Egg of Coot

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About Egg of Coot

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  • Birthday 12/03/71

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    http://www.primevilstudios.com
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    Male
  • Location
    Coot's Nest in Northern Exile
  • Interests
    Miniatures, War Games, Old School RPGs, Scale Models, Vintage Gibson Guitars, Books (History, World Politics, Philosophy, Horror), Old School Punk Rock, Cats, Aquariums.

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  1. Definitely Iron Crown's Rolemaster/Middle Earth Role Playing. I've been dying to play it again, as it has been well over a decade since I have. It would take a miracle to play this weekend - no game group, no time to spare. The Egg
  2. Live

    I'm pretty happy with the way this KS panned out, and I'm looking forward to seeing the finished product. My only complaint lies in the craptastic performance of the CDN dollar as of late - the exchange made my purchase far more painful than I'd anticipated. The Egg
  3. Well, it looks like I'll definitely be dropping another forty bones into Reaper's coffers this coming month . . . The Egg
  4. Aircraft builders do too. I use oil paints exclusively for certain weather effects and camouflage types. Oils are nice to use over acrylics principally because you can tweak an effect without destroying the underlying paint work. The Egg
  5. I regularly use inks, and sometimes food coloring, mixed with Future floor polish (now called Pledge with Future Shine due to mergers) to tint model aircraft canopies. Simply mix, dip the plastic, let most of the excess mixture run off onto a paper towel, and then air dry. Additional dips will deepen the tint. The Egg
  6. My painting sessions are largely determined by how much free time I have, how I feel physically, and how closely a commission's deadline is looming. I tend to paint in longer stretches than most people do - three or four hours at a go, though I have gone as long as 18 hours without stopping longer than the few minutes it takes to get up to grab another coffee or hit the washroom. As I've gotten older, the marathon sessions have become fewer as they really kick my butt. The Egg
  7. Live

    I finally caved in and pledged. Box set plus the print pack. The Egg
  8. The green dragon looks great so far. Again, it's good to see someone giving new life to some old, old figs. The Egg
  9. One of my regular customers sends me Hero Forge exclusively. I've spray primed every piece, and there has never been a problem with it affecting the material, and the paint always adheres without issue. Frankly, I don't think the 3d printed stuff is worth the price people are paying, but what do I know - I just get paid to paint the stuff. The Egg
  10. Once again, I'm floored by your work. And it's not just in terms of your creativity, but how bloody prolific you are. Fantastic. The Egg
  11. Live

    My resolve is starting to waver a bit on this KS. I'm giving some thought to buying in . . . The Egg
  12. That froghemoth looks awesome! Looks like he walked right out of the artwork book from the old Expedition to the Barrier Peaks module. Very well done. The Egg
  13. I fully assembled the Minotaur Demon Lord and then went back to fill gaps afterward. I don't recall any area being particularly hard to access in order to fill or paint - though I was rather surprised at the amount of fill his codpiece required . . . I used Aves Apoxie Sculpt instead of Green Stuff to fill. I find it much easier to work with as it smooths with water and can be filed and sanded once it cures. Of course, YMMV. The Egg
  14. Another vote here for 5 minute epoxy - I use the stuff from LePage. The fan trick with cyano to try to control fogging is too unpredictable for my liking. The Egg
  15. I remember one time 25 years or so ago driving home from a girlfriend's house in my first TR6. She lived about 40 miles outside of town, and I was making my way through the tangle of dirt roads which led back to the highway when I was struck by a thought: "Why are my feet wet?" Now, I'd have my share of headaches with the car in the past and always drove with the boot packed full of tools, parts, and fluids - but this was definitely a new situation. So, I geared down and went to hit the brakes to pull over - and the brake pedal went straight to the floor without slowing the car. Crap. I hit the emergency brake, stopped, and hopped out of the car. My shoes and socks - soaked with brake fluid. Double crap. So, I got a flashlight out of the glove box and stuck my head into the foot well just in time to see the last of the brake fluid pulsate in a stream through the firewall. I popped the bonnet and checked out the master brake cylinder - no brake fluid left. Triple crap. I'm about thirty miles out in the bush, the girlfriend's house is ten miles behind me, I can't remember how far back the last house I passed was, and this is the pre-cell phone era. So I opened the boot and started rummaging for something that might get me out of this jam. I did manage to find a half empty container of brake fluid, but it was hardly enough to refill the system. I poured it in anyway as a gesture of goodwill - and it bled into the cockpit faster than I could put it in. The master cylinder had packed it in at the worst possible time. My options were to sit there and hope someone came along, start walking the ten miles or so back to my girlfriend's house, or press on using the engine, and emergency brake to slow the car. I'd never done the latter on the highway, so I was a little leery, but that was the option I went with. Driving slowly, I got back to the highway (where my stress level dropped considerably) and then made it home. I shut the car off in the driveway, threw my shoes and socks into the trash, and went in to shower up. To add insult to injury, a new master cylinder was almost a thousand bucks at that time - which wiped out my savings in a stroke - and my girlfriend kicked me to the curb less than a week later. Quadruple crap. The Egg