It's been a while since i went to a LAN. For those who aren't in the know, a LAN is a set up of a number of computers so that they can play against each other. And there are places in the city that do it too, a place I used to attend on occasion called the Bunker. It's still there too, running strong, with quite a few people playing WoW, or some other game with someone across in another building.
I loved it, and when I did go it wasn't for a piddly hour or something. My mates and I would go and play for 24 hours, give or take half an hour for eating and catching the sunrise. And we would play games all night, and morning until we caught the train or taxi home, only to crash on whatever we landed on. It was exhausting, but it was fun.
One day I may do it again soon. Maybe next year? I'll gather as many people as possible to meet up at the bunker, and game on until the next morning. We'd start at 6pm and end at 6pm over a weekend. We may even jump off for a little while to have a drink or two at the ManaBar.
Actually, that'd be kinda fun. start off at midday, stop around 9 to check out the Manabar and have a few drinks, probably Jagerbombs or B52's (I really want to have another one), and then come back and play some more into the next morning and head home at 12. Or go back to the Manabar, because I think it opens around that time.
I think I may be obsessed with the Manabar. It's a cool digs! It'd be cool if they could expand the size of the actual bar! (If they haven't already that is).
But yes, maybe that'll be my plan for next year.
01 December 2010
23 November 2010
My First Space Marine
So I was going to have a little photo joke about "my Firsts", you know those things little kids have for when they go potty training or hold their own bottle. No, couldn't find it so I've decided to dive right into it.
Well playing Deathwatch has given me the right... No, the DUTY... to paint a space marine character for myself. Blood Angel tactical marine. Fair enough. Now my friends are artistic, so the model doesn't go in the bare essentials. No, he has pockets, a holster with pistol, a mark of honour, backpack and his pair of bolters.
why two bolters? Cos I said so.
On top of that, he doesn't get the standard base that WH40k offer to put your models on. He gets a resin designer base, one tailored to 40k.
And after painting it up with what paints I have, i came up with this.
I think it was a pretty good job, considering I only have a few paints (With way too many greys than I'd like to discuss) and not a very good eye for taste.
Now as for the model itself... well being a blood angel I have to paint him red. I have had way too much experience with Red. So i think I did a good job with it. Although I haven't done his belt. I just have no idea what colour to paint it.
I reckon he'll go down well with the crowd.
Well playing Deathwatch has given me the right... No, the DUTY... to paint a space marine character for myself. Blood Angel tactical marine. Fair enough. Now my friends are artistic, so the model doesn't go in the bare essentials. No, he has pockets, a holster with pistol, a mark of honour, backpack and his pair of bolters.
why two bolters? Cos I said so.
On top of that, he doesn't get the standard base that WH40k offer to put your models on. He gets a resin designer base, one tailored to 40k.
And after painting it up with what paints I have, i came up with this.
I think it was a pretty good job, considering I only have a few paints (With way too many greys than I'd like to discuss) and not a very good eye for taste.
Now as for the model itself... well being a blood angel I have to paint him red. I have had way too much experience with Red. So i think I did a good job with it. Although I haven't done his belt. I just have no idea what colour to paint it.
I reckon he'll go down well with the crowd.
Containment Breach
Sometimes you think of something a little ridiculous. Something that you would never do because A: You can't afford it; B: it's just not a viable list; or C: it's not worth it in the long run.
But that doesn't mean it's not a cool list. And this is such a list.
Points: 100
Model Count: 130
Tier: 2
Chieftain Madrak Ironhide
^ Troll Axer
^ Troll Bouncer
^ Troll Impaler
Kriel Stone Bearers (Max)
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper (Free)
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
It's so ridiculous that it could work out to be awesome.
But that doesn't mean it's not a cool list. And this is such a list.
Points: 100
Model Count: 130
Tier: 2
Chieftain Madrak Ironhide
^ Troll Axer
^ Troll Bouncer
^ Troll Impaler
Kriel Stone Bearers (Max)
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper (Free)
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
Kriel Warriors (max)
^ Caber Thrower (3)
^ Standard Bearer and Piper
It's so ridiculous that it could work out to be awesome.
08 November 2010
So what next?
