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Handbag of Joy
In this thread members who signed up for the 'event' will be required to post each month - on the 15th of the month the following items:
* A picture of 200pts worth of miniatures that they have painted for the month's challenge
* A picture of the entire army that they have painted thus far.
In addition, members are allowed to post any fluff or list that they have selected to use or comments which they decide to post. They are also allowed to have their own WIP blogs, but still must post the images in this thread.
Just a quick reminder, everyone - If you paint more than 200 points in a month, Kudos to ya. However, for the purposes of this project, please limit your monthly entries to as close to 200 points as you can muster, going a bit over in favor of being a bit under of course.
The following members have chosen to do a 40k army:
Cyric the Mad
Iron Tigers DIY Space Marine Chapter
Imperial Guard with Grey Knight Allies
Renegade Marines (Chaos)
Best of luck to you all! Deadline is.... 15th September
Ok, this months entry is ready but I have had a photo malfunction. Or rather I took pictures of the wrong combinations of models so you are going to have to bear with me. This months entry is ten Raptors with two carrying Flamers.
Thats, 210 points.
You have to pick them out of the following images which include the AC with powerfist and my Sorceror who are next month's entry. So please pretend that you can't see them. I did forget to take an army shot so if I can be forgiven I will post one in my Project thread later this evening when the car with my army in the back is back and I can pull out the models.
Here are the Raptors. Remember they are renegade so please don't mention their lack of spikes and or wings...
Phew. This is tough.
I hate to do this. In fact, I've made it an excellent practice not to do this. But oh well, here we go.
I got a new job, got sick, and generally putzed around. Add to that the general fear and loathing that comes from a new SM codex around the bend, and the vague anxiety of not knowing what kind of list I really want. Ah well, excuses excuses.
Thus I play the Joker this month.
After painting hordes of guardsmen, I present to you a character. Inquisitor Cocheeze.
Coming in at a cool 210 points all on his lonesome. –No, seriously. With all the keen wargear, psychic hoods and powers... He’s a cash cow if the enemy can put a bolter round in his melon. And frankly, he’s not even all that great in HTH. Oh well. Cool mini though.
I’ve actually got half of this guys retinue painted. But half just aint gonna cut it here. You’ll see all them guys next month… or their pimp ride… or an armored fist… or demolisher… or basilisks… or…
Finally got those veterans done. Here they be:
That's 210 points worth of vets for the month. And the entire army so far:
Alright... here we go.
I started this month's entry quite early sitting down to paint my humble terminators. As I finished the first model I noticed a glint coming from the outside premises through my window. At first I ignored this as it seemed not worthy of any further attention. This was my first mistake.
Before I knew it or had realized it myself a Rhinoceros five to ten times larger than myself charged through my bedroom wall, the wall collapsing under its lacking support and crumbling in lethal pieces around the beast, its toughened hide easily waving the debris as if nothing but falling leaves. In my panicked state of mind I threw myself towards the door barely avoiding the tank that was to bane my painting efforts. My mind was set on a single thought, survival. I began to think of all the events of my life, the downs, the ups along with all of the emotions and experiences I had yet to experience and of those I had experienced in the fullest. All this within the space of seconds as the beast turned its muscled neck in a slowing arc, its horn eventually lining up to what I was sure was its target, my life. Without a second thought I ran, ran for my life out towards the streets, where I hoped help would greet me as soon as possible. I swerved past the front door into the path walk my ears only hearing the few and heavy footsteps my assassin laid down.
My foot hit the street floor, the hard concrete feel like a splash of water, rejuvenating my senses and energies in preparation for this chase I was surely to be part of. Or maybe that was adrenalin. The first twenty feet cleared within seconds of running I turned my head around to be sure of the horror chasing my mortality in close pursuit. Instead, nothing, not a sound, not a rhino in sight. My pace slowed itself to a dead stop, my mind switching on again only to fill with quizzical thoughts about the situation.
'Was I imagining it, is it gone, am I insane, did the neighbors notice?'.
I knew none of these answers and finding out was opposed to my instincts yet my inner curiosity left me no choice, I needed to go back, I needed to know what was to happen or what did happen to what only seconds before had threatened my being in every physical sense.
'Is is dead, was I only pseudo stopping myself from completing my painting commitments?'
The questions did not stop, every step of the way back arose a new set of them, each more unanswerable than the last.
I peeked my head around the corner and into the path walk. There it was, in complete silence sitting there in front of my house, just shy of the front door. The questions I had been asking myself now distorted into different meanings and contexts, reshaping themselves as I tried desperately to analyze the situation and what had happened to me without losing all touch with my own reality. I thought to myself,
'I'm not crazy, this definitively does not happen on a regular day to day basis, this is in fact the first time I have ever seen or heard of a rhinoceros within the suburbs of the city of Sydney, in Australia even.'
