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Been doing some butchery, some Frankensteining lately. Particularly for my sci-fi setting. And has it produced results!
First, the ingredients.
A while ago, I ordered a Reaper Burrowing Behemoth (44058) and it was a fantastic sculpt. But I got two left feet, to match my own. Customer service quickly replaced it, because Reaper is THE BEST--but now I had some leftover insectile CLAWS!
Then, Nolzur's came out with an Ankheg. Segmented, metameric abdomen, mantid-like foreclaws, two pairs of limbs, shield-like, many-eyed spiky head.
And also with a set of hideous ...Quori? Never heard of, maybe a Pathfinder thing apparently an Eberron aberration. One of them is a grotesque tailed many-limbed squirmer with big ol' pincers.
And with an Alhoon with many spell-effect tentacles.
Now, I have a few factions of spacemonsters. One is insectile, and I gave a Burrowing Horror a third set of ankheg limbs to bring us to six total...
...while giving the burly Horror claws to an Umber Hulk:
Now everyone has six limbs and I can rest easy!
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE
Another faction is the horrid Crawlers. These I have posted before, and are mostly Bathalians. Shield-like heads, mouth tentacles, squirmy bodies, appendages made to mutilate and maul.
The Tsucora Quori are warty and rugose and squirmy and pincered, but lack the characteristic head and tentacles.
But a Chronoscope Hound of Tindalos (50289) has just the right kind of head on a lean and easily repurposed body! A little green stuff to fill in the Quori's unmistakable eyes and nostrils, and a little work with some wire cutters, and behold!
Oh yeah, that's a Bathalian!
I also snipped some tentacles from the Nolzur's Alhoon to give our Craboid Black Cat Alien (see link to Crawlers, above) the mouth-tendrils it deserves.
Wait, but what of the mutilated Ankheg?
Oh, it fits in with the Crawlers just fine now.
Happy crafting, folks!
FROM SPACE IT CAME! Its motives--INSCRUTABLE! Its desires--UNKNOWN! This is why the Galacteer Academy requires three semesters of Xenodiplomacy, cadet!
This spacefella was an excellent excuse to experiment with colorshift paints.
Betty (50150) and Rizzo investigate.
Further scans are necessary!
Good news! It seems to be benevolent, desiring only TO SERVE MAN. Whew! What a relief! That could have gone so much worse. Another crisis averted, thanks to the Galacteers!
These have been pending for a while, but waiting on an impenetrable and incomprehensible bureaucracy is very much in character.
A formidable trio of problem solvers and troubleshooters, here to defend Lunar-Kompleks Alfa!
Comrade Janiss has Blue-level clearance for equipment needed to contain 'unscheduled reality incursions.'
Comrade Jonesy prefers to rely on tried-and-true methods of containing ideologically impossible entities (i.e., more radiation is a good thing):
whilst Comrade Janey, knowing that incorporeal entities are degenerate religious propaganda of Earth pig-dogs, has never met a ghost she couldn't punch.
POW! RIGHT in the dialectically-material kisser!
Lunar-Kompleks Alfa is not proud of eccentric elements such as these, but they have saved the station on several occasions. Space Ghosts are, of course, a delusion...but a particularly persistent one. And on the barren, cratered moon, who ARE you going to call?
Look at this dude. What a sculpt. I choose to believe he's convinced he's 'undercover,' 'perfectly disguised as a human.' This is Broose Axe from Zombiesmith.
There is just a lot of personality and backstory implicit in that surly face and sloppy casual wear. The Andromedan's deep-cover specialist, perhaps? Or perhaps just a slacker enjoying some Terran culture.
Either way, I'm going to say there's some sneaking involved.
And that in the Juvenalian Jeeves and Wooster tradition, that his valet/baggage handler (Zombiesmith's Vaelant Goos) is the brains behind any particular operation.
Leave Broose on his own and it's just going to be a disaster. Medical science isn't even sure how an Andromedan can even GET that kind of disease!
Guest appearances by a Hydra Valkeeri Leader and Galacteer Cadet Skippy, along with a couple other fellas, one an Ape Medic a friend was kind enough to give me.
Matthew Beauchamp recently sculpted an excellent line of Dragon Men for his Retroverse. I had to get them--and they are massive and burly, about 45mm or so! Great scaly brutes,
But the heads were a little less reptilian and more orcish than I would like, having committed to the Antediluvian aesthetic of Buckland Rogers. Don't worry, I'll find a use for that head somewhere.
So I took a couple of hours with Green Stuff and a dental tool and made a new hunchbacked crocodilian/mosasaur head, scarred and with a toothy muzzle. This is a prominent NPC in my spacefuture games, Atrox the weapons merchant.
He is about nine foot tall, cheerfully violent and moderately amoral. Won't sell biological weapons or anything with long-half-life decay products, but otherwise it's fair game if you have the credits.
Pretty scarred about the face and neck, because he's a professional and insists on testing each type of weapon before selling. Also from ritual Laser-Glaive duels.
I have decided his species mostly practices gigantocracy: whoever is biggest gets to rule. Not a perfect system, but very good at supply logistics and famine avoidance.
"Perhapf sir would care to infpect our line of Deathshead blafters? Only the finest quality!"
"Flamerf, zapperf, plafma-bolterf, we got it. Throw in a laser free with every third purchase."
"We think thif one is from the future. I call it an Ontological Disruptor. Dunno HOW it works, but push thif button and the target vanishes from the physical univerfe for 6.3 secondf. The savvy tacticianf can immediately fee the poffibilitief."
"Or perhapf sir would like a more ELEGANT weapon, from a leff civilized age?"
"Clubf, maces, nooses, axes single or double, goads, prods, glaivef, fpears, throwable mambelef--oh, the Vault?"
"I see that sir is a discerning customer! Only the moft DEVAFTATING beam weaponf and mortarf to be found thif side of New Xibalba!"
"But don't juft take MY word for it! Liften to the teftimonialf of our satisfied customerf!"