Needless to say, no wargaming has happened and hardly any painting. The paint has been drying on the brush before you can get it on the model and I daren't stick a daylight bulb on to see what I'm doing in case I melt into a puddle of goo. Luckily the office has just finished installing brand new air conditioning which is so delightfully cold that some people were cancelling leave and others were putting on layers as they entered the office. Oh, there is no greater sin than cold conditioned air. As you may know, the Illustrious Opponent has just moved in to his new property and has yet to work out how to have hot water come out of his taps without having the heating on throughout the house. Definitely means no wargaming for the moment!
I have managed to get some hobby work in though. I have finished my Bad Squiddo resin terrain.
I have managed to get some hobby work in though. I have finished my Bad Squiddo resin terrain.
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| Medieval kids from Hasslefree Miniatures. Also, see if you can spot the Squiddo Peeg! |
Love these two sets, I will definitely be grabbing some more stuff next month at Colours wargame show next month. They take paint really well and the detail is amazing. One set is treasure chests, some open, some closed. Some of them are locked tight with chains. The other set is various piles of treasure, (far too many to put out in one go for your standard D&D party.) and a throne with suitable skeleton perched upon it. Don't let my terrible paint work put you off, they really are lovely casts. Full of lots of lovely detail.
I messaged the Illustrious Opponent at the start of August, to remind him that we now have 13 months left until Colours 2020. So, if we want to get a demonstration game ready for that deadline, time is ticking. So, I don't normally approve of "work in progress" shots (I am of the opinion people use it an excuse for their painting standard, look we aren't all Golden Demon winners, its okay!) but here is evidence that I have started the Prussians:
I messaged the Illustrious Opponent at the start of August, to remind him that we now have 13 months left until Colours 2020. So, if we want to get a demonstration game ready for that deadline, time is ticking. So, I don't normally approve of "work in progress" shots (I am of the opinion people use it an excuse for their painting standard, look we aren't all Golden Demon winners, its okay!) but here is evidence that I have started the Prussians:
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| Perry Miniatures Prussian Hussars |
I am being firm with myself and I am going to reward myself with one character model per group. If I finish these, I can then paint Von Blucher. This is definitely a less intimidating start than the massive stack of sprues of infantry in a box under the dining table. (Maybe we should be aiming for September 2021?)
Finally for the blog I'm going to try something new, a bit of flavour text, yep, some creative writing. (I heard that groan at the back.) I've been trying exercise my writing muscles and this weekend the Illustrious Opponent is hosting an RPG day set in a post WW2 Pulp Sci Fi style. He asked if I would briefly describe who my character would be and of course in true self indulgent style I took it multiple steps further. I immediately jumped on ebay to buy myself a suitable model and wrote myself a full backstory.......
"Gott Verdammt!" muttered Lieberwitz as he yanked the power lead.
There was a sudden banging on the loft apartment. The knocking on the steel door echoed around the apartment, Lieberwitz almost fell off his stool with the shock at the sudden interruption. Answering the door, he came face to face with a tall craggy stranger with a scar down one side of his face. Despite the the heat of the summer, he was dressed in a long coat and hat, the hat low down, making a deep shadow hiding his eyes. A brief nod downwards, he persuaded the doctor to look down and notice the Luger pointing right at him.
"I guess you better come in then." said the Doctor, stepping aside to allow the stranger to enter the apartment.
"A wise choice, Herr Doctor." The Stranger slid the steel door behind him, keeping his eyes on the Doctor, gun still aimed. "I've come to take you home."
"What if I don't want to go home."
"The Fuhrer is quite insistent. I'm afraid you have no choice." The Stranger had now begun to pay attention to Lieberwitz's workbench and was fiddling with a bunson burner, "We can't have a man of your talents running around loose in the United States, we need you to come home and help with the war effort."
"From the rumours I have heard, it can be dangerous back home for someone of my origins."
"Exceptions can be made for someone with your talents."
The Doctor glanced at the glass hexagon equipment he had been working on, "Believe me, I am not that talented."
The Stranger followed Lieberwitz's eyeline and noticed the equipment. "What have we been working on here then?"
"It doesn't work." the Doctor replied, unable to hide his disappointment, despite the high stress of the situation.
At that moment a brown blur of movement leapt up from behind the bench. The Doctor's two dogs, Abbott and Costello both leapt over the furniture, snarling and biting at the Stranger. A single shot from the Luger and Costello was hit and brought down, but the Stranger was not quick enough to stop both dogs. Abbott's jaws clamped down on his arm holding the gun, snapping the radius and ulna bones in his forearm, the gun clattered to the floor. A couple more bites and the Stranger was no longer a threat to the Doctor. He was now on the floor with Abbott on top of him, growling, teeth sinking into the jugular in his neck. Despite his injuries he managed still to speak.
"Is that gas I can smell, Herr Doctor?"
"Abbott, Fuss!" shouted the Doctor, and Lieberwitz and his dog ran to the door of the apartment. They ran down the stairs and out of the building and out into the street. Upstairs somehow the Stranger managed to retrieve a lighter from a pocket with his remaining working hand. A spark from the lighter and the entire top floor of the building exploded.
"Down in the street Liberwitz sat on the kerb, Abbott sat next to him panting, looking around on guard, looking out for his master. Lieberwitz patted him affectionately. A moment later, Costello padded up next to them, looking slightly worse for wear. The explosion had removed all his living dog tissue leaving just the dog shaped endoskeleton. He sat down next to the Doctor on the other side and adopted a similar guard position.
