This is my interpretation of Joe Dredd, without his helmet. And a chainsword instead of a stun baton. Silly really, because Dredd never takes his helmet off.Plus this is a sergeant, who should be setting an example to his men on battlefield protection and the use of headgear.
It wasn't until I went to basecoat the models that I noticed I'd modelled the sergeant's body on the wrong legs. So now one of the troopers had 2 helmets, one clipped to his belt and one on his bonce. What a schoolboy error.
Normally, I would berate myself harshly and immediately begin dismantling the offending models. Usually with a craft knife. Then spend another 10 hours undoing the damage whilst I tried to reassemble them correctly. Slipping into an OCD loop of self loathing and failing to notice that I could have just swapped the heads back. They weren't even glued when I discovered this obvious blunder. I could have just put the damn Sergeant's head on the damn Sergeant's bike and have done with it.
It wouldn't be difficult to prise the heads off now and swap them. I'm not going to do it though. The enraged, almost psychotic look on his face coupled with the mohican absolutely belongs on the bike plunging into the Ripper swarm in my humble opinion. His subordinate has obviously been designated 'Helmet Carrier'. That poor, long suffering marine just follows his Sergeant around into battle desperately waving the forgotten helmet.
'Don't forget your... oh ffs!'
The Genestealer model turned out alright and I spent an enjoyable couple of hours creating blood effects with cat hair and Blood for the Blood God. I was a bit more ambitious with it this time compared to Sawberus. Obviously, there's less blood, but there's more cat hair, which is the tricky part.
The sergeant is still my favourite though and seemed deliberately built to slot into that Forgeworld Ripper base. It's almost like a Meat Loaf album cover. He was also much easier to assemble and paint and I'm pretty pleased with his eyes.
I struggled with the eyes again at first. I thought my fine motor skills were beginning to deteriorate. A chilling thought. Then I realised that I was just going even more blind than usual. So it's my eyes that are deteriorating. Fortunately we live in the modern age and a 10 dollar pair of super-strength reading glasses came to the rescue. When worn over the top of my other reading glasses I can count the individual whorls of my fingerprints. It was something of a revelation and I think I need to go to the opticians.