Well after thinking about writing articles every week or so, like I originally planned with this blog, I have given up on that and have thought to keep going with sporatic updates of whatever model I have worked on recently. Frankly, the Warmachine posts I've made so far are so bloody long winded and I'm starting to lose traction with them.
Recently with a friend we've started playing a Deathwatch Campaign, a WH40k RPG, and to go with the flow I'm going to be painting up a character. Our friend Humphrey is making up a model for me of a Tactical Marine with 2 Bolters in hand. Because we're not playing very seriously we all have funny accents, and because the easiest description of a Blood Angel is a Vampire, I've gone with Count Von Count (From Sesame Street, Ah Ah Ahhh).
I'll laugh if Humph moulds Count von Counts head onto the model.
I also want to paint up some other models to match up with him, like Vehicles, and a Dreadnaught, a War bike... Stuff like that, ya know?
Otherwise, other 40k model projects pretty much come down to Bupkiss as I'm going to be painting the Deathwatch Model and the Squiggoth. Ideas however expand on the Squiggoth Howdah by adding a platform to add a Helipad for a Deffkopta. Or a Chinork. Heck, take off the two balconies on the side, extend them down and have a pair of side trays to hold War bikes or Deff koptas.
I best stop this before I start spending money I don't have. On an upside, if I want an Ork Warboss on a Warbike, I can just go out and get a Halo Brute Chopper and convert that up. Apparently they're not too bad to scale. Though it would need a bigger rear engine. And it's cheap and easy to get!
Anyway. I should start painting up my other figures, like my Winterguard. I've wanted to paint them for ages, and I mean paint them properly. I don't have a properly painted unit of Winterguard, they're all in a shambles really. And they require a Kommander, so I should paint up Sorscha as well. I have a plastic battlebox model so even more reason.
Easier still are the two Destroyers I want to paint up. I discovered the other week a photo of a guy who painted a greyscale Wroughthammer Rockram. I want to use that as a reference to paint up a Destroyer in the same style (though certainly nowhere near as good).
There's also the Diorama I want to do based on Gudrun the Wanderer. I don't have any of the bits or pieces of terrain, but the idea basically Gudrun goes out to challenge what/whoever to kill him. Because... well that's his fluff. There's a good series of challenges too.
The first of which should be Gudrun scaring a little girl (The little girl from the Nightmare Model). That one would be a focus on Gudrun himself, really. I want to paint him up much like the Andrea Uderzo illustration in his first appearance (I think it was Evolution?). And then any further dioramas will use the same model (I'll magnetise his feet) but have different 'challenges'.
There's some good Warjack and Warbeast ones that I want to chuck him up against, like scrapping several Warjacks in an Arena, or facing up against 3 Titans in the middle of a desert (This one would include my Gladiator Extreme, a normal Gladiator and a Bronzeback – I reckon that'd be an epic diorama).
We'll see how I go getting that off the ground.
Recently with a friend we've started playing a Deathwatch Campaign, a WH40k RPG, and to go with the flow I'm going to be painting up a character. Our friend Humphrey is making up a model for me of a Tactical Marine with 2 Bolters in hand. Because we're not playing very seriously we all have funny accents, and because the easiest description of a Blood Angel is a Vampire, I've gone with Count Von Count (From Sesame Street, Ah Ah Ahhh).
I'll laugh if Humph moulds Count von Counts head onto the model.
I also want to paint up some other models to match up with him, like Vehicles, and a Dreadnaught, a War bike... Stuff like that, ya know?
Otherwise, other 40k model projects pretty much come down to Bupkiss as I'm going to be painting the Deathwatch Model and the Squiggoth. Ideas however expand on the Squiggoth Howdah by adding a platform to add a Helipad for a Deffkopta. Or a Chinork. Heck, take off the two balconies on the side, extend them down and have a pair of side trays to hold War bikes or Deff koptas.
I best stop this before I start spending money I don't have. On an upside, if I want an Ork Warboss on a Warbike, I can just go out and get a Halo Brute Chopper and convert that up. Apparently they're not too bad to scale. Though it would need a bigger rear engine. And it's cheap and easy to get!
