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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Avast! Adepticon is a couple days away and the Royal Navy is ready to take the fight to those pirate scally wags.
The Sacking of Panama
The Sacking of Panama
Check back for Adepticon coverage!
Sunday, March 23, 2014
For game play, all of the flat ground will be regular terrain to facilitate faster flank play. Just have to maneuver around the rocky outcroppings.
Adepticon is just days away so check back for post event coverage and battle shots of Bolt Action forces battling for supremacy of the airfield.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Knocking those snakes out of my boots!
Back in the brisk winter vortex. The scorpions froze. As always at events, I plan on taking so many more pictures but that never happens. So here are a couple with some quick recaps. One of the locals took some of those newfangled Ipad videos of the event so I will link to those.
This then lead to the back drop. (Excuse the artist beret) Having limited knowledge of the Western Europe propaganda from the war, I began looking into pacific such documents.
Something that began as a google search turned into a split perspective of the realities/false hoods of the war. The monstrous image and vilifying of the Japanese people through the US propaganda contrasts with the models being a representation of soldiers. Just like any other nationality.
The previously posted casualty models fit as well. While it may have something to do with just being bored with the stock models. They also are a reminded of what we are representing on the table top and the sacrifices of war.
End Artist rant. Now for the coverage. Ken Burns forgives the blurry photos, you should too.
Great venue, food, and prize support.
Gathering in the Desert
Youtube video recaps.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Respect is earned, not given.
That is my quote of the year. It applies to all facets of life and should never be underestimated when considering who you follow and who follows you.
So I made waffles. And when there is waffles you need syrup. Not having syrup the only maple item in the cabinet was Knob Creek's Maple aged. Thus my new greatest tradition was born, waffles and whiskey. Mind blown.
The aforementioned mind blown model comes from my sniper team.
A little custom sculpted jungle suit for these guys. I think his spotter may have to go back to IJA school of not standing up when you see a bad guy...
Our fearless leader of these rising sun warriors is....
A very unique display board was thrown together for this force. Something off the wall and could be too artsy but will show that off after next weeks trip to the desert. Arizona, valley of the sun meet the rising sun!
Friday, January 31, 2014
This is the Department of Motor Vehicles! Tonight we dine in hell!
An approaching birthday. An expiring license. The fate of an empire. For that was the attitude I had adopted and built up when dreading my trip to the Chicago DMV. I had been putting it off for weeks, furthering the legions of doom that I knew would await me in that state office. My fate could not be put off any longer.
I awoke knowing how the day would end. I prepared myself to fight my way through the crowds of document-less novices, hard of hearing elderly, and government employees on the edge of going postal. This was a fight for my life; the only outcome sealed. I would conquer the lines and become an official Illinois resident or I would come back on the hood of my car, peppered with red taped arrows...
I was in for a surprise. A shock I never saw coming. There were no lines. One foot inside the door they had greeters ready to answer questions and direct you to the correct lines. The supposedly grotesque and deformed government workers were kind and helpful.
I quickly moved about the different departments in neat and useful passage ways directed by more signs than a highway work zone. Around every corner I readied myself. Ready to fight and die against any number of masked immortals armed with those heavy duty government stampers. But none were to be found.
I left feeling empty and disappointed. Apart from joining in the people watching spectacle of the century; seriously it is like the worst 20 year high school reunion ever imaginable, where no one remembers peoples names but just looks completely out of place. I wanted a fight, I wanted to brave hours of gruesome lines where you need to bring a weeks worth of rations to just to make it to the next step. But they robbed me. They robbed me of my battle. A cheap whore they just kicked to the curb. I guess this state has gotten soft.
With all the free time I know had from NOT being at war in the DMV. I got to painting some more IJA sqauds. Today was the combined arms of an Imperial Grenadier squad. These Type B squads were bigger with 16 men and, per the Bolt Action rules, 3 can be armed with the "knee" mortar. 3 peers become the loader man.
Up next, a veteran jungle fighter squad, sniper, flame thrower, and an anti tank gun team.
I found this awesome gem as well. Enjoy!