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Yeah, I have NO idea why they are called that. But... yep... that's what they're called.

I think it's someone's idea of a twisted joke or something.

It's called a manure spreader

Thats the one dsteingass - They have a proper countryside smell and leave fertility in their wake...

I don't think they make a scale model muck spreader though.

Honey? best just not to think about it I guess

Yeah, they're probably called that here too, but that's not what anyone actually calls them, they're muckspreaders to us


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Hmm, Britains probably have one in their die-cast range...


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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Britains-42080-Samson-Manure-Spreader/dp/B0007WTZG6

http://www.scalefarm.com/09575_discontinued-britains_britains_howard_rotary_manure_spreader.htm

...That is the joke of calling it a honey-wagon in slang

My kid has one for his toy farm. The articulated crop sprayer is also most impressive. Incidentally, @mt, kudos on the izzard reference. 10 points.

Lovely work as always, Weety. Dying to see your work on the Spyrers, i need inspiration for my Patriarch.

Reallynice work. Looking forward to the Spyrers,... are you aware that the first edition Tau codex has a list of vocabulary. The Tau word for flight is Yeldi and the word for Strength is Orrus

Brother Paen wrote:Reallynice work. Looking forward to the Spyrers,... are you aware that the first edition Tau codex has a list of vocabulary. The Tau word for flight is Yeldi and the word for Strength is Orrus

The first Tau codex claimed that they made the Spyrer suits but GW dropped it out of regular canon so we don't know if it's true currently. I'm delving into the back story for my Necromunda gang who are heavily influenced by the Tau.

I won't get into it so we don't get OT but most of the information i collected and the start of my fluff are in these threads:
Necromunda Noble Houses
Casey's Necromunda Gang: La'Rua 005

You've got to admit...compared to the bleakness of Imperial 40k worlds, the Tau way of thinking probably appeals to a lot of people, especially those with wealth.

well it took me a long time, but i got through it all.... before reading this i always thought old models where not for me, well how wrong i was.. i am so envious of most of these models (munda,IG,and squats) not to mention i love your pottery! now that i am finaly caught up i can watch this thread in real time!

Ah well its not really moving very fast in real time rogue wolves... I keep having to go to this horrible invention they call 'work' to earn 'money'. But I have finished a nice genestealer hybrid and will get photographing after work. Thanks for looking and I'm glad I could expand your appreciation of oldschool miniatures.

Brother paen - I did not know that. The tau are all a bit new to me - but it would explain why the spyrer suits are so high tech (I first thought maybe they were stolen eldar tech)

Casy's law - I haven't decided what colour (or combination thereof) to do them. Its tricky to paint something so rare and beautiful for fear of ruining it. I think I will go over to the gallery and see how other peeps did it first.

Inmygravenimage - izzard? as in eddie?

Thanks for the links monkeytroll - its all your influence that got me making these necromunda vehicles - well you and mad max...

Thanks everyone for all your comments, jokes and anecdotes. Keeps me from drifting off into boring stuff like animal portraits, landscape painting, sunsets and all that.

Now I have to paint up my Hellhound to look like an airport fire engine, to go with my Imperial Navy theme.

Not going for the muck-spreader look then? Lol

Right so here are some pictures of my hybrid and a little story I wrote to go with him:

The Golden Cuckoo by Allexis Weetman

It was a tough year in hive dock facility 00176884/D#101. Trade had been up, but the space dock regions were plagued by a lack of infrastructural maintenance. Rust and corrosion vied with electrical failures for the attention of the techs. But the real reason for the hardship that year was closer to home.

The workers of D#101 were comparatively well off compared to those living in the adjacent inner hive, and they lived with their burgeoning families in clustered hab-units, suspended beneath the gargantuan gantries of docking bay 6.9. Walkways and suspended tramways connected the whole together in a working unit. Here the little children of the workers learned to live life high above the base of the hive, their rookery protruding out from the main body of the city like the branch of a tree.

But nothing lasts forever. Chaotic entropy enters the systems of the hive and only with constant vigilance can it be countered. That year vigilance faltered and died. The subdivision of the crèche was full with every child beneath the age of 13 and old enough to be torn from mother when the abyss opened up and swallowed their lives whole.

It started in a single support – a hairline fracture surrounded by fatigued metal escaped the notice of the maintenance crew, rust seeped in. A hard winter expanded and contracted the steel and the support no longer held, the huge strain transferred to other areas and life hung by a thread.
The thread snapped.

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“Don’t shed tears life partner” said Dugoe to his sobbing lover, “I found us a new baby, a child who won’t ever die! The others on my shift showed me the child after yesterday’s rotation. He is truly a miracle, a beautiful boy so strong and healthy that to look upon him is to love him. But we have to keep it a secret and now I’ve told you you must come see the child and be anointed with his love, we all must!”

Luraan looked up, her face smeared, hot and red, “I just want my b-b-baby back! Oh but I know its hopeless… take me to this child I’m going to love supposedly if it will shut your jawing mouth”

The two huddled figures struggled up the step-way to the hab-zone, below them a vast expanse of empty atmosphere broken only by the distant ground.

