Patrol Enforcers and Dystopian Militia

I decided that I needed some “beat cops”, some “thin blue line” for my upcoming games.

Kommandos #1

There is something about orks that makes them well suited to “pasted on” themes.

Give a space marine a sombrero and he will look like he has unresolved emotional issues… but give a space ork a sombrero on the other hand (or even better, on his head) and narrative starts to shoot out of him like fireworks.

And that’s my badly stretched simile driven lead-in to why late 20th century style S.A.S. orks in Martian camouflage that I wasn’t keen on in 1994 are what I like right now.

Shadow War Armageddon

I have been playing a bit of Shadow War: Armageddon recently.

“Gork!” they hollered. “Mork!” they screamed. “Dont fall!” I encouraged.

Oh Hai Cassis

Eldar Outcast L’Oreal Wangst and newly psychically bonded gyrinx Cassis step from the “Free Candy” onto the surface of Imp.Reg: 450-495 “Kyaneos” under the watchful eye of Stern Woorning, a squat of questionable honour.

I painted another tiny space cat.

Im involved in an online RPG with some toy soldier buddies at the moment.  Its a lovingly prepared framework of shenanigans with the express purpose of encouraging us all to try to make each other laugh, in spaaace.  My character – L’Oreal Wangst: Eldar Outcast psychically bonded with a gyrinx recently, so I decided to paint one to match.

This was of course engineered by the GM, who knew that if he put a space cat in the game that I would go for it and that I would likely paint a model for it.  So I was either manipulated in an embarassingly transparent fashion or it was simply a win/win situation.  I choose to see it as the latter.

Cassis the Gyrinx. The photo is a bit grainy, sorry. Its a tiny model though: thats a 20mm diameter base.

“Cassis” was the smallest miniature feline that I could find in my “Familiars” box.  I cant even remember where I got it (if you know then please comment).  I think that its technically a “vampire cat”, hence the larger teeth than usual, barely visible in the grainy photo above.  Frankly the teeth are barely visible in hand either…

G.I.N.G.E.R, Steeljaw, renowned dreadball coach Mr. D’Arcy, ships gyrinx on the “Dirty Doubloon” Mr Scuttle, Paul, Friskers, Rampage.

My space cat miniature usual suspects to date are shown above (click the image to make them easier to see).

Pulp Alley 40K: “Exit Strategy”

Genestealer hybrids, ratling tyrants and immoral scientists all experience a transdimensional audit with extreme prejudice, while simultaneously hopping from mega city to graveyard, and from planet to planet.

Administratum

More sci-fi civilians, this time grimdark representatives of a dogmatic, galaxy spanning bureaucracy.  One of them has a finger like a vegetable and another is a walking dot matrix printer gimp.

Bring Out Your Lead (BOYL) 2015

I spent last weekend in Nottingham playing and talking toy soldiers with similarly minded enthusiasts from around the world.  It was a hoot.

Execution Force

Four elite members of the Officio Assassinorum strut their stuff today.

Clutches of Chaos Crossover: #3 – Detention

An Imperial Fist in a spot of bother today.

Clutches of Chaos Crossover: #2 – Manifestation

A few months ago I posted some details about a fun collaborative project that Andy (from Tales from The Maelstrom) and I were planning.  As of today the project has moved on to the next, fully tangible stage.