 80000 damage to target enemy after 5 turns. | 7 turns |
| Jack Harkness | Yellow/Yellow | Stun target enemy for 2 turns. | 9 turns |
| Total HP: 16300 | |||
Enemies[]
The enemies for this level are Snowmen and the Ice Governess. This level contains cracks in time.
| Enemy | Gem color | HP | Defence | Attack / cooldown | Power / cooldown | ||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
 
Pixelated Snowman 1 / 2 / 3 |
Blue | 0 | 1500 | 1 | Chill blood: Weaken pink gems | 1 | |
| Blue | 0 | 1500 | 1 | Snowblind: Blind | 1 | ||
| Blue | 0 | 1500 | 1 | Fresh snowfall: Heal | 1 | ||
 
Pixelated Ice Governess |
Black | 2 | — | ||||
Waves[]
| Wave | Enemies | |||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Pixelated Snowman 1 | Pixelated Snowman 1 | ||||||
| 2 | Pixelated Snowman 2 | Pixelated Snowman 2 | ||||||
| 3 | Pixelated Snowman 3 | Pixelated Snowman 3 | ||||||
| 4 | Pixelated Snowman 1 | Pixelated Ice Governess | Pixelated Snowman 3 | |||||
Dialogue[]
After Wave 1[]
First Doctor: Something is controlling these creatures. Some kind of...intelligence.
Jack Harkness: Whatever it is, I think I'd rather go back to fighting the Cybermen. These things are giving me the chills.
Outro[]
First Doctor: Whatever has seized control of the ship is turning her defense mechanisms against us. It's the only explanation.
Jack Harkness: Either that, or she's feeling mighty jealous of your new travelling companions.
First Doctor: I beg your pardon, young man!
Porridge: The storm is getting worse. It's as if the snow is trying to drive us back.
First Doctor: Yes, but from what? Hmmm. Perhaps the defense mechanisms are still working, after all. What if all of this was a ploy, trying to divert us from the real danger?
Porridge: And what's the real danger?
Jack Harkness: Up there!
First Doctor: Reapers! Oh this is quite terrible. Quite terrible. Time must be fracturing, unravelling all around us as the ship tries to contend with the virus.
Jack Harkness: And the Reapers can smell blood! Get down!