Saturday, June 30, 2012

0 Saturday Shout Out #18: Tales of Tabletop Skirmisher

I believe that everyone should have a dream. A dream that no one should ever crush let alone shatter. For me my dream was utterly destroyed by my arch nemesis. If that was not enough he smear the remnants of it all over my furry little face. A Black Void now resides within me. Feeding off of my anguish, sorrow and pity it grows as each day fades into the night. Like a dark vale that covers my eyes I now conceal my true identity. Stalking the shadows of the night I prey upon the dreams of others. I simple don't consume there dream I consume them. I cannot afford to miss even but the slightly ray of hope inside my victims. It is my hope that I win this contest as that would allow me to devour the dreams of all your other followers who have entered into this contest. The sear amount of dreams that I would be able to feed upon would surely counter balance the Black Void. If I cannot win this contest there is little hope for me in this cruel world. Once a hero amongst men. Only to mutate into the evil that I once hunted. I have become my arch nemesis. I am a nightmare that is out of control. I am the BLACK VOID.

The Black Void would be my cosmic horror doppelganger in the universe know as Pulp City.  Here my arch rivial  attempts to stop my corruption and evil.  His latest attempt to prevent me from escaping the anguish that he has imprisoned me in is a PR campaign for himself and pulp city. Celebrating 100,000 hit to my face he is giving away a few prizes to those who join him on his quest for riotousness.  His giveaway has eclipsed my recent contest with the sear amount of swag that he is offering.  In an attempt to stop him I am making a call out to all my fellow villains to steal his precious prizes.  All that you have to do is head on over to Tales of a Tabletop Skirmisher and join his blog.  From here we as the corrupted evil villains that we are will take him down from the inside.  A coup d'├ętat one could say.  From here simply leave him a message on why you should win his precious swag and that is it.  He will never know what him.  A strike against him will set the super heros of Pulp City back for the next 100,000 hits. WAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

0 Tats on Tuesday #5: Lasstranaut

"Appearing like a oasis, in the desert of despair, her lushes long legs stride across the battlefield.  Her appearance is angelic and hypnotizes all those who lay eyes upon her.  Sent to by god himself she scours the galaxy for the souls of the condemned.  Like a brash young gangster she holds twist he wrist to the side and points her finger like she was shooting a gun.  One by one the beauty of those that sin slump to the ground lifelessly.  She does not care what side you are fighting for but rather the purity of your heart.  With only slightest taint of chaos there is no salvation for you or your soul for she is the Lasstranaut."

The Lasstranaut is a character from the awe inspiring Ashley Wood.  She resides not in the World War Robot world, like my previous two tattoos, but rather in the Popbot universe.  Not much is know about her past, present or future.  An angelic enigma that travels the cosmic umbilical cord.   One thing we do know is that pants are an unnecessary evil for all those that ride the cosmic umbilical cord.  The first time you read cosmic umbilical cord you were scratching your head but having to read it two more times probably has you intrigued at the thought of going pant-less.  Regardless of what one wears on their lower half I have chosen the Lasstranaut as means to represent my wife, aka "Kitty".  A strong woman that stand tall behind me no matter what.  Miraculously helping me to banish my daemons no matter the cost to herself.  For me this tattoo is a thrown back to the classic pinup girl with a sci-fiction twist or as some would say a HOTpanda swirl.  The launch of this angelic pinup of an angel is scheduled seven days from now.  If all goes according to plan rumour has it that she may be accompanied by not one but rather two of her dearest friends...

Monday, June 25, 2012

4 Sunday Best #46: The Faces of Chaos

The face of Chaos lurks deep in the roots of our society.  It haunts every man, woman and child to the bone.  Tormenting our souls with its' whispering lies.  And how it lies in wait for a' chance to strike out against the weak and feeble.  Daemons lash out like with malice and Chaos Space Marines strike with fear while the traitors of your own blood stab you in the back.  Each a  servant of Chaos.  Each an extension of its' will.  Each a weapon in its' own right.  Each a face of Chaos.  This weeks' Sunday Best attempts to capture the raw emotion that is seen in the faces Chaos.

Krisken over at Scratchbuilt 40k has chosen to wear the mask of the Daemon.  Mutated beyond the sanity of man his mask twist and curdles with various gods of Chaos.  Haunting images of Nurgle flash forth for a moment of time.  Flicking in out of reality itself he captures the essence of horror with each step he takes.  Not limiting his own emotions to one single god he assaults all of senses with prejudice.  

GMM studios has entombed his face with gene seed of The Chaos Space Marine.  Fusing his soul and those that follow him with raw inhibited rage and hate he turns back the sands of time.  GMM twists the pages of history with the science of the present and the future.  The once dead is now able to walk the planes of humanity.  Lashing out with their pent up rage they desire to have what was theirs.  Unable to conceal their hate or decaying bodies they care little about the ramifications of their acts.

