Skarsnik And Gobbla With Retinue! 98 Goblins Including 3 Fanatics, Plus Two Squigs Makes 100 Units.

Do you remember how there was several different origin stories for Master Splinter from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Sometimes he was a rat that turned into a humanoid, sometimes he was a human that became rat-like? You know how Master Splinter predates skaven by a year? I decided to make a skaven if they had been humans that became rat-like! Happy April Fool’s whatever!

I try to post something every day. I have a lot of stuff to show everybody. Here’s today’s! This Orc Warboss that I converted/kitbashed after listening to the Misfits a lot about 10 years ago or so. I named him Grimghost the Black and his lore is that he’s the leader of a warband from Sylvania called Da Grave Eatas! The ghouls eat the corpses and the boys eat the ghouls! One day I’ll make a regiment for him.

Skullvane Manse! This is the third of my big trio of Warhammer Fantasy Battles big towers. This came with an option to make the tower into an observatory and at the time I thought that was less cool, but these days I think the observatory sounds pretty rad and I still have the dome so I might be due to make one sticking out of a mountain or something!

I painted this Chaos Daemon for a painting contest on Discord. I was inspired by the level transitions from the old Altered Beast Sega game.

Enjoy my meme.

wild zero 1999

I love my Orcs and Goblins army but this is the Greatest of All Time.

I don’t know why I’m suddenly thinking about this (travel I suppose) but to get to Fort Collins, Colorado from Saint Paul, Minnesota it is advantageous to pass through Omaha, Nebraska. Me, my spouse 4 bandmates, and a roadie traveled in a rental van towards that city with all of our equipment and amps. To get to Omaha, you’re probably going to drive through Council Bluffs, Iowa. I will NEVER forget Council Bluffs, Iowa.

We get out of the car at the liquor store and gas station to get gas, smoke, piss, what have you. And you’re probably thinking “Baron, a lot of gas stations have a small liquor store in rural places” and you’re right. This was a big liquor store that had a small gas station attached to it and above it on a tall post that said “Mall of the Bluffs” which included a Hyvee grocery store up a small hill from there, and an apartment building with NO INTERIOR OR EXTERIOR LIGHTS ON, that had a big advertising sign in front of it that said “FREE RENT INQUIRE INSIDE”

At the pump was a young couple in a sports car, looking nervous as they finish filling up their tank and drive away and from behind the pump just out of view approaches a man I have etched into my memory forever. He murders tractors you see. High as a kite on some stimulant at this very late witching hour. His truck is a beater like every blue and white beater pickup truck you can immediately imagine. He is about 5’10” maybe 250 lbs. he is wearing boots and overalls and nothing else save for 6 plastic barrettes in his hair. The same one that little girls often wear that have the little embossed daisies on them. Facially, he’s Kevin Smith with a ponytail. He starts telling us about all of the tractors he’s torn apart and hauled away with his pickup truck. He starts asking us to guess how much weight the bed of his pickup can carry in broken tractor units. So we say “250 pounds?” Heartily and assuredly he responds “NOPE!” “350 pounds?” “NOPE!” “450 pounds?” “NOPE!”

550 pounds, it was 550 pounds.

We eventually pawn this guy off to the next person burning the midnight oil and carefully leave. My guitar player asked about why the guy had so many barrettes and our drummer, the wisest amongst us said “one for every tractor he’s murdered”

I’ve met some incredible people, rock stars, comic book authors, poets, animators, game developers.

I think about dead tractor guy more than any of them.

The boys are back in town only once a year. Relish this moment.

Finally got around to basing these Grave Guards