Topic: Slightly...unusual Army for starting Chaos.

[Onanon]

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*Cough* Sort of a looted Ork... A Khorne Berzerker was slain while fighting alongside the Outsiders against an Ork Waagh that had become trapped in the Eye of Terror. By some confusing process... God, I don't know. Basically, the Berserker was trapped in the backpack that the Ork had looted along with some power armoured legs. The Berzerker became self-aware and used the Outsider's traits to grow tentacles with which to control the Ork. He slapped a multi-melta where the Ork's face used to be, and uses the Orkish ability to make anything work by simply believing in it, combined with the Outsider's traits, to exist and to remain alive, for the simple joys of indiscriminate slaughter. *Cough*

The little tube on the hand cannon is from a 2nd edition plastic guardian, the body is an Ork torso, the legs are assault marines. The backpack was a Berzerker's, noticed a little face on it, jacked it up on the torso and began greenstuffing a brain coming out of the backback, representing the Berzerk's will to live.

Really, really nice paintjob here.
It makes me sick to look at it, which I always take as a good thing. Painted in my usual group post mid-night, where value judgements are skewed and 'awful' becomes a compliment.

The Drawback:




Berserker models are really showing their age. Don't take detail all that well.



May be beginning a Chaos WHFB army. Test model is tasty up close.

Following a dialogue, I realised these marines are my surrogate sons. This thread may be a test run for my future progeny. This thread has also acted as a agar plate of psychopathologies and states of mind. It's pornographic. It's also prompted some realisations about myself.
Painting things up, in tandem with advice and counsel, has made me wiser.

Nohow onanonanonanon.

[Onanon]

Echo's Bones [dead]: Ordered to hold a position, Echo waited until he was reduced to nothing. All that remains is a voice and a gun.




Scout Sergeant Oenenone - Along with Chaplain Pater Gregor, is the last surviving Recluse. A weatherbeaten wraith who stalks Interzone in a shabby grey djellaba. Portentously anonymous, his appearance means something big is about to go down in the City. His personality is defined by absence and negatives.

One of the originals, he's been there since before day one. Taught every Scout in the chapter the essentials.

Now alone in the City, he does everything he can to stay one step ahead of the Anonymous, e's invisible chosen.

Stands with Pater Gregor in the fall of Anomie.


The Soft Marine:The Soft Marine - He once extended a towering triumph of a bolter, recent melta and flamer washes have have destroyed his self-esteem. After his big gun went soft, nothing could ever be the same again. Fire featured heavily in his conversion.


Recursor: Calls his own function into question to break down enemy resistance.  For a mathematical example, a function that finds the factorial of a number n (calculates the product of all the whole numbers between 1 and n) would obtain its result by multiplying n by the factorial of n − 1.

In 40k terms, we roll dice.
There's a pair of legs and multiple torsos on his back, if you could call it a back.

Link to large Outsider Icon Bearer.

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The City Boys:

A team fronted by Candidate, putting into practice the Social Contract.

They invade a civilised world and break down the illusions fed by petty pleasures in life, like second-hand sex and your choice of movie at the local movie theater. The Leviathan keeps moving.

But suppose you stopped doing whatever it was you were doing. Let's suppose it was vital, like weapon construction during a war, or simply food production in a famine. If you're lucky, the government will just send someone to do your job for you, if you're unlucky, you'll be shot until someone gets the picture and goes back to work.

By our association with society, we are subject to it's whims. It's only because all of us find the idea so abhorrent that people aren't beaten and sent into coal mines or collective farms, but it's always possible that conditions will change and suddenly you won't have your precious rights. (From a legal perspective, it's natural law, that things 'ought' to be a certain way, that protects our rights from positive or government law.)
 
The machine works by parts and cogs. If parts try to individuate, the machine breaks down. A cog can spin for its own enjoyment, but mechanics won't be happy.  Stand in your corner and push or we'll bury you and replace you with someone who will. They've got the swords, law doesn't mean a tap. Pompey knew that in 82BC, he looked at the people protesting and laughed.


The City Boys work by transaction: this much freedom for this much social order. Life without is 'nasty, brutish and short.' Nice suits on them all. Members include:

Arbiter, with a token nice constitution.

The Suit, making a killing on the floor.

Bad Baby, the next generation

The Priest, making the transactional system inherent clear.

[Comradecat]

WOW!..... just WOW!........ i saw this and was inspired, i think also by someone earlier in the post saying how they move like static......... and so, im gonna have to steal a small part of these ideas  (with you in consideration)..... i however am not gonna do all the flamboyant conversions (neither time nor moneys) and so am doing a regular chaos force (i have the codex) but....

.... i like the fluff of the interference, static, echoes that sorta thing....... and so im painting my chaos marines white, with grey, black and silver drybrush horizontal over the model (like white noise on the tv), i shall be using sonic weapons as i think this reflects the wierdness of them and also melta (metal disturbance), i had the idea that the marines 3+ save would not really reflect armour (as they are just echoes now) but they're ability to translocate, zip out of realtiy and generally give you a headache  , however once you DO hit them, they are unstable thoughts and will dissipitate to form again in the warp........... i have not painted any yet, but i will post pics and would love to get any feed-back on this idea,

[Onanon]

A drybrush won't do that for you.