Before I could continue on my pondering the grey beast rose to an alerting stance and before I could even react was halfway down the path walk, its horn ever so dangerous, the angel of death and bludgeoning winking from within. Since I had already thought upon my life previously I was left with nothing more than mental flashes of the thousands of different and painful ways in which my life was to end today. Once more, and with ever so much more feeling, I ran down the street, the old and compact housing around me fading into a blur as I let my fleeting feet carry me away from my fears and towards anywhere else which would render me safe, hopefully.
This time it was different, this time the beast was doing exactly what I had expected from it in the beginning, it was charging at speeds I was amazed I was able to keep up with for as long as I had. In all the fear and crying I was engaged into at the time I had not noticed the absence of people on these streets I ran through for dear life. Not a single soul, not even a wandering stranger to quench my needs for assistance. I finally arrived at the end of the street, exhausted, wishing for any position in the world at the moment but this one as I knew only seconds were left for me to reflect upon my living time on this earth, precious few seconds as its murderous horn came ever menacingly closer. My thoughts were no longer questions but regrets, anything to blame this happening on. Smoking was a strong candidate as had I not begun the habit so early in life my endurance would have most likely been substantially more adequate for my escape. The list was short due to the time limit I had to put thought into it and it is then that I chose my action. My last action, everyone has one in the face of certain death and its use varies dramatically from person to person. Some scream, some swear, some soil themselves. I was to close my eyes and clench my jaw, hoping for the pain to be over quickly. Right there and then, I accepted my mortality and was ready to end it all... to die.
A breeze fell upon my skin, gentle and cooling as all of the best spring breezes were known to be. For a second I hesitated to open my eyes again, to see into the eyes of that of which was to end my existence. A few seconds past and the urge to see began to eat away at me, where was my end, that tragic and violent second of agony and dismemberment. Was the beast mocking me, waiting for me to see its collosal glory before I was to be stamped out so easily?
'How dare it !', I thought, 'Does it think my soul so insignificant on this planet that it must make me aware of my own helplessness to stop him?'
My mind fell into a blank.
'So be it...'
I opened my eyes as if waking from a long slumber. There in front of me laid the last thing I would have ever expected, Nothing.
There was no trace of this maddened animal anywhere but on the floor as obvious foot markings told a story that confused me in the deepest of meanings. The beast had kept running down the street, passing me and simply dissapearing around the corner of the next street. The trauma I had suffered left me no choice but to leave it be and hopefully never have to hear or see the beast in the future. With that I made my way back home, perhaps the original scene was to enlighten me a little onto what had been the reasons for this happening. I did not bother using the front door as the hole in the wall a charging rhino had left was plenty wide for use as an entrance. I knew not what to do, report this perhaps, or perhaps not in fear of ending up forced into an asylum and so I simply shrugged, beginning to gather my materials so that I may reorganize my room and move on from these life changing last ten minutes. As I finished picking up the pieces of what project I was working on a thought struck me as hard as lightning and with twice the punch,
'That rhino stole my paintbrushes !' D:
And so I play a joker this month of September. I'm 18 today by the way.^^
Last edited by Handbag of Joy; September 16th, 2008 at 10:49.
Originally Posted by swntzu
Happy birthday, Handbag! Reason enough for a joker! Cyric, Tweaker, Pete, and Zara, your stuff, I had to notice that your stuff all stood out this month as particularly good. I really liked all of them.
Last edited by Tekore; September 16th, 2008 at 11:19.
Curiously enough, 3 of the 4 of us with entries this month completed 210 points. And the one who didn't complete 210 points completed 209 - slacker
That was by far the best joker excuse to date - realizing of course that had you not used the whole word "rhinoceros" early on there would have been plenty of us trying to figure out if you meant an animal or a tank.
So this thread will stay open for a couple more days for one reason with two parts. We've got two things that need to be put to a vote here:
1. GLD1 has requested amnesty this month, citing a personal injury he has suffered. His description of it via PM sounds quite painful. But since this is a group project, I'll put it to a vote - who among you feels that GLD, given his condition and the fact that he contacted me before the deadline, deserves an extension on this deadline?
2. Handbag came up with a very well-done joker excuse this month and I'm inclined to give him a freebie because of it. How find you?
Please note that only votes made by members of this project will count, though I'm willing to hear all opinions.
I voted for the Amnesty. I think that the project will benefit from being forgiving at this point in the procedings. While it is great to know that you have overcome the challenge without help we all need to accept that sometimes we all need a little bit of help from our friends.
I also recognise that I may end up requesting amnesty myself at some point in the future so I am voting for a double extension. Forgive the blighters, the only condition being that they both still need to finish on time!
My vote is cast.
Oh and thanks for the big up from Tekore! Its appreciated. I think we all did pretty well this month. Although Cyric did miss one set of feet, with his extraordinary highlighting ability.