Monday, 30 March 2015

softly, softly catchee monkey

Work progresses painfully slowly.  I've only managed to lengthen the tentacles and slap some more green/greystuff on in an entire week.  I have many hours of sanding ahead of me which is giving me the fear.   In a fit of pre-Christmas spoiled brat pique, I decided to open my present early and blu-tacced various missing bits on.  Then I balanced the pod, teetering against my brushes mug and took some pictures.



If this gets finished in a month I'll count myself lucky.  I may have to go and immerse myself in Skyrim again afterwards and I'm already sick of the sight of eggs.  Actually, we have a brand new Playstation 4 in our house which I am 40% owner of. My kids unbelievably managed to save up 80% of a PS4 in pocket money.  This amount combined with my own contribution adds up to more than 100% and I was originally only supposed to make up the final fifth.  However, in their unbridled excitement at our imminent purchase, both my sons forgot to mention that we would have to get an extra controller and 2 must-own blockbuster titles.  So I ended up paying more. But thats ok because we now have 'The Last Of Us' which is a great game so far.  If only I could finish my model and tear the kids (bellowing and screaming) away from the console for long enough, I could lose myself in the zombie apocalypse for a wee while.


Sunday, 22 March 2015

Like... eggs or something

This is driving me nuts.  I'm on my 3rd iteration of the gas sacs, the tongue doesn't fit and I've forgotten how many times I had to re-position the Carnifex.  Its like doing a horrendous 3D jigsaw puzzle.  Except the pieces come from 3 different puzzles, you have to melt some of them to get them to fit and the last few must be placed whilst blindfolded.


I'm long past the stage of enjoyment and only obstinate nerd rage is keeping me going.  If I hadn't started blogging about it, I probably would have given up by now.  Ah, I need to stop fussing and go to bed before I break the damn thing or accidentally chop the end of my finger off.  I managed to stab myself in the leg last year with a scalpel whilst cutting through a particularly frustrating conversion.  I was able to tape the wound closed but it probably could have done with a stitch and I ruined a perfectly good pair of jeans.  Don't want a repeat performance this evening.

Monday, 16 March 2015

Anatomy of a Drop Pod

Well, this is turning into a labour of love.  I'm almost sorry I started, but the finished results will hopefully be worth it.  I wanted to model the inside of a Tyrannocyte complete with sleeping Carnifex.  This was to be my homage to Da Vinci's 'In Utero'.  My plucky defiance of the naysayers who hate the model, reckon its too fiddly to build and call it 'the floating pineapple'.


I may have bitten off more than I can chew.  Of course, it has to be a working model which I can use in games as well as a gravid Tyranid pod inspired by the Renaissance artist's drawings.  It quickly became clear that I wasn't going to get the carapace arms to open and close on this one.  There just isn't enough room in the damn thing.  The 'arms' are all going to be glued in place and it will be a tight fit.  Hopefully, the way they are supposed to open and close is fairly clear to the observer but I've had to literally cut corners in order to squeeze all the contents in.  


I'm trying out Privateer Press's Brown/Alumininum putty as well as Green Stuff and Grey Stuff.  Its pretty good and you can shape very fine detail, but its not as easy to work with as the other two. i.e. its very, very sticky when mixed in equal parts.

This pod has only got 12 magnets in it so far but there will be more.  Oh yes, by God this is going to be my 'magnet opus' I tell you!  It just about closes with the Carnifex inside but I haven't finished fleshing out the bottom yet so I'm going to have to be very careful with the next stage.

Sunday, 8 March 2015

Painting the inside of Stormravens

Back in my home town, they used say that people who didn't want to come off the dole would write their job description as "Painter, Cupboards, Inside of".  The idea being that their skill set was such a complete waste of time that no one would ever employ them.


It was obviously meant to be a joke but I've met SM players who paint the inside of their Stormravens. They usually build the kit so that the front ramp opens and closes or the doors come off.  That way you can peek inside and, assuming you can actually see anything, imagine what it would really be like to ride the cargo deck of a Stormraven into battle.  However, even if they were going to glue the doors shut, they insist that they would paint the inside anyway.  It wouldn't be 'right' to leave the interior as bare plastic, they argue.  I used to scoff at this particular brand of obsessive compulsive disorder.  Being a perfectionist isn't all bad but its easier to keep the doors closed and just pretend that you painted them.  If you're really in a hurry to get the model on the tabletop or ready for a tournament then you don't even bother with a pilot and simply spray the canopy blue.  I think this is going a little too far but some gamers don't want to build models, much less paint them  (either that or they don't like the look of the cockpit).  They argue that if its functional and looks decent then its fine for a game of 40k.  This is a perfectly valid argument and makes sense when 'Gaming' is the foundation point of your Hobby/Gaming/Lore triangle.


I, on the other hand have just slipped down another rung on the OCD ladder of pointless activity. My latest bright idea involves chopping up Old One Eye.  I never would have gotten round to painting him anyway (unless! unless GW suddenly gave him killer rules and reduced his points cost!  Then he would be on my painting table faster than you can say, 'oooh, shiny!').  My version of Old One Eye was very uninspiring to be honest.  I tried re-posing him and using different things for the crushing claws but I ended up just using the head that comes with the kit.  So it wasn't particularly heart wrenching to pull (and saw) him apart and start again. If this doesn't work then I can never again complain about GW's prices because I don't appear the value the models anyway.  I could have been a contender! I could have had 4 Carnifexes in my army.  Instead I chose to model one of them curled up, asleep.  Now I've got to make his bed and lie in it.