What a [obscenity deleted] time today was. 3 kans broke during the finishing paint process, I ran out of my superb brown paint (which is from a now defunct company and was a shade of brown I've used on 90% of all my Orks, that of course I can't find an exact duplicate of since there was no name of the shade on the label, bright side it was enough to finish), all tests of my new experimental painting idea did not come out right (thank Mork and Gork I didn't try it on any of the Kans), and then of course when I finished (about an hour before having to leave for Rocky) I couldn't find the [obscenity deleted] camera anywhere, but SUCCESS as I coaxed a friendly photographer there to take pics of my guys (although it was on the hood of my car in the parking lot, you probably won't be able to tell that from the pics, she has an amazing top of the line camera and took better shots than I probably could).
Ugh. Its always that last minute finish where everything becomes a charlie foxtrot.
Picturaz...
One of the things I tried to add to the bases (as inspired by Athaga) was some bits of this sheet metal I had found (yet again on the side of the road, maybe it's just the LA area, but there seems to always be useful stuff being thrown out). Unfortunately I dulled out my last exacto blade trying to cut it, and then I found my superglue to all be dried out. I'm generally happy with the basing (great shade of fall ground cover I found in a train shop, which works as a martian type landscape), but being a perfectionist I feel its the weakest part of the models.
And for the one or two of you that want to read it, here's the Fluff finale...
While most of the small town of Gogshir slumbered, Warboss Fuzzgog and his cronies continued to party the night away, drunk on the best Fungus Brew that could be stolen from the neighboring Deff Skull settlement. In the past few days many of the tribe, including Fuzzgog's Nobz had partaken in Uzdreg's near fabled Cybork body replacements, despite Fuzzgog's warnings. Sure it had been fun watching some of the less fortunate boyz like Naffjag running around with a malfunctioning set of 'Delux Kickin Legz' when he needed a replacement arm, or poor Skaggul who got bionic lungz and suffocated to death, but Fuzzgog had pushed these fears aside... at least for the moment. Tomorrow he would kill Uzdreg and Krunkslag, have an army of killy machines to back up his boyz, and get back the fortune of teef he had spent.
Fuzzgog did however have to concede that it was nice to have a good Painboy like Uzdreg around, especially after most of his Nobz crashed their buggies in an impromptu race. His most loyal Nob Mortfang nearly died and needed extensive brain surgery, to which Fuzzgog was shocked at Mortfang's recovery. Of course that didn't matter, Uzdreg must die tomorrow. Leaning over to poor another mug of brew Mortfang's head unexpectedly exploded, breaking the tranquility of the night and showering Fuzzgog and the rest of his party in a gore and gray matter.
"DAT'Z IT! I'ZE KILLIN HIM NOW!! COME ON LADZ, LETZ KILL DAT DAMNED BAD DOK!!!" The word quickly spread throughout the camp. Every Boy, Grot, and Snotling followed the enraged Warboss as he lead his Nobz, Powerklaw in hand to the Mekshop. Many of enterprising Grots began touting it as "Da fight o da centree" and were selling their wares to the crowd. Krunkslag and Uzdreg were just sitting on the porch watching the masses arrive, seemingly unaware that they were coming for them.
"OI, Krunkslag, we'ze here da kill dat Bad Dok! You best git out of ma way!"
Leaning back in his chair Uzdreg replied "No, I don't fink I'ze dyin tonight." Pressing a button on his handy dandy control switch half of Fuzzgog's Nobz' bionic replacements exploded, sending shrapnel into the audience. The remaining Nobz stood stunned for a moment which unfortunately left them perfect targets for the Blood Axe sharpshooters under Krunkslag's employ.
In a matter of second's Fuzzgog stood alone, the crowd dumbfounded at the apparent weakness of their leader. Fuzzgog just chuckled, "heh, I didn't need dem louzy boyz ta krump you, allz I need is dis here Powerklaw," Fuzzgog proclaimed raising his fist in the air, sending the rabble of greenskins into a cheer.
"Oh dat fing?" Reaching onto the table Krunkslag pressed one of the many seemingly useless buttons, causing Fuzzgog's powerklaw and arm to blow up with a spectacular bang. "Did ya need dat? Now let me intraduce ya to my latest creation." Pressing another button the large door slid open to reveal a dozen brightly colored Killa Kans. "Say hello ta my Kanz. Now everybody, say goodbye ta Fuzzgog."Wow an hour and a half writing this and uploading the photos. I think I'm done now.
Peace
~OD (off ta bed to dream of squig pies and fungus brew)