Krautscientist  may appear like your neighbour, your brother or even your own child.  Devious are his ways for he has donned the face of the Traitor.  Turning his back on all that he was taught he forges his own path, no matter the cost.  Betrayal and deceit are his weapons of choice.  Each cutting deeper than the edge of sword.  His motives are purely his own.  Indulging in the raw emotions that he was taught to neglect.  Relishing the pain that he causes the rest of us.

Each of these three men may wear a mask that is different from one another but all them capture the face of Chaos itself.  Their acts may be cruel and lucid to all those that lay their eyes upon them.  Each of them haunts the dream scape of our minds in the cold darkness of the night.  They are what nightmares are made from.   They are the scream that echos from your mouth when you awake in the night.  They are the face of Chaos.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

4 WIP it Wednesday #29: Evolution of Chaos

Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve.  We have pushed the boundaries of evolution by impregnating it with the raw power of the warp.  We are the origin of a species...a species on the brink of extinction.  There is no gene for our faith.  Our own genetic identity is our only true ally if The Ravenous are to survive.

Much like The Ravenous I have been forced to evolve with the times.  With the sudden demise of the Citadel paint range and the abrupt creation of a new species of paints Games Workshop placed my hobby in jeopardy.  Teetering on the edge of annihilation I had no choice but to survive.  Embracing the change in pigmentation I pushed ahead with The Ravenous.  On some accounts the process was made easier by the fact that there were more colours.  On the flip side of the coin I struggled with the identity of what was once familiar.  Long gone were the Delvan Muds and Tinbitz.  Both former staples in the diet of blood wolves known as The Ravenous.   Madness scratched at the insides of my mind as I meticulously confronted each degree of darkness.  Slowly my lucidity blended the old into the new till a new ally was born.

If The Ravenous are to survive the darkness of the grim future they must adapt with the inception of the sixth era of man.  Clouded in rumours and the fog of war I second guess each step I take in the completion of The Ravenous.  Questioning not only their faith but that of my own I wonder if I have made the right choice.  Do I continue painting them on the path I have set them on?  Or would it be better to wait for the dust to settle.  Unable to embrace the patience that is required I force myself down the rabbit hole.  Regardless of how the world around me changes the only true ally that I have is my identity.  For there is no gene for Faith.

Monday, June 18, 2012

0 Sunday Best #45: Monster Mash

"Look! It's moving. It's alive. It's alive... It's alive, it's moving, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE! Oh, in the name of God!...Now I know what it feels like to be God! " I, myself, have felt what it is like to be a good on several occasions.  Corrupting the life essence of an inanimate body into a demonic fiend.  Each time building off the success of the last one while eliminating any previous mistakes.  Each time pushing the boundaries of science and man beyond the cosmic plane of our reality.  Each time creating a monster mash.  This week's Sunday Best are diabolical mad men like Dr. Frankenstein,  each of them creating a monster of their own mash.

Monster #1 - The Marienburg Gazette: Beastmen-Spider-Centaur
Dr. Davey's monsters believe that the blame for their suffering lies with their creator’s cruelty and indifference rather than with something innate in themselves.  They neither beast nor man yet they are treated as outsiders by both.  Scuttling on the fringes of society they hug it's shadows for the safety it provides.  Fear and horror are they are able to invoke in others.  Filled with rage and contempt they lash out with their pinchers as weapons of despair.

Monster #2 - Twin Linked Awesome: Crypteks
Dr.  Lantz has drank from the cup of life and was poisoned forever.  Surrounding him in a dense and frightful blanket of darkness.  Penetrated by no light but the glimmer of an the eyes that glared upon him.  He knows from where they came, for he was the one who brought these abominations into this world.  Each one more machine than man but each one possessing the cruelty and malice of man.  Each one a harbinger of suffering.
Monster #3 - Spikey Rat Pack: Twins
Dr. okkiW is without peers or morales.  He disregards the boundaries of society and the consequence that it will label him with.  Deformed in mind like his creation is in body they share the hatred of all those that look upon them.  Shackled by the life of cruelty they are unable to shake off the monkey on their backs.  Inundated by the mutation of benevolence to malice they live "in a world full of pain. Where love is blind and words are left in vain. Where trust is lost and never to be gained" (Danielle Butler).

Each one of these scientist have rejected their own creations by not giving any of them a name.  Instead they refer to them with words of hate and disdain.  The reason for this is that each of them know that man is an unforgiving beast who is can easily transform into a green eyed monster at no more than a batt of an eye.  The raw power that each of their monster mashes possesses tempts the morales of all those that surround them.  Longing to imprison them into a life of slavery and solitude.  Waning to control themselves like the beast they wish to shackle they out in fear.  For deep down inside all of us is a monster of our own free will.

