Shrine of the Manufactork 2

Crane added to the Manufactork as per client instructions:

building a grimdark tomorrow

Shrine of the Manufactork

I've been working on the looted Ork manufactorum.  Chris instructed me to add a crane and a skyshield landing pad to the structure.  So I decided to put some doors on it.  Some big ass doors which can open and close and have a working lock mechanism.  I never was very good at taking instructions.

Shrine of the Aquila.  Not.

Bowed but not broken

The Aliens Power Loader, sorry, Dreadknight customisation continues apace.  Its mostly blu-tacked together but I'm fairly happy with the positioning.  The legs were by far the most interesting part.  

His toes had surgery too

Katyusha Lootas

All the boring bits are already done.  I just need to accessorise and Orkify

As usual, I was complaining to my fellow gamer Chris about Nids the other day.  

For shame!

I play Grey Knights. There, I said it.  To my eternal shame I play the Daemon Hunters.  I play them for all the wrong reasons too.  

Psycannons for everyone!  I freely admit, I have a problem.

Freudian nightmares

The Games Workshop model for the Biovore is someone's idea of a joke.  Its got to be.  Lets ignore for the moment the stupid grin and 1980's fashion gauntlets.  These guys have enormous, veiny dicks complete with eyes, growing out of their back. And if you look closely, its actually meat and two veg. The pair of testicles hanging over their head is what really clinches it for me:

This fellow is actually teabagging himself.  And smiling about it.

Call To Arms - Day 2 (pushing your luck)

I found you an Eldar.  But I eated it.

Day 2 dawned bright and early. Having achieved a form of consciousness via the judicious application of coffee and cigarettes, I discovered that my first opponent was Kent.  

Call To Arms - Day 1 (the long dark teatime of the soul)

After a night of frantic basing and 'slap a wash on it and hope no one notices' frolics, I arrived at Call To Arms 2013, slightly disheveled.  Suffering both sleep and nicotine deprivation I was thrown into my first game.

Forward Eorlingas!

Anticlimax

Late posting because I finally realised that I wasn't going to be finished in time for the tournament and so I stopped procrastinating on this idiotic blog, knuckled down and got on with it.  

Hive Fleet.. something or other.  Screw you, I like the colour scheme.

Tervigon poop

The last of my monstrous creatures for the army list is now painted.  I chose the Tervigon behind door number 2:  Gertie:

Tilly, Gertie and Tubbs.   These 3 lovely ladies promise you a frighteningly good time.  And they'll have your babies.

Modelling for Advantage. The Swarmlord.

I stopped dicking around and declared The Swarmlord finished.  Its the only model I have finished painting in my proposed list for Call To Arms.  This is slightly worrying since the tournament is in 6 days.  To be fair, all of the army list is at least 80% done.  The trouble is that the remaining 20% is mostly boring shit like edge highlighting and basing which I really don't want to do.  Swarmy started out life as a Flyrant conversion:

I was going through a particularly bad phase of acid flashbacks when I painted this.

 

Death from below (occasionally)

Mawloc conversion complete. A bit of an under performer, but I love the model.  Once you explain to your opponents that this subterranean killer can deliberately deep strike underneath the enemy for strength 6 damage, you might see a flicker of anxiety cross their face.  

Terminalgaunt

Well that was worse than I thought it would be.  About 15 hours to paint stripey Termagaunts.  It took me all weekend and most of Monday night.  Granted there were long periods of weeping, hysteria and staring vacantly into space humming to myself.  

Do they look the same as the original paint job?  Was it worth 15 hours?  Huh? Huh?!

kekekeke

I don't play Starcraft. Actually, I do fire up the game every now and again and push buttons, but any self respecting Starcraft gamer would not call this 'playing'.  So this post isn't named particularly well.  I do have nice horde of gribblies shaping up though:

Where's Wally?

Pointless Goals

Well I thought I only set unrealistic and/or pointless goals at work, but it seems to be a worrying trait in other areas now.  Having decided to repaint all my termagants, I clumped them all together and took a picture:

We Represent The Lullaby League