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Every time I look at the SAP model I crack up... Great stuff, please keep it coming!

Cheers guys!

I hope to have some updates up at the weekend sometime as I'm reworking the command squad by adding jump packs.

In the meantime back in crazyville...


The Greatest Disaster Since the Last Greatest Disaster!

Seeing as all the STC templates for their vehicles had been destroyed along with ninety percent of the Chapter itself they knew that should the Adeptus Mechanicus find out then they was bound to get in trouble.
It was decided that they would have to start from scratch creating vehicles of their own design that might pass for the originals from a distance...if you sort of squinted at them...through thick fog...well, maybe if you closed one eye completely and it was extremely dark or you were blind drunk.
So while the Chapter Master set about stalling the Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus the rest of the Chapter set about creating new vehicles assisted by the Servitors and Chapter Serfs Union (who mysteriously never lost anyone in the destruction of their homeworld).


The "Fire Magnet" Pattern Predator

This is the first of the vehicles for the chapter. I'm starting off with the "Foe-Fether" pattern twin linked las-cannon for the turret and am scratchbuilding everything except the wheels and the tracks which I'm scrounging from my bits box.








WIP Fire Magnet Pattern Predator Annihilator.






The Holy High Order of the Secret Hidden Truth that is Hidden.

Brother Target-Practice had no prior knowledge of the existance of this area of the fortress monastery or the fate that lay before him deep within its bowels. Silently and cautiously he followed the robed power armoured figure through the dark winding passages. Ancient and terrible gargoyles engraved by an unknown hand leering at him from the bulkheads through dark shadows cast by the suppressed lighting conditions.
Few had ever passed this way since the creation of the order, only a select few even knowing its existence and even fewer knew of the exact location of their hidden chapter house. A legend within the ranks of the clones told only in awed whispers, no-one knew of the order’s origins or true purpose.
The figure in front stumbled forwards slightly before slowly and grimly turning the visor of his Mk II crusader helm to face him. The eyes glowed menacingly in the dark.
Target-Practice looked down to see that stepped on the back of his guide’s robe.

“Sorry…” He smiled nervously as he lifted his foot off the floor releasing the snagged cloth from underneath his power armoured boot.
Slowly the figure turned and continued along the path ahead muttering to himself.

The Ante-chamber was a lot smaller than he’d been expecting if he’d been entirely honest with himself. It wasn’t as grandiose and awe inspiring as he had imagined it would be. In fact if he had one word that could best describe it at that point it would have been ‘cosy’.

Around the walls, assembled in a great semi-circle facing inwards shrouded by their hooded robes were the esteemed members of the Order. Stood before them at the front of the assembly behind a lectern towered the ominous form of the Master of Ceremonies.

“The supplicant shall receive the holy garments of our blessed order so that he might smite the foul terrors of darkness and strike fear into the hearts of the impure!” The Master of Ceremonies voice boomed out dramatically across the ante-chamber without warning or introduction.
Brother Target-Practice accepted the robes given to him by his mysterious guide.

“And now the supplicant shall read from the label adorning his garments of office his new name granted to him by the holy powers on high!” The Master proclaimed.

Nervously Target-Practice stared down at the robe; he struggled to make out the arcane lettering in the dim light of the ceremonial chamber.

“D…no wait a second…D…R….” He muttered as he pulled the robe closer to his face, turning it in his hands as he tried to catch the light “D…R…DRY…DRY CLEAN ONLY!” He said out loud rather proud of himself.

“Arise Brother Dry-Clean-Only…” The Master’s voice boomed out once more.

“No…wait a minute…I’ve…I’ve read the wrong label…” Target-Practice stammered in protest.

“Brothers let us welcome Brother Dry-Clean-Only to the embrace of our holiest of orders! Guardians of the Hidden Truth that is Hidden and most trusted protectors of the great secret.” The Master proclaimed.

“Erm…excuse me…there’s been a bit of a mistake here…I think I read the wrong label…” Target-Practice continued to protest despite the roar of his fellow members of the order “…it actually says Shadow-Stalker here on the front…”

“Sorry?” The Master looked down from the pulpit in bemusement as a hush fell over the congregation.

“The label clearly says Shadow-Stalker; I think I read out the cleaning instructions by mistake!”

One of the armoured figures flanking the Master leant over when beckoned and the two muttered to each other in whispered conference.

“Well, we’re not really sure what we should do, nothing like this has happened before…” The Master said a little bemused “you see it’s all about tradition really when it boils down to it. We’ve finished the ceremony now…so I’m afraid that’s all there is to it!”

“But Shadow-Stalker is a much better name, how am I to strike fear into the hearts of the impure when I’m called Dry-Clean-Only?” Target-Practice complained “You might as well as just have named me Brother Towel or…or…or Brother Toilet-Brush!”

The argument was interrupted by the clatter of a pewter tankard being thrown to the floor in anger followed by a loud bang as the ante-chamber door was slammed shut.

“Oh well done,” The Master groaned “I hope you’re happy now you’ve gone and upset Brother Toilet-Brush!”

Target-Practice felt the eyes of the entire assembly glaring at him.

“Maybe Dry-Clean-Only isn’t so bad after all…” He smiled sheepishly as he started to pull the robe over one arm.

Doghouse, this is amazing! One of the best blogs I've seen! Great fluff and modelling! Have a (virtual) pat on the back...

Thanks mate!

I'll hopefully be updating this afternoon with the wip first squad (got a bit bogged down with giving the dog a much needed hair cut in this heat) and will start painting tonight.

Hehe, winsauce in all senses of the term

Pure awsome!!!

Keep it up

love your stuff , really cool

This blog is so awesome you just redefined WIN.

Damm I missed this army. xD
Some of the best fluff I've read (along with Angry Marines) and with models depicting the fluff.

Nice to see the project back on track.

You're a fething genius. Bookmarked on my browser!

Dude, your chapter is the best chapter I've ever seen. You have nailed the "funny space marine" concept on the head, and I applaud you.

The ork is priceless.

You officially created the best thing on the intrawebz.

FUNNY STUFF HERE! THE BANNER CRACKS ME UP!

I laughed so I hard I cried at the "Rations" part. Keep up the good work!

Cheers guys!

This army is going to get me officially locked up one of these days!

I'll be updating soon so stay tuned.

Omg, that scout in the bushes was done perfectly. I wanna try that so badly.

Great stuff how big must those potatoes be to stamp a design on a marines shoulder pad

...this thread is pure gold...

at first i was hesitant to check it out because the name made me think 'dead end rookie blog' or 'all fluff and no stuff', but this is brilliant...

i especially love the thunderhammer guy...
just a warning, i may or may not use that leg positioning for a future model...


for the first time, i will be adding a thread to my sub list...

Best army ever!!!!

I agree with the above post, and will add that this is the most funny and faboulus work I've seen.

I just read this whole thread, giggling to myself in the dark while my poor girlfriend is trying to sleep several feet away. The models and fluff are excellent! It's worth the stuff being thrown at me from the nightstand.