Upstairs in the apartment a tiny green hexagon appeared floating in mid air in the middle of the room. It grew larger, then larger until it was six foot in diameter. In the middle the same warehouse background. A figure appeared in the background, a German Soldier in a grey uniform. At first he looked tentively at the portal, poked his rifle through first, then stepped through the portal into the apartment.
Finally for the blog I'm going to try something new, a bit of flavour text, yep, some creative writing. (I heard that groan at the back.) I've been trying exercise my writing muscles and this weekend the Illustrious Opponent is hosting an RPG day set in a post WW2 Pulp Sci Fi style. He asked if I would briefly describe who my character would be and of course in true self indulgent style I took it multiple steps further. I immediately jumped on ebay to buy myself a suitable model and wrote myself a full backstory.......
Doctor Hans Lieberwitz, scientist, tinkerer, conscientious objector scraped the contents of the tins of dogfood into the bowls.
"Abbott! Costello! Supper!" He called out and two Great Dane's came leaping into view in his makeshift workshop, their paws skittering on the smooth surface of the floor. The sharp turns they needed to make to avoid the workbench meaning both dogs slid sideways like racing cars making handbrake turns.
The two hounds were fully engrossed in
their meals so the Doctor returned to his workbench. Held upright by
multiple clamps and connected to various copper wires in the middle of
the bench was what looked like a glass hexagon. Lieberwitz carefully
applied a thin almost translucent layer of gel to one side of the
hexagon from a jar labelled as radioactive material. He carefully
manuevered a another set of apparatus in front and connected it to to crocodile clips attached to coiled power cables. Bringing his head down level with the equipment, he lined up the two items. The Doctor flicked a switch and power lit up both apparatus. A thin green beam of light shot from the second device into the hexagon and it began to glow. A larger beam shot from the glass out into the centre of the room, forming a floating glowing hexagon in the middle of the room. The shape grew larger until it was almost six foot in diameter. The edge was the same glowing green, but internally a window was forming to another room, the inside of a old warehouse. A grin began to form on Lieberwitz's face. Then suddenly, a brief flicker, a puff of smoke from the apparatus and the portal dissappeared."Abbott! Costello! Supper!" He called out and two Great Dane's came leaping into view in his makeshift workshop, their paws skittering on the smooth surface of the floor. The sharp turns they needed to make to avoid the workbench meaning both dogs slid sideways like racing cars making handbrake turns.
"Gott Verdammt!" muttered Lieberwitz as he yanked the power lead.
There was a sudden banging on the loft apartment. The knocking on the steel door echoed around the apartment, Lieberwitz almost fell off his stool with the shock at the sudden interruption. Answering the door, he came face to face with a tall craggy stranger with a scar down one side of his face. Despite the the heat of the summer, he was dressed in a long coat and hat, the hat low down, making a deep shadow hiding his eyes. A brief nod downwards, he persuaded the doctor to look down and notice the Luger pointing right at him.
"I guess you better come in then." said the Doctor, stepping aside to allow the stranger to enter the apartment.
"A wise choice, Herr Doctor." The Stranger slid the steel door behind him, keeping his eyes on the Doctor, gun still aimed. "I've come to take you home."
"What if I don't want to go home."
"The Fuhrer is quite insistent. I'm afraid you have no choice." The Stranger had now begun to pay attention to Lieberwitz's workbench and was fiddling with a bunson burner, "We can't have a man of your talents running around loose in the United States, we need you to come home and help with the war effort."
"From the rumours I have heard, it can be dangerous back home for someone of my origins."
"Exceptions can be made for someone with your talents."
The Doctor glanced at the glass hexagon equipment he had been working on, "Believe me, I am not that talented."
The Stranger followed Lieberwitz's eyeline and noticed the equipment. "What have we been working on here then?"
"It doesn't work." the Doctor replied, unable to hide his disappointment, despite the high stress of the situation.
At that moment a brown blur of movement leapt up from behind the bench. The Doctor's two dogs, Abbott and Costello both leapt over the furniture, snarling and biting at the Stranger. A single shot from the Luger and Costello was hit and brought down, but the Stranger was not quick enough to stop both dogs. Abbott's jaws clamped down on his arm holding the gun, snapping the radius and ulna bones in his forearm, the gun clattered to the floor. A couple more bites and the Stranger was no longer a threat to the Doctor. He was now on the floor with Abbott on top of him, growling, teeth sinking into the jugular in his neck. Despite his injuries he managed still to speak.
"Is that gas I can smell, Herr Doctor?"
"Abbott, Fuss!" shouted the Doctor, and Lieberwitz and his dog ran to the door of the apartment. They ran down the stairs and out of the building and out into the street. Upstairs somehow the Stranger managed to retrieve a lighter from a pocket with his remaining working hand. A spark from the lighter and the entire top floor of the building exploded.
"Down in the street Liberwitz sat on the kerb, Abbott sat next to him panting, looking around on guard, looking out for his master. Lieberwitz patted him affectionately. A moment later, Costello padded up next to them, looking slightly worse for wear. The explosion had removed all his living dog tissue leaving just the dog shaped endoskeleton. He sat down next to the Doctor on the other side and adopted a similar guard position.
Upstairs in the apartment a tiny green hexagon appeared floating in mid air in the middle of the room. It grew larger, then larger until it was six foot in diameter. In the middle the same warehouse background. A figure appeared in the background, a German Soldier in a grey uniform. At first he looked tentively at the portal, poked his rifle through first, then stepped through the portal into the apartment.
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| "Hamlet" from Hasslefree miniatures, Reaper miniatures Mad Scientist, WIld West Exodus Attack Dog |
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