Anyway. I should start painting up my other figures, like my Winterguard. I've wanted to paint them for ages, and I mean paint them properly. I don't have a properly painted unit of Winterguard, they're all in a shambles really. And they require a Kommander, so I should paint up Sorscha as well. I have a plastic battlebox model so even more reason.
Easier still are the two Destroyers I want to paint up. I discovered the other week a photo of a guy who painted a greyscale Wroughthammer Rockram. I want to use that as a reference to paint up a Destroyer in the same style (though certainly nowhere near as good).
There's also the Diorama I want to do based on Gudrun the Wanderer. I don't have any of the bits or pieces of terrain, but the idea basically Gudrun goes out to challenge what/whoever to kill him. Because... well that's his fluff. There's a good series of challenges too.
The first of which should be Gudrun scaring a little girl (The little girl from the Nightmare Model). That one would be a focus on Gudrun himself, really. I want to paint him up much like the Andrea Uderzo illustration in his first appearance (I think it was Evolution?). And then any further dioramas will use the same model (I'll magnetise his feet) but have different 'challenges'.
There's some good Warjack and Warbeast ones that I want to chuck him up against, like scrapping several Warjacks in an Arena, or facing up against 3 Titans in the middle of a desert (This one would include my Gladiator Extreme, a normal Gladiator and a Bronzeback – I reckon that'd be an epic diorama).
We'll see how I go getting that off the ground.
01 November 2010
One way ticket
So the concept of going to Mars is an interesting one. You fly to Mars and you try and colonise it. Never mind the alien culture that hides underground surviving off the lush resources of water and fungus that grow in their caverns that are heated by air conditioners designed to cover square Kilometres of tunnels with heat.
It's okay though. It'll be over hyped within their culture when an alien space ship lands on the surface, spotted by Astrologists and conspiracy theorists who are renting a heated rock on the surface.
Then the Humans will do one of two things: They'll play it smart and make peaceful negotiations with Societies most Prestigious (Those closest to the heating device) or they'll use whatever weapons they have to shoot the Martians down, the same Martians who made Fungal Brownies and covered them in Glad wrap.
The Aliens will be confused and will simply try and shoot them down while the humans try and figure out a way to save humanity by destroying the heating core and having the Martians suffer in the cold... Or move out to a different region, since that's the backup plan for their species.
One thing is for certain: there is no stopping them; the ants will soon be here. And I for one welcome our new insect overlords. I’d like to remind them that as a trusted TV personality, I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves
http://www.news.com.au/technology/sci-tech/nasa-mars-mission-a-one-way-trip/story-fn5fsgyc-1225945124330
It's okay though. It'll be over hyped within their culture when an alien space ship lands on the surface, spotted by Astrologists and conspiracy theorists who are renting a heated rock on the surface.
Then the Humans will do one of two things: They'll play it smart and make peaceful negotiations with Societies most Prestigious (Those closest to the heating device) or they'll use whatever weapons they have to shoot the Martians down, the same Martians who made Fungal Brownies and covered them in Glad wrap.
The Aliens will be confused and will simply try and shoot them down while the humans try and figure out a way to save humanity by destroying the heating core and having the Martians suffer in the cold... Or move out to a different region, since that's the backup plan for their species.
One thing is for certain: there is no stopping them; the ants will soon be here. And I for one welcome our new insect overlords. I’d like to remind them that as a trusted TV personality, I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves
http://www.news.com.au/technology/sci-tech/nasa-mars-mission-a-one-way-trip/story-fn5fsgyc-1225945124330
28 October 2010
Order 7:17 for Roma Street
"G'day ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the Think Tank-"
"Uh, sir? I believe the ladies don't quite like the name of Think Tank."
"What are you talking about, son?" the Manager groans.
"Well, sir, the ladies may find it a bit Aggressive, provoking anger into the group."
The oval of staffers that occupy the meeting room all stared at him blankly before returning to the Manager, who stared at the Quiet fellow with a strain in his eyes that could herd cattle, send them to the abattoirs, be sent to a four star restaurant, only to be eaten by the same person who will claim that the meat is too tangy.
"And what would be your suggestion," he said as he argued with the waiter.
"Well, I believe Thought Bubble would be more appropriate," he said a little triumphantly.
