Good afternoon space cadets.
Last night I was in the mood for a little hobby and I’m not referring to bonsai trees or dwarf throwing. What I mean is I didn’t want to go crazy building things or get stuck into any hardcore painting. So I decided to do some touch up work on some Adeptus models I put together a while back.
It was quite fun but all I really did is highlight some metal and red sections of the models, give them all a dirty white painted face, a bit of blood spatter and then some white pigment on their bases.
Photographing them today got me thinking about a Dark Mechanicus Project I’d thought about doing some time ago.
So now that flame has been re-lit.
Heres are the first lot of minis for the old/new project. I’ll also be bringing in other models/characters you’ve seen before and, of course, building completely new ones. The plan is to blend together Necron, Adeptus Mechanicus and even a bit of nurgle to create a very dark looking War Band.
Im very much enjoying my Gypsy project though so have no fear, that will be taking priority.
For the time being though I hope you like what I have on offer for you today.
ZY3 – 400012
ZX18 – 372007
ZX002 – 002363
ZX44 – 180255
With names like that I can imagine roll call would be an absolute nightmare.
I remember a bloody awful teacher I had in year 11 who, in the very first lesson for the year, called the roll and said my name as Lucas. Me being a somewhat self righteous little prick didn’t answer yes. Why? Lucas isn’t my bleeding name that’s why. It’s LUKE! She stared at me over her glasses and repeated… Lucas?
I, very theatrically, looked behind me and around the room and said, “I think Lucas must be sick today Miss.” This pleases her no end and she marched me off to the principals office. Now the principal and I had an interesting relationship. He knew I wasn’t stupid but he also knew I was a clown. The teacher ranted about how I had refused to answer my name in roll call and that this was a very bad start to the year and bla bla bla. The principal asked me why I had refused to answer my name and I told him my name was Luke and not Lucas. The teacher, Red in the face by now, said Luke is short for Lucas. I still don’t believe this is quite right and said my name is Luke and it says so on my birth certificate. Then both teacher and I looked at the principal. He sighed and said, “His name is Luke now go back to class.” YES!!!! A small win but a win all the same. Needless to say that was the start of a beautiful relationship between me and the lovely English teacher.
Lucas… Errrr Luke….. Errrrrr IRO