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    • By Rigel
      My miniatures list has more varieties of pulp than a paper-mill town grocery's orange juice aisle. Mad scientists, apes, cultists, cosmic horrors, spacemen, sky pirates, zeppelineers, two-fisted heroes, etc. But not a lot of what was for several decades, the most common pulp villain. Let's paint something for our heroes to fight!

      Artizan's Thrilling Tales line comes through once again. 
      Here are two horrible and officious jerks, on a pre-dawn hunt for Resistance agents. "Oberst von Stroop" is the one with the gun; "Major Kreipe" the one with the satchel and the dueling scar.

       
      We've seen a couple of the Resistance before, but I believe this is the first time I've posted a picture of "Georges." I had fun with the argyle sweater-vest.


      Georges' briefcase contains a surprise! 


      Some more baddies: "Colonel Braun," a perfectly pompous sculpt, and the "Kaiserin" from Brigade Games. (Also Erwin Rommel, previously posted elsewhere).



      (Couple more pictures of Zenith's commandoes, from 50075, if you click below.)
       
       
       
      And on another, stranger front...
      This is "Private Trummer," an old and not particularly motivated soldier sent on special detail with a special unit. He sees nothing, he hears no-othing, and he knows NO-O-O-OTHING! 


       

      It doesn't do to see, hear, or know too much when you're out with the armored Sturm Battalion Zorn. (Pictured: Flamethrower and Rifleman III. I added an extra gas tank from Bombshell to the Flamethrower unit.)

      Battalion Zorn is led by "Captain Rohr," a merciless and ambitious creep.


      Funnily enough, for a man who sees and hears nothing, Private Trummer has a knack for not being around in a crisis...


      Finally, a group shot, as such groups should be. 

    • By Rigel
      A delightful sculpt, this Devil Girl, Supervillain (50196). She works as a super, a pulp villain, a Weird West devil, a temptress, and in this case, as a pyrotechnician and performer! Any circus is better off for a fire-eater and stuntperson, especially with flame-colored boots and a gold-sequined bustier. I decided to go with a tan coat for the Hellboy resonance, and tried to make it look good and scorched around the edges. Also tried to make that flame in her hand shed some yellow light on that side. 

      The cat knocked over a bottle of black paint onto the flocked paper I'm using for circus turf, and this worked out very nicely after cleanup! Good job, cat, despite your best efforts. 


    • By Rigel
      Berton & Bradbury bills itself as a MAGIC circus, so let's see a couple of fortune-tellers and mystics! 

      The lady--Mme Zaragossa, the Sybil of Syracuse--is from the Nolzur's pack with the barmaid. The headscarf and dress looked vaguely Roma, so I decided to take that and run with it. And a pack of Deep Cuts wizard accessories I had gotten for the books and bottles included a crystal ball, so this was an easy choice! She refuses to clarify if the Syracuse she hails from is Greece or New York. Can she actually predict the future? For player characters, absolutely.

      The gentleman--Dr. Desmond Mesmer, Mentalist Extraordinaire--is from Black Cat's Civillians and Townsfolk line. He has a great worried expression. Maybe he's picking up on a hostile, and equally powered, intellect? The hypno-eidetic phantasms of his Zoeotropic Chresmodeon won't fool anyone with ACTUAL knowledge of the future! Or perhaps that oddly enthusiastic volunteer placed something from Mesmer's  deeply-buried past in the lead-lined Box of Secrecy. 


    • By Rigel
      "AND HIGH UPON THE WIRE ABOVE YOU, ladiesangennlemen, prepared to make a leap of certain doom to all but the most skilled acrobats and trapeze artists, Ailura the Fearless Cat-Woman! BORN and subsequently ORPHANED on an ill-fated expedition up the turbid Amazon, then RAISED by JAGUARS, YES-ladiesangennlemen-you-heard-me-correctly-there-I-DID-say JAG-U-ARS, she learned to leap from branch to vine before she could WALK! Discovered and rescued by a team of scientists, several of whom PERISHED IN THE ATTEMPT, she has the instincts and body of a FERAL CAT of the DEEPEST JUNGLE! No man or woman born and raised in our civilization would be capable of such DIZZYING and VERTIGINOUS AERIAL DISPLAYS, such PRECIPITOUS PLUNGES!"

      (In reality, "Ailura" was born in a small town in Nebraska and raised by reasonably competent human parents. A remarkable flair for gymnastics coupled with a total lack of opportunity and scope for those talents meant it was this or the burlesque stage. And in the circus you get to travel the country, get a lot more air-time, and you have the World's Strongest Man to back you up if a drunken patron starts getting too close.)



      My god, what a dynamic sculpt! Such a forward sprint, such kinetic drive! I think only Zenith (50080, Not!Captain America) comes close to it. I need to get another copy and put tiger stripes on her. 



    • By Rigel
      "STEP right up, ladiesangennlemen, to BEHOLD Herq the Turk, the modern world's greatest student of physical culture! From the Bosporus, standing six foot six in his socks and weighing TWO hundredan'sixty-three pounds NONE of it fat, a Hercules or Gargantua for the twentieth century, with a neck thicker than a normal man's waist and a chest LIKE A BRICK OVEN! He's got an arm like a leg, and a punch that could SINK A BATTLESHIP!  Watch him bend IRON BARS as though they were WAX! Watch him juggle kettlebells no other man could LIFT! His very MUSCLES have muscles!"

      50273 is a whimsical sculpt, bald as an egg and with mustachios that would make Poirot weep with envy. Looks like Stieg Brinegrog's (03627) brother who's taken care of his waistline. I did the weights up in ArmyPainter Rough Iron mixed with a touch of black, and decided on slimming vertical stripes on the shorts and horizontal stripes on the tank top, so as to deceive the eye into seeing him as even bulkier. 

      Of course, on a canvas like this, you gotta add some shoulder, back, and chest hair. The sight of him shirtless is "STRONGLY contraindicated for children, ladies prone to the vapors, or gentlemen of nervous disposition, and attendants ARE on hand to remove those audience members who faint at the sight of SO MUCH MAN!!"



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