Now the Quiet fellow was a happy little chap and likes to do things for the whole, such as find a more efficient tap for the staff kitchen, or maybe reorganise someones desk for them. But after working for long enough within the same position, he has found less for himself with little to do aside from keeping the staff kitchen clean and sending emails asking if there's anything they would like him to help with. Unfortunately, the Manager happened to ask once for help lifting up a desk so he could get his favourite pen out from underneath, and now everyone has placed bets on when the manager will snap under pressure.
The second half of November seems to get high praise, and the kitty has gotten to $131.16 and a half franc.
"Right," the Manager says to keep some semblance of motion going. "To keep our female members of staff happy, this meeting will begin.
"Last meeting we thought of ways to keep some of our customers happy by introducing the Quiet Carriage,"he says as he flips through the folder in front of him. "This is successful enough, with a few complaints saying that nobody has really followed the courtesy, and a handful complaining about the drivers being too loud on overheads and disrupting customers anyway, some at inappropriate times, and one complaint about the stupidity of having an open transition between carriages because it doesn't actually stop the bother that the Quiet Carriage is meant to prevent."
"Well they have a point," agrees the ex-bikie. "Those open doorways are pretty silly."
"But they provide a much nice walk between carriages!" says the Quiet fellow. "They're better than those grimy doors that's usually there that kids are always smoking pot in."
"Yes, well," the manager interrupts. "The quiet carriage is staying for a little while longer, but that's not what we're here for today. We're here to brainstorm some new ways to entice people to take trains more often."
"Well, the colour scheme isn't exactly the most appealing," mumbled a geriatric at the back of the room.
"That isn't going to change,"the ex-bikie responds. "We only just got a new style with that bloody red stripe and range of trains."
"Exactly, we should do something more attractive than that," exclaims Mr Quiet.
"Well we're not going to follow any guidelines from that bloody zoology course you did," the ex-bikie laughs. "I'm not sure anyone would ride something that looks like butterfly shat out a rainbow."
"Now, fellas," the manager says, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his eyes squint like they've sucked on lemons. "They're sticking with the new paint job since they've already invested in it, so no train is going to look like they've had a run in with a flock of lorikeets." Giggles were shared around while the Quiet fellow sunk into his wool vest a little to match his sudden desire to be fairly quiet. His confidence was on such a roll too.
"So what else have we got?"
"Well, we could play soothing music in the other carriages?" suggested the only female member of the staff meeting.
"Most passengers take their own anyway, let alone those who share their music with everyone else," the bikie retorts nicely.
"So what we do is we appeal to the oncoming generation," says the youngest, and probably the most arrogant, voice of the room. "What is it that kids these days like to have?"
"Well they like to talk a lot and listen to music," says the Quiet Fellow.
"Yes, we've established that," the instigator says pulling out his Chinese medicine balls, twirling them in his hands like David Bowie in a Jim Hensen film, the bells ringing quietly but just enough to carry out across the room and bring a gentle and hypnotic silence to the party of mismatched staff members.
"But what else is there? What is it that kids do these days? This music, this talking. They're of the same generation, and it's called Generation iY. They walk around with their Apple gear with the air and confidence that they can do anything they want, because it's the palm in their hands.
"But," his hands clamp and the soothing sounds stop suddenly. "That isn't always the case. Their devices can only be used in confined areas, they are restricted to using them to their full potential.
"So what do we do to entice Generation iY?" he inquires to the world as the toll of his stainless steel spheres begin again. "We empower them. We expand the borders of their restrictions. We are a public service, and we give to the public what they need. Why not give them what they want?"
The instigator leans back, nods forward and his hypnotic allure disappears.
"So..." the manager begins. "What you're saying is... We'll appeal to the kids by 'empowering' their gadgets?"
"How do we empower peoples gadgets?" the Quiet fellow inquires to the world in a desperate and confused plea.
"Well, I don't think he means empower them," the ex-bikie explains. "I think he means giving all the bloody functions to those iPhones and whatever."
"So what function is missing?" the Quiet fellow, a little behind on the times with his Nokia from '99.
"Well," the lady leans forward with her iPhone. "I can connect to wifi and download apps and it won't cost me anything. And my brother likes to keep himself updated with his games and news stuff, which he gets from accessing internet from his iPad."