Friday, June 15, 2012

6 Project WWR: Sneak Peak

one by one they march
synchronized in death
vanquishing all life

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

0 Tats on Tuesday #4: Act II

Forgive me Father for I have sinned...I have once again indulged my senses with the titillating act of a tattoo.  Before you judge me I ask that you hear me out first.  I did not in any way or form get a tattoo of you or any of your relatives, including the holy mother, your son or any of their friends.  Hell...pardon me I mean heck I did not even get a tattoo of your old friend Lucifer.  No, I stuck to my guns or in this case my zombies and robots.
Before you start to cast me down into the burning pits of hell, I beg you to listen to what this tattoo represents.  It goes deeper than it's decaying skin for it represents the demons that I have faced in my life.  Much like how a tattoo is permanent, I will always have a demon or two that I am going to be battling.  The fact that this undead fiend is depicted as solider only adds to the overall symbology.  For I  have been in the infantry for the past eleven years and hope to last another fourteen before I graciously retire. I felt like my days were numbered when I was getting this inked onto my tender milky white skin.  Five hours for any tattoo is feat of strength in my books but to get one over your skin is one experience I would not recommend my enemies to go through.  This undead solider clawed at my skin as the needles brought him to life.  Scratching and tearing at my flesh till it bleed like your son did for the rest of us.  Well, not that much but enough that I was light headed when all was said and done.

Well speaking of done I guess it's time for me to head on down to legions of underworld.  As I traverse the nine layers of hell, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.  Just incase you cannot though I just wanted to let you know that I will be looking for inspiration for my next tattoo.   The way I see it, I am going to have to project one hell of a tough guy image if I am going to survive Dante's inferno.

Monday, June 11, 2012

3 Sunday Best #44: Contests that Need YOU!!!

"There will be a substantial reward for the one who finds the Millenium Falcon. You are free to use any methods necessary but I want them alive - no disintegrations! " Just like when Dark Vader employed Boba Fett the Bounty Hunter this week's Sunday Best are dangling a substantial carrot above your heads.  The following three bloggers (especially the third one) each hope to recruit YOU for their cause or in this case their blog.
Contest #1 - The Shell Case: Create a Space Marine Chapter Contest
Phil is hoping to expand The Shell Case Alliance by recruiting the gene seed you were created from.  He wants each and everyone of us who is up to the challenge to design their own Space Marine Chapter.  To help get your creative juices following he is offering the winner of his contest a free painted Space Marine in the chapter colours that they designed.  Like how the Dark Lord hired a master bounty hunter, Phil has hired a master of his own.  He has teamed up with his follow comrade in arms, Hugo, from Ichiban Painting Studio to Carbon Freeze a Space Marine in the colours you deigned.  Dig deep my friends for the force is inside each and every one of you.

Contest #2 - Frontline Gamer: 700 Followers, Time for the Blood Maw Vore...
Frontline Gamer clearly has surrounded himself with a Empire of his own.  Seven hundred followers is without a doubt an army of stormtroopers.  Amongst one of these clones their is one individual that is not who they appear to be.  That stormtrooper could be you, if you take the time to join his cause, by embracing the Dark Side.  If you are chosen you will be reward with a Rancor Monster of your very own.  "This will be a [blog] long remembered. It has seen the end of Kenobi, and will soon see the end of the rebellion.

Contest #3 - The Chaos Manifesto: 200th Post by ME and a Give away from ME!!
This blog author's morbid obesity and rampant corruption is akin to the one and only Jabba the Hutt.  Not ashamed to plug his own blog in his own weekly themed top-X, HOTpanda the Hutt demonstrates his lack of moral judgement.  Dangling both the universal gift of cold hard cash and a mystery prize, HOTpanda clearly hopes to expand his syndicate of criminals, bounty hunters, smugglers, assassins, and bodyguards. As Han Solo puts it in Return of the Jedi, [HOTpanda] is a "slimy piece of worm-ridden filth."  If you can get past this and all of his rolls then perhaps this contest and blog is for you.

Each of these three CONTESTS hope to prey upon the dark side of your inner personality.  Through the temptation of free models and cash these Bloggers have no qualms about using a Death Star to disintegrate an entire planet and bribery to expand their follower base.  I highly encourage all you to join their cause, especially HOTpanda the Hutt's criminal enterprise, The Chaos Manifesto.   I wish all you the best of luck and "may the force be with you."

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Sunday, June 3, 2012

2 Sunday Best #43: I Did It My Way

"For what is a man, what has he got?  If not himself, then he has naught.  To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels.  The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!"
The immortal words of the legend known as Frank Sinatra moans volumes about the way he lived his life and continues to do so.  This week's Sunday Best have demonstrated that they have not only taken Franks advice but have thrown caution to wind and have spit in the face of Games Workshops while they were at it.  Just like the big cheese in the Rat Pack, they each have done it their way.

