laurence
Brushlover
Last night while pleasantly working on a miniature scenario involving a 40K Ork and two Space Marines, I was completely and utterly flabbergasted when these miniatures suddenly came to life on their base and proceeded to take-each-other-out! Indeed, just as I'd called my little brother in - so I could get his opinion on my careful posing and positioning of these minis, to my astonishment, not so much my brother's, these three little dudes came to life, and a scene similar to what you'd expect to see in a John Woo or Quentin Tarantino film literally unfolded before our bedazzled eyes. Here's what happened.
As the miniatures simultaneously came alive the Ork, positioned on the far left, rushed the Ultramarine who was in the middle. In defense of his imminent peril, the Ultramarine raised his bold pistol with incredible speed and shot the Ork dead in his tracks. The Ork fell like a sack of potatoes on to primed basing material (the Army Painter Black Battleground gravel - for anyone that's interested). While all of this was going down, my little brother just casually sipped away at his glass of Mountain Dew with a somewhat satiated countenance. I on the other hand, was entirely gobsmacked! However, it was the next sequence of phantasmagoric events that has really left a deep impression on my mind.
As I have said, there were two Space Marines and one Ork. Following the fall of the Ork, the Champion Blood Angel on the far right and the Ultramarine became entangled in a fire fueled argument full of vitriol. It was very hard for me and my lil' bro to make out exactly what they were saying. For as you can imagine, given the diminutive scale of these little guys, the volume of their voices is very low while also being shrill in the pitch department. However it was apparent they were exchanging fighting words. To my astonishment, the Blood Angel struck the Ultramarine, with what proved to be a mortal wound, with his well prepped chainsword, and as the Ultramarine was falling to the base he managed to fire one shot which hit the Blood Angel square between the eyes. As this incomprehensible turn of events drew to a close, I turned to my lil' bro and said, "WTF!" To which my lil' bro responded, "Meh."
According to my little brother, this kind of thing is normal. He also recommended I watch "Night at the Museum", as he said that this viewing material provides cogent proof that miniatures have been known to come to life and behave belligerently.
Phew! I was starting to question the soundness of my mental faculties. It sure is a relief to know that I am compos mentis!
Although - I spent hundreds of hours prepping those minis - readjusting their poses, filling, sanding, pinning, converting, basing, gluing, priming... I really think miniature companies should at least provide a warning on the blister that states the fact that miniatures are quite likely to come to life and wreak havoc! I feel like I wasted so much time. And now all I'm left with is three dead miniatures strewn over my beautifully, articulately and elaborately created base - apologies for being so modest. The gall!
As a perennial mini-painter this is certainly something I'm going to be wary of in the future.
What was it Supervike once said? Oh that's right. He wisely said, "Caveat emptor."
As the miniatures simultaneously came alive the Ork, positioned on the far left, rushed the Ultramarine who was in the middle. In defense of his imminent peril, the Ultramarine raised his bold pistol with incredible speed and shot the Ork dead in his tracks. The Ork fell like a sack of potatoes on to primed basing material (the Army Painter Black Battleground gravel - for anyone that's interested). While all of this was going down, my little brother just casually sipped away at his glass of Mountain Dew with a somewhat satiated countenance. I on the other hand, was entirely gobsmacked! However, it was the next sequence of phantasmagoric events that has really left a deep impression on my mind.
As I have said, there were two Space Marines and one Ork. Following the fall of the Ork, the Champion Blood Angel on the far right and the Ultramarine became entangled in a fire fueled argument full of vitriol. It was very hard for me and my lil' bro to make out exactly what they were saying. For as you can imagine, given the diminutive scale of these little guys, the volume of their voices is very low while also being shrill in the pitch department. However it was apparent they were exchanging fighting words. To my astonishment, the Blood Angel struck the Ultramarine, with what proved to be a mortal wound, with his well prepped chainsword, and as the Ultramarine was falling to the base he managed to fire one shot which hit the Blood Angel square between the eyes. As this incomprehensible turn of events drew to a close, I turned to my lil' bro and said, "WTF!" To which my lil' bro responded, "Meh."
According to my little brother, this kind of thing is normal. He also recommended I watch "Night at the Museum", as he said that this viewing material provides cogent proof that miniatures have been known to come to life and behave belligerently.
Phew! I was starting to question the soundness of my mental faculties. It sure is a relief to know that I am compos mentis!
Although - I spent hundreds of hours prepping those minis - readjusting their poses, filling, sanding, pinning, converting, basing, gluing, priming... I really think miniature companies should at least provide a warning on the blister that states the fact that miniatures are quite likely to come to life and wreak havoc! I feel like I wasted so much time. And now all I'm left with is three dead miniatures strewn over my beautifully, articulately and elaborately created base - apologies for being so modest. The gall!
As a perennial mini-painter this is certainly something I'm going to be wary of in the future.
What was it Supervike once said? Oh that's right. He wisely said, "Caveat emptor."