The room sat in silence for a moment. Slowly, in unison, the group turned their head to the manager. Except for the instigator, who continued to lean against the wall with his arms crossed and his head nodded forward.
The manager, staring at the device that has been placed gently on the table, debated with himself. What kind of a suggestion is this? To get Wifi on the trains? I mean, it wouldn't be hard to get that going because the lines would just go through the power lines, and they'd connect there. And there's plenty of options for people, like the said iDoohickeys, and maybe even peoples laptops.
Though the consequences can be pretty extensive. Kids could get on the net, spend the day on the train and just download as much as they possibly can. Heck, even porn entrepreneurs would have a field day. Everyone accessing it all at the same time while they commute their way across town. It's just asking for trouble.
"What are we? A Fucking Mcdonalds?"
Next thing you know, I'll have a Mega-Mac with fries.
"Uh, sir? I believe the ladies don't quite like the name of Think Tank."
"What are you talking about, son?" the Manager groans.
"Well, sir, the ladies may find it a bit Aggressive, provoking anger into the group."
The oval of staffers that occupy the meeting room all stared at him blankly before returning to the Manager, who stared at the Quiet fellow with a strain in his eyes that could herd cattle, send them to the abattoirs, be sent to a four star restaurant, only to be eaten by the same person who will claim that the meat is too tangy.
"And what would be your suggestion," he said as he argued with the waiter.
"Well, I believe Thought Bubble would be more appropriate," he said a little triumphantly.
Now the Quiet fellow was a happy little chap and likes to do things for the whole, such as find a more efficient tap for the staff kitchen, or maybe reorganise someones desk for them. But after working for long enough within the same position, he has found less for himself with little to do aside from keeping the staff kitchen clean and sending emails asking if there's anything they would like him to help with. Unfortunately, the Manager happened to ask once for help lifting up a desk so he could get his favourite pen out from underneath, and now everyone has placed bets on when the manager will snap under pressure.
The second half of November seems to get high praise, and the kitty has gotten to $131.16 and a half franc.
"Right," the Manager says to keep some semblance of motion going. "To keep our female members of staff happy, this meeting will begin.
"Last meeting we thought of ways to keep some of our customers happy by introducing the Quiet Carriage,"he says as he flips through the folder in front of him. "This is successful enough, with a few complaints saying that nobody has really followed the courtesy, and a handful complaining about the drivers being too loud on overheads and disrupting customers anyway, some at inappropriate times, and one complaint about the stupidity of having an open transition between carriages because it doesn't actually stop the bother that the Quiet Carriage is meant to prevent."
"Well they have a point," agrees the ex-bikie. "Those open doorways are pretty silly."
"But they provide a much nice walk between carriages!" says the Quiet fellow. "They're better than those grimy doors that's usually there that kids are always smoking pot in."
"Yes, well," the manager interrupts. "The quiet carriage is staying for a little while longer, but that's not what we're here for today. We're here to brainstorm some new ways to entice people to take trains more often."
"Well, the colour scheme isn't exactly the most appealing," mumbled a geriatric at the back of the room.
"That isn't going to change,"the ex-bikie responds. "We only just got a new style with that bloody red stripe and range of trains."
"Exactly, we should do something more attractive than that," exclaims Mr Quiet.
"Well we're not going to follow any guidelines from that bloody zoology course you did," the ex-bikie laughs. "I'm not sure anyone would ride something that looks like butterfly shat out a rainbow."
"Now, fellas," the manager says, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his eyes squint like they've sucked on lemons. "They're sticking with the new paint job since they've already invested in it, so no train is going to look like they've had a run in with a flock of lorikeets." Giggles were shared around while the Quiet fellow sunk into his wool vest a little to match his sudden desire to be fairly quiet. His confidence was on such a roll too.
"So what else have we got?"
"Well, we could play soothing music in the other carriages?" suggested the only female member of the staff meeting.
"Most passengers take their own anyway, let alone those who share their music with everyone else," the bikie retorts nicely.
"So what we do is we appeal to the oncoming generation," says the youngest, and probably the most arrogant, voice of the room. "What is it that kids these days like to have?"
"Well they like to talk a lot and listen to music," says the Quiet Fellow.