White base coat, yes. Experiment with marbling wet colours onto white base coat. Drybrushing just makes them look dusty. Focus on making it chaotic, otherwise it looks like garbage. If you do try to improvise, you'll fall down on empty chatter and nonsense. Actively plan each stroke, don't just go crazy on it.

This is kind of funny, you're setting out to do what I thought I'd do all those months ago. If you have played Metroid Prime II: Echoes, the Sonic Visor (allowing you to see sound) could be rich inspiration. Perhaps optical illusions such as this:


Also, listen either to some good ambient stuff, good noise rock to get you to that place while painting.
If you're mining the right seam, I might borrow it back.   PM me a link to the thread or PM the pictures themselves.


(Also, I've lost the plot again, fluffwise. Concentrate.)

[Comradecat]

i like the idea fo optical illusions, im gonna have a look at some on the net and experiment on a model scale, thanks for the help on the note of drybrushing.....
I do have one old model, a chaos demon, painted with an optical illusion scheme, the guy i was playing couldnt focus on it for long as it gave hime a headache!... (now to do a whole army like that).............

[tzeentchling]

I've always thought a tzeentch/thousand sons army would look great with optical illusions painted on the marines and vehicles.  Super hard to do at the right scale, but that would be super trippy and fitting!

[Onanon]

Basest:
Tuned to the universal daemon beat, he can bend steel or stop a heart with a strum.
If he drops a note, the wholebattlefield know it.  He needs only one string.

CSM with plasma gun. Left unfinshed for reasons unknown.


Terminator with heavy flamer so far. He might get a chain fist or a power weapon.



Obliterator... thing? Seriously, the glue got to me that day.

Large facial protrusion studded with rods and pillars. Bulbous 'sense organ' in left hand.
S2 organ in back provides power to the organism. Small daemonic creatures often accompany this species of Obliterator, possible Zuvassin vessel (cross ref: Nurgling). Strangely patterened spinal cord: jacks and terminals?

Whole entity seemed obese and fleshy, smell reminiscent of sweat and cheetos.
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This. This is an agent of Zuvassin.
He's going to come up as an antagonist in a DH game this year.
Also, the caption is an accurate summation of a Zuvassin Devotee's philosophy.


Hollows bending over some unfortunate who is now just like them. Test drawings for real thing aren't worth posting.


One set of teeth for a Rhino. Watch this space...

[Telliria]

This is getting more whacked out every day...

I like the noise marine (?), but wouldn't it be neat to give him an axe guitar? Long and close range in one.

[Onanon]

This is getting more whacked out every day...

I feel it too. Just more... out there in concept.

It's progressed quite far from the original design brief. I'm more confident in it, having actually spent some time modelling and painting now. It's proven on the field in addition to that.

I still feel it has the same essential flavour, especially with two noise defilers and a noise vindicator on the way, and it's evolved rather than digressed meaninglessly. Sure, I dropped the theme of entropy, but I prefer the idea of chaos destroying chaos destroying chaos destroying chaos destroying chaos (destroying chaos). That statement has a entropy of its own.

That perpetual motion and indestructability still leads to diminishing returns; that, against impossible odds in your favour, you can still beslubber yourself up, for me, that's what Chaos as an ideology represents. "This is how I call a victory".

I don't feel too strongly about 'spikey marines'. For me, Chaos should have a more warped flavour.  I'm really happy people enjoy this thread. Tabletop, my other gamers have the same response. A little psychosis and perversion of norms does you good.  Another Ballardian theme, Telliria

axe guitar

Yes. I'll do that. This is why I post here. I'm down to a far-off mate's gaff next week, he's got a pile of bits I can bargain for. Chief amongst them will be shaved beastmen arms and WoC bitz. Also on the way are Bloodletters for Hollows.

[Telliria]

I still feel it has the same essential flavour, especially with two noise defilers and a noise vindicator on the way, and it's evolved rather than digressed meaninglessly. Sure, I dropped the theme of entropy, but I prefer the idea of chaos destroying chaos destroying chaos destroying chaos destroying chaos (destroying chaos). That statement has a entropy of its own.

Definitely.
An idea: You can see the glass falling from a table to shatter on the floor every day, but not the opposite i.e. the shards of glass merging to form something and bounce up to stand on the table. Why? The concept of entropy says this is astronomically unlikely - that doesn't mean it doesn't happen though...

I don't feel too strongly about 'spikey marines'. For me, Chaos should have a more warped flavour.  I'm really happy people enjoy this thread. Tabletop, my other gamers have the same response. A little psychosis and perversion of norms does you good.  Another Ballardian theme, Telliria

Roger! Starting to look for the atrocity complex.

