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Miskatonic University Biology Dept' part N (Crooked Dice Villains 3)


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4 minutes ago, JudgeSamson said:

That looks great.  I like the brains in the spider guys.

Thanks! They are jewelry pendant bubbles with artfully bent pins for legs. The appendages and accessories come from watch parts and charm bracelets. Brains are putty and more watch parts. They were fun--and cheap--to make.

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On 8/11/2019 at 12:13 AM, Inarah said:

Those look like fun.

 

On 8/11/2019 at 12:46 PM, Glitterwolf said:

Simply awesome!

I love the mad science behind it all!

Thank you! They were fun, especially that spider-tank with the green 'liquid' inside. The lever on the side was from a Terraincrate abandoned mine set.

7 hours ago, Iridil said:

More great creativity - and I like how you gave him nice bushy eyebrows -

Thanks! The sculpt deserves most of the credit for the eyebrows--and the hair is fantastic.

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