"Yes, we've established that," the instigator says pulling out his Chinese medicine balls, twirling them in his hands like David Bowie in a Jim Hensen film, the bells ringing quietly but just enough to carry out across the room and bring a gentle and hypnotic silence to the party of mismatched staff members.
"But what else is there? What is it that kids do these days? This music, this talking. They're of the same generation, and it's called Generation iY. They walk around with their Apple gear with the air and confidence that they can do anything they want, because it's the palm in their hands.
"But," his hands clamp and the soothing sounds stop suddenly. "That isn't always the case. Their devices can only be used in confined areas, they are restricted to using them to their full potential.
"So what do we do to entice Generation iY?" he inquires to the world as the toll of his stainless steel spheres begin again. "We empower them. We expand the borders of their restrictions. We are a public service, and we give to the public what they need. Why not give them what they want?"
The instigator leans back, nods forward and his hypnotic allure disappears.
"So..." the manager begins. "What you're saying is... We'll appeal to the kids by 'empowering' their gadgets?"
"How do we empower peoples gadgets?" the Quiet fellow inquires to the world in a desperate and confused plea.
"Well, I don't think he means empower them," the ex-bikie explains. "I think he means giving all the bloody functions to those iPhones and whatever."
"So what function is missing?" the Quiet fellow, a little behind on the times with his Nokia from '99.
"Well," the lady leans forward with her iPhone. "I can connect to wifi and download apps and it won't cost me anything. And my brother likes to keep himself updated with his games and news stuff, which he gets from accessing internet from his iPad."
The room sat in silence for a moment. Slowly, in unison, the group turned their head to the manager. Except for the instigator, who continued to lean against the wall with his arms crossed and his head nodded forward.
The manager, staring at the device that has been placed gently on the table, debated with himself. What kind of a suggestion is this? To get Wifi on the trains? I mean, it wouldn't be hard to get that going because the lines would just go through the power lines, and they'd connect there. And there's plenty of options for people, like the said iDoohickeys, and maybe even peoples laptops.
Though the consequences can be pretty extensive. Kids could get on the net, spend the day on the train and just download as much as they possibly can. Heck, even porn entrepreneurs would have a field day. Everyone accessing it all at the same time while they commute their way across town. It's just asking for trouble.
"What are we? A Fucking Mcdonalds?"
Next thing you know, I'll have a Mega-Mac with fries.
24 October 2010
What was in the box
A good six year ago, and I was learning to play table top games, particularly Warhammer 40k. Now I'm not a big fan of 40k, because frankly I'm lazy and making an army seems like a butt-tonne of work. I mean even a Necron army seems like lots of work, with having about 21-41 models in 600pts (I can't remember if Warriors can come in units of 10 or 20). Yes, I am quite lazy.
There was one army that I really enjoyed because they were just goofy: Orks. I was tempted to join the ranks of Orks players, and wanted to start off with a bang. So I bought a £200 Gargantuan Squiggoth (it was 200 quid at the time).
It was big, and it was fun. But I just didn't get off my arse and get it assembled or anything. So six years down the track, moving house and dusting off the box, and thinking to myself “Hell, it's about time”. So over last weekend, I worked my way to assembling the awesome model, Howda and all.
It was a struggle at first, because I couldn't get the cap off my glue. Somehow I'd knocked it over and it slowly seeped out and stuck itself from the inside. Luckily I didn't lose too much glue. I even ended up pouring it out of the bottle itself, but that was a bad idea. Way too much glue going everywhere. So much glue even, that when it had all dried up there was this dangly bit hanging from underneath its neck, made from dried glue.
If the head falls off, because I believe there's a large gaping space between the head and the neck, I'll have to get green stuff if the head falls off.
The tail was the most annoying. Trying to keep it there for about two hours without it gluing and holding of it's own accord and having the sharp pointy bits dig into my hands was really not very comfortable. So after giving up, I realised I could just keep it in place by using parts of the Howda.
The Howda wasn't too much of a hassle. It came in 6 pieces: The main carriage, 3 side balconies and 2 front seats. It's plenty of room for the 20 or so Orks that it usually carries.
Now to get some weapons on it. I'm thinking of using the Gun Boars Cannon as a Lobba or a Kannon.
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