“You will see Lur, you will see. Everyone in Docktown will have a new baby soon, it is a blessing, maybe from the Emperor himself who has taken pity on our poor childless souls. Even you may be with child”

Luraan blushed and bowed her head, since her first child had been killed she had been rendered infertile by the low level radiation in her work station and she had not hoped to have another.

The two continued their long accent. Being of lower class their use of sky-trams was limited. Luraan agreed to visit the new child, maybe this would be an opportunity to boost their status in the precipitous town.

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The life form had travelled far…

Its journey had been spent in a long aestivation, a deep sleep filled with the dreams of a new world and a new opportunity to turn a planet to its will. The hive mind node within knew that it was one of many such seeds sown to the galaxy, a little spark of life that could inseminate a world, assimilate genetic code, become one with the local population and manipulate it from within.

It traveled first in a spore pod for many centuries before coming to a system where it detected life. It found structures and ascertained that here it could find faster transport.

For months it traveled sealed in the cargo hold of the great ship Chalice of Purity.

Finally in orbit around a world it could sense was seething with life forms it broke from its hiding place and by stealth and instinct boarded the shuttle bound for the surface.

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Luraan gasped as the foetus within her kicked.

That night months ago they had gone to see the baby was clouded in her mind – the baby had been strange in some way she thought, but then it had done something to her mind and all she could see was this perfect child, new and fresh and helpless, and she must help it, help it grow. It had kissed her and then she had known that she would have child and that it would be special and that made her feel strong.

Marceel, the man who had shown them the golden child, had been working in cargo transfer when a six limbed angel had come to him and told him he would be with child, and lo it came to pass that a child grew in his lower intestinal tract and was born somehow… a miracle! His character changed during this time and he was no longer the feckless drunken lowlife of old. He worked hard, made friends, brown-nosed all the way up to supervisor status, all the time a strange lump in his belly grew and spoke to him “talk to this man, make him like you, compliment this arrogant foolish official, gather friends around you, make yourself strong”

Now another child was growing in the more congenial environment of the woman’s barren uterus. Another miracle, Praise be.


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Please, I...I just wanted a little extra ketchup for my french fries... don't hate me because I'm purple. And have claws. I'm one of you! ONE OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Cool set-up weety... nicely done.

Its my first piece of fan fiction - I hope you all enjoy reading it. Constructive criticism is welcomed.

Very cool Weety! ...But you didn't use enough extra unnecessary vowels in words to be properly British
I'd like to see
Armour
Colour
Aluminium
and other British words that make me grin

yeas - I had to alter my Word to spellcheck for UK english because it kept thelling me to spell foetus fetus. Proper britich spelling! (whoops)

LOL- I'm just kidding

you started the post with a hearty "Right" though- That's proper British

lol, I think you'll find that the differences you see are down to solid British craftmanship ensuring the words are built properly, compared to that sloppy Yankee make-do approach

Nice little hybrid you have there weety, and enjoyed the fluff. Some very nice writing there, but Luraan's initial words seemed to jar a bit - specifically the ' take me to this child I’m going to love supposedly if it will shut your jawing mouth' part. Just struck me as not hitting the right tone, I'd have left it at 'it's hopeless....'

But that's just me

Yep, Eddie is the particular brand of Izzard graven mentioned - 'Bees make honey? What? Little fuzzy flying things, and they produce the yummy sweet stuff to put on your cereal and toast? How's that work? Do earwigs make chutney? Do spiders make gravy?' (There'll be a bit of paraphrasing in there )


Yep, me and Max, wandering the world getting peeps to build weird post-apocalyptic vehicles on the cheap It's all our fault

Animal portraits - Grox, catachan devils and 'nid monstrosities maybe?

Landscapes - Burnt-out cities, barren wastelands, Slaaneshi pleasure fields?

Sunsets - Nothing beats a nice sunset over a burning pyre of heretics.

I don't see an issue there

That was a quality post monkeytroll - it had wit.

Yes proper british spelling is the way to construct a solid sentence! Extra vowels all round.

I have actually watched that particular eddie izzard bit but I am terrible for forgetting stuff.

I should give painting warhammer stuff a go really - I suppose I get nervous because I learned to paint from copying photos and there are no photos of the 41st millenium

Sorry, I just can't resist

yes, properly built

some phrases i didn´t get but in the end the story had me at my throat! now being left with only this small pice of your ideas wraped up in fiction i stand lonley and forgotten...or to put it in another way...: more! definatly more!

weetyskemian44 wrote:Yes proper british spelling is the way to construct a solid sentence! The correct number of vowels all round.

Fixed that for you, weety.

Quite right Dysartes!

Dave, you complain our words are too long, then you build cars longer than our buses

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Dave, you complain our words are too long, then you build cars longer than our buses

I see nothing wrong with that! I had a '55 Desoto when I was in my teens...I think they were thinking of this car when they wrote "Love Shack"! It was as big as a whale!

Cult limo in the making there for sure

HAHA yep, we sure had some boats man! We all had those old late 70s, early 80's land yachts as our first cars at 16!!


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Then we built these....




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..I'll be honest..there always was something calm, and reassuringly American about driving those old beast-cars though...