Rat #1 - Joe Saves the Day @ the Painting Table: Plasma Webway Portals
Joe has not only covered Games Workshops face in a giant lugee but he has trampled their face with a marauding pack of wild beast.  How exactly did he manage to get these monstrosities to stomp their skull inside out while he was spitting on them?  Well Joe clearly has thrown a rave party for them.  He claims that Frank Sinatra's song "Dancing in the Dark" as the driving force behind creating his glowing webway portals.  Games Workshop should be glad that their faces were stomped otherwise they would be holding their heads down in shame thanks to Joe doing it his way.

Rat #2 - Excommunicate Tratoris: Bran Redmaw
Karitas this past week was left wondering how he should go about modelling up a figure to represent Bran Redmaw.  Obviously with Games Workshop lack of a dedicated model he has not choice but to do it his way.  He did have to face the curtain call when it came to his hair style.  An inkling in him pondered if his hair was "Gone with the Wind" or if he should have a full head of hair like any decent crooner?  
Rat #3 - Scratchbuilt 40K: Making the Fluff Fit Your Army
Krisken loathed the fact that Games Workshop had handcuff the fluff behind his demons into concrete images.  Not one to be stuck in a moment, he sought a way around his predicament by turning the table on Games Workshop.  He ended up turning it so hard that he knocked them off their feet.  It wasn't the high notes or or his snappy clothes but rather his ability to do it his way that lead him to his latest creation.  Each of these "Poor Butterflies" may be hideous in nature but the shear ingenuity behind them is what drives them down Broadway.

Each of these dirty little rat fully acknowledges the life style of Frank Sinatra by doing things their way.  They are "for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers, or a bottle of Jack Daniels."  They each understood that "Fear is the enemy of Logic" and that they had the power of Grey Skull in their hands to abuse...Oh wait this was suppose to be about Frank Sinatra not Heman Master of the Universe...Where was I...not quite sure...I guess I'm about to face the final curtain call.   I can only hope that you will let the record show that you too took the the blows and did it your way.

21 200th Post by ME and a Give away from ME!!

PANDA PARADE!!!  With it being my 200th post I  figure what better way to celebrate it then with 200 of my own kind.  That's right I could care less if any of you bloggers out there wanted to celebrate my 200th post with me or not.  It wasn't like any of you were going to go hey I noticed that your next post is a significant milestone and I was wondering if you wanted to have me throw a party for you?  Didn't think so especially since I did not share any of delicious cake with any of you last time I threw a posting bash.  Just sit back and watch me and my fellow pandas parade on past.  Do not think for one minute though that we are going to clean up after ourselves.  Between the booze and the spicy thai food we ate, consider all ground we cover to be scorched earth.  There is just way too many of us for any nation to handle.  Reap the whirl wind blog-o-sphere!!!
My World Wildlife Fighters are not just here to simple march in a parade but rather follow in the footsteps of the Orangeman by causing pure unadulterated PANDAMONIUM!!! Cue the the echo please...ONIUM...ONIUM...ONIUM!!!  Between pile-driving neck breakers and folding chair cheap shots, I hope to keep the Chaos in The Chaos Manifesto.  Me and my 200 pandas, yes I have bad grammar but I feel that my status as supreme HOTpanda overrides your petty english grievances.  Where was I before you interrupted me...Oh yes ME and my 200 pandas well be throwing not only chairs and cheap shot but a bash to be remembered till my next blogging milestone.  To help incite the Catholics and animal haters in the crowds, thats you Roy Horn and Sea World Trainers, I'm going to be giving away one times Games Workshop Gift certificate to one lucky follower of The Chaos Manifesto.  How much though will depend on how much damage you as my followers can solicit. Here is how I will determine how much to make that gift certificate out for:
00-19 New Members = $10
20-29 New Members = $20
30-39 New Members = $30
40-49 New Members = $40
50-up New Members = $50
So as you can see the bigger you can make your crowd the bigger the prize will be (I am at 135 followers currently).  In the end I challenge you as my followers to try and match my 200 pandas.  To help facilitate your cause, which is ultimately my cause, I will up the chaos by giving away a mystery prize.  To qualify for this unknown prize which could be, a carton of rotten eggs, a bloody nose, a new box set of plastic or even a sign portrait of me, you must help perpetuate the violence through a blog post.  To be specific you will be recruiting more rioters by publishing a shout out post about my this contest (and a comment on a blog post informing me of it).   Friday 13th of July will be when the body count is tallied, when the blood stains are washed off the streets and when I will draw the winners for both prizes.    So that is two prizes that are up for grabs for two of my rioting followers.  So spread the good word and let the PANDAMONIUM begin!!!