[Onanon]

The game I planned last year has come to fruition. They're working for the Ordo Sicarius, and took two weeks (six hours) to finish the 'Purge the Station's attackers- oh god, base's still alive- what do mean, we're being taken prisoners for murder?- Mysterious mindwiped stromtrooper who laughs a bit much? - Assassin PC in the vents breaks them out - kill the Commander and Astropath as they try to escape - get the original emergency message - Hollow-infested Stormtrooper manifests- fail to kill it and lock it in with the rest of the base's survivors. Then escape and an upcoming debrief. It was such a magnificent cock-up. Even my plans went to pieces.
The result was entertaining.

They got suitably freaked out by the daemon of Zuvassin, but none of them got possessed. I have to justify residual infestation for at least one of them. If I can't, I'll get them later.

I'm currently trying to think of a way of representing a Daemon slowly encroaching on someone's conciousness, cell-by-cell, in DH. How could I show, in terms of character stats and game effects, that the player is becoming a passenger in themselves and then finally nothing as they are totally infiltrated? The possessed further spreads the infection until they're triggered by some kind of signal. They either suicide bomb like a Heaven's Smile from killer7 or become fully fledged lesser daemons.

Notes of various kinds to disrupt and unsettle, blackouts, appearance changes, corruption and insanity points accruing... I have a bunch of ideas I've cogged or come up with.

First session on the planet of Anomie, get into Freelandia's mental institution. An NPC Doctor will spool the Hollow Corruption tex out when you visit, having described everything else in similar terms. He'll later be the one hypnotizing the Cleric into thinking he's about to achieve hypostatic union with the Emperor's guiding light before steering a fluorescent tube up his ass, then torturing the school shooter assassin by replaying his most humiliating statements in psychoanalysis under huge doses of LSD-25. Flavour text:


‘Let's take one of your brain cells and possess it with a daemonic replica. That part of your brain is dead, but continues to more or less function. Every day we'll possess another brain cell, a slow and gradual process. The living cells will have time to be accustomed to the daemonic cells and by working in unison they will be able to complete things just as they always did and your development will continue seemingly unaltered from the original plan. What happens when all your brain cells are daemonic? To your CONSCIOUSNESS, you dig? The body will still be able to hold a conversation and react to stimulus exactly as you would have while alive, but would your world slowly become dimmer and dimmer until finally you felt like you were just a passenger in your own body going along for the ride, then an observer, and finally nothing?

The boys from B Company were real tasty, no more feeling in their eyes than a crab’s on the end of a stalk, yet they went through the daily Imperial motions, even asking about wives and children. My ignorant rather unsavoury chap, what-ho old bean? collegues told me they were shell-shocked, that they had seen things from the Warp itself and survived thanks to the Emperor’s grace, but such people are no better than party poops. When B company began to take on smooth anonymous countenances and long tongues, my so-called colleagues showed their true colours. Had my baboon familiar, Violet, lobotomise them with a lasgun.

If the method of psychic control could be isolated, the Inquisition could eventually reduce any hesitant heretic to Automatic Obedience… any Dummkopf could become a sleeper agent. Seed Gue’la settlements, mutant populations… rogue psykers would turn on their followers, entire Hive worlds would find it impossible to even think about Chaos. A functioning police state needs no police… the thought of heresy would be impossible.

These daemons got it something special for terror and control.’


This triggers the Cleric, who interrogated another 'Cleric' in the base (actually an Inquistorial Agent here to spy on the Hollow Stormtrooper), to remember who the false Cleric worked for: Interzone Inc. Who runs this institution? Interzone Inc. Who else was in the cells with them? Headcases. Might be too strong a lead on- I don't want them to twig the central deceit too soon. The whole operation will turn out to be infested with the same daemons, and the assassin-Inquisitor they're working for will be aligned to the god of chaos destroying Chaos destroying chaos (destroying Chaos). Then it starts to get fun...

I can't let them know too soon. Once Interzone goes down, and all the Inquisitors attached and funding it, the Planet is on very shaky ground. Roll a d10, see how long it lasts...


Dark Heresy campaign image. They just finished the first mission for their assassin-inquisitor. He's the one pulling all the strings, but who's plucking his? The puppets in his right hand are the four assassin schools.



Resuming the Army. Nearly cured myself of the Virus.

[The Ecclesiarch]

wow you definately have a realy great imagination and your ideas are complicated in a good way, your attention to detail in your background and marines is perculiar but very impresive and its always encouraging to see someone who is dedicated to their own ideas. Its been a real pleasure getting a glimpse of your work

[Onanon]

Thanks, it's been a blast so far.
A pretty lazy one, mind you. It's taken me close to two years to paint about seven models.
I'm getting my modelling skills aligned with what I've got in my mind. I'd like to turn my motivation inwards for a while, see what comes out of the next few weeks.

I mean, I have everything I need. Change initiative:unfreezing, movement to desired state, freezing. Apply what I learned while I neglected what I'm now applying what I learned to.

[linnessi]

could you show us a full army shot?

BTW nice theme