Friday, 30 December 2016

2,000 views!

What with all the excitement of it being Christmas, I forgot to say that this blog has now had over 2,000 views. Factoring in the presence of me, and of various bots, I reckon that at least 200 people have seen this blog who were neither writing it nor following their programming when they looked at it. That's not bad.

To celebrate this immense achievement, here is another picture of the Wolsung golem in a greater state of completion. I'm in two minds about doing anything further with the base. I've got some wild west casualty models that might look good lying in the wake of the robot's rampage, but I'd worry that they might distract from the main model.


I've also been busy painting the two scientists that I converted last week. They've come out fairly well.The smaller guy on the right is a juve, despite his grey hair. The bloke on the left is some kind of mad professor/supervillain. I've kept pretty much to the existing colour scheme, but not so closely as to make it look like a uniform.



So who are these people, and why are they dressed like that? Well...

Towards the edge of the underhive, just below ground level, there lies a dome of remarkable cleanliness and luxury. It is a cursed place, some say: its entrances are protected by sentry guns, and within its white halls are machines that speak like men. The locals claim that the White Dome was created as a base for one of the great houses from up-hive, or even that it is a hideout for the Adeptus Mechanicus.

The true story is much stranger. Hundreds of years ago, during one of its endless wars of conquest, the Imperium attacked an orbital colony of highly advanced humans, now believed to have been allied to the Tau. The scientists of the orbiter responded by evacuating to deep space. In the confusion, a large number of smaller spacecraft were lost. One of them crashed on Necromunda, ploughing deep into one of the hive cities. 

Years later, the ship's automated systems have animated the crew. Tentatively, the scientists have emerged from their stronghold to trade for equipment, take samples of local wildlife (and citizens) and search for parts with which to fix their ship. The only problem is that, once they finish their repairs and fire the engines up, there is a reasonable chance that the vibrations will shake the neighbouring domes to pieces. But when scholarship and learning are at stake, that's a small price to pay.

Anyhow, I'll see you in 2017, I hope. Happy New Year!

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