Evening all! I hate to start posts by apologising and pleading the Real Life defence, but things have been really busy at work so modelling has dropped behind a little bit. Couple that with my recent rediscovery of Silent Hunter and Das Boot and it's a wonder I get any modelling done at all. I usually get back from work at about 8pm, then an hour's gym/swim leaves me with about three hours per day to myself, so that's usually only about half an hour a day.
Nonetheless, there are a few projects going down the range at the moment - RJW Naval, WW2 Alternate History, and a few Imperial Guard tidbits. I'm even hoping to get a game in next week when me and Headologist go back to our old childhood club for a reunion/game.
But my latest modelling project has a bit of backstory. The model itself is another one of my junior officers, ready to take the place of the others who are killed in battle. I got an email of one of my regular followers, Dai, from over at Lost, Damned and the Stunted, offering a swap. A Rogue Trader Commander model? With arms? Yes please! Later I came up with a selection of heavy weapons and we popped them in the post. Apparently the US-UK postal route is downhill, because the commander turned up in about a week whereas my heavy weapons took nearly two. But they arrived - and what a beautiful model! I decided to save the arms for another model - if I put all my RT parts onto one model it would look a but out of place. So I gave him a rather trendy plasma pistol (firing sideways), and a power fist*.
Painting, and of course fluff, will follow shortly!
There is, of course, a deeper theme here. I've been a blogologist now since Dec 2011, and in that time I've come to appreciate that this is a very distinct little community. Common interest amongst wargamers is nothing new, probably right back to the days when Prussian lieutenants in the mess would sit on a sofa, snacking on schnapps sandwiches and a stein of sauerkraut, swapping some scintillating strategies while smoking a cigarette. But random acts of philanthropy? I never would have thought it. So thankyou to those of you over the year who've donated bitz to the cause, and I'll try and pay back that good karma by giving out if anyone requests a bit.
*Note to self - must invent a new word for power fist. While writing some 40K fiction the other week, I tried to describe a Guardsman smashing a Gretchin with said weapon and could not get the phrase 'gave him a power fisting' out my head for several hours. Not much was written that day.