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Ladies and Gentlemen! It's a big game tonight and Motty the Goblin is now live right from the stadium! I found this guy in the box during the last round of the Box of Goodwill. As then kindly pointed out by @alchemist, he is Motty the Goblin Commentator by Impact Miniatures. He is a parody/tribute to a well known British football (soccer) commentator John Motson. As I didn't know who John Motson was and what he looked like, I decided to look him up online. Yup, the decision for color palette was obvious then 🙂 On a separate and final note, this was my first time painting metal. Prep was a little different. But other than that, I would say it's pretty much the same as painting plastic. And here is John Motson IRL 🙂

So I've seen a bunch of people using "big bucket of monsters" toys for dnd and I decided to try it too. Did this guy in under an hour while watching tv, super relaxing! Will use him as a wacky cyclops in my campaign

Okay, like the title says... Have at it! Your own or ones you've found.

Okay if this is not allowed here, please delete, but I needed to share because this is way too funny. So if you know the band nitro from the 80's, you know they were loud and pretty awesome. Anyway, the lead singer Jim Gillette and guitarist Michael Angelo (baito) are reforming the band with Lamb of God Drummer Chris Adler. and doing it through indiegogo (its like kickstarter from what I understand). I am not sure they are trying to do a true metal album or trying to do something along the lines of Spinal Tap. Watch the video, its just too hilarious (especially them trying to parody Jim Gillette looking like the guy from Ghost hunters. too funny).

Most players will usually amass entertaining stories and anecdotes about their characters, events that happen in game, etc... and I'm always interested in hearing new ones! If you have anything to share or add, please add a post below. --- One of my most memorable characters was a gnome illusionist. He was an odd gnome, though; being a touch shorter than average, and with a nose actually in proportion to his face, many people often confused him for a halfling. He had 12 names and insisted on using them every time he introduced himself, and I gave him a high-pitched, obnoxious voice. Most of the party and the DM wanted to kill him, but no one ever succeeded. In 2nd edition, gnomes had a 20% chance for a magic item to not work for them. Well, I wanted my gnome to have been touched by his deity, a deity of magic, and so he had a surplus of magical energy stored within him. I talked to the DM, and actually convinced him to alter the 20% chance a bit - instead of not working, there was a 20% chance that his natural magic would seep into the item, causing it to explode! I gave him a very high constitution to make sure he could live through that, which was good because that 20% chance seemed to come up 50% of the time. It only happened the first time he touched an item, though; after the first time, he could use it normally. My first adventure with him was a blast. I remember walking into a room, and after the party had cleared it of its inhabitants, we started searching. I noticed an interesting shield on the wall, and was curious about what was behind it. I started to reach out for it, started worrying about traps, but figured, eh, what the heck. I screwed my eyes shut, turned my head to the side, and grabbed an edge of the shield. When nothing happened, I let out a breath I had been holding, reached up with my other hand, grabbed the shield and set it on the ground. That's when I realized that my hands were stuck! I tried pulling them away, but they were stuck tight. So, seeking additional leverage, I put my foot on the shield and gave it a good push, trying to get my hands free. No such luck, and now my foot was stuck as well. The groups fighter sighed, picked me up by my shirt, and started carrying me around. I was basically the handle for his new shield. There was a random encounter in the dungeon, and when I said "Hi!" the local encounter was a bit freaked out by the talking shield. Various minor events followed, and we ended up camping for the night. After the party had gone to sleep, I decided that I was bored with being a shield. I slipped off my gloves and my boot, dragged the shield out using the edge of my boot, then went back to my tent and fell asleep. The party was quite irritated in the morning