Thursday, January 31, 2013

3 Haiku Thursday #60: Sultan

Sultan of the sea
murky waters humble me
drowning with the trees

4 WIP it Wednesday #35 - 30 Day of Night

Thirty days of nights have past since I first embarked on a the road to GottaCON 2013.  The preparation for such a journey was unprecedented and I was not sure if I could survive the task at hand.  Surrounded by darkness I trudged blinded towards the end of the tunnel.  Not able to see the light of day I wonder many times if I was even making any progress towards my goal.  Today, for the first time, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
 More specifically, I know that I will be going to GottaCON 2013 with a fully painted army.  No I have not quite finished painting my models but the list of things to do are diminutive when compared to what I have accomplished.  Ninety six infantry models painted and ready for battle.  With touch ups and some basing work left on my plate I have paused to sit back in delight.  Not wanting to languish in my accomplishments I have made a list of the monkeys on my back.

29 Jan - Basing
30 Jan - Basing
31 Jan - List, Back Story & Psychic Card Print Outs
01 Feb - Final Prep and rule refresher
In the end this project took conception on the 21 Nov 2012 with the birth of my army list.  Delivering the army to term over the next seventy days was a surreal task.  Factoring in that I was missing in action in Vietnam for just over half of those days and one can begin to understand the burden of my army.  In the end I painted one hundred and one infantry models and a Vendetta to boot.  Breathing a sigh of relief I now pet the monkey that was formerly clinging to my back.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

8 WIP it Wednesday #34: The Sweatshop

Labouring away like a sexually abused panda in an asian sweatshop, is what my mind thinks it has gone through these past four days. Perhaps it was the tranquillizers they gave me; then again it could be the opium that is coursing through my veins.  Either way I am in a state of delirium from the plethora of side effects that currently ail me.  Looking back over my furry shoulder I wonder how I ended up in this situation.  Each time I end up with two conclusions; me signing up for Gottacon 2013 (local tournament) or a donut attack.  Obviously the chances of a donut attack are slim to none thus leaving option one as the most probable answer.
Probability is the furthest thing from my reality at this time.  It's as if common sense has flown right out the window.  I have been tirelessly putting in a minimum of 6 hrs a day in hopes to have my 1750pt army of blood frenzied, traitorous Space Wolves and their renegade Imperial Guard allies, painted up for Gottacon 2013.  The tournament kicks off on the first of February and runs till the the third February.  I signed up back at the end of December leaving me just over sixty days to prepare.  Unfortunately my trip into the humid jungles of Vietnam ate up half of those days.  So as you can see, time is crunching down onto my life as I attempt to have the army ready to hit the tables.  What exactly does my army consist of you ask?  Well let me paint you the picture; fifty two guardsmen, forty nine Space Wolves and one Vendetta.  Essentially a crap tone of footsloggers.  Not one to simply slap some paint half hazardly onto my models I am hoping to maintain what I would consider an above average table top quality of a army.
Gazing upon the mess of plastic and paint laid out before my desk I sense the anxiety of task I have before me.  Simply writing this post is waste of my precious hobby time yet part of me feels that the reflection is worth the chance to escape the madness.  I have to say that I am quite proud of what my eyes are gazing upon.  Everything seems to flow from one model to the next while each individual model is unique on its own merits.  Small conversion thrive throughout the army with a heavy focus on the theme of individuality.  Each model is unique and those that do not cover their face in that of a helmet have a face to call their own.  I often find myself lost in an hypnotic trace as my mind traces the features of each individual model.  Each one calling out to me like a siren in the night.  Begging me to bath them in the blood of Khorne.  The burden of the task snaps me out of my hypnotic state and weighs down on me heavily. I slide back into my hobby chair for yet another session at the sweatshop.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

0 Return of the HOtpanda

"From the ashes of death after a long time away the evil that is HOTpanda returns." While this post may not be filed with gory images of my victims or eye popping candy photos of the models I am working on it is filled with my gratitude. Giving is something foreign to me as I prefer to take the souls of prey. However I feel that I owe much gratitude to those cultists that are devoted to my cause. You are the ones who fuel the fire under my furry little paws. I humbly bow down before each of you giving praises for visiting The Chaos Manifesto. Even with my disappearance into the eye of terror for the past three weeks the pages if the manifesto have been scoured diligently over and over each day. This humbles me and gives me hope for what the Gods of Chaos have in store for me.