Warboss Imbad Ironskull wrote:If you ask me people are lazy when it comes to making their own Vampire models, if they don't want to use the originals they just go buy something from Reaper minis and call it good.
I know exactly what you mean. Yesterday my housemate asked me if we should get a new couch, as ours has recently been destroyed by a freak tropical storm originating in the kitchen, which developed into a category 5 event before demolishing our living room furnishings. I agreed, but my enthusiasm was dashed when she suggested we buy one. A pre-made couch? No thank you.
I began the laborious process by locating the nearest pine forest. Given that I like in North Australia this was immensely difficult, but I did find a suitable donor tree in a local park. The next step was cutting down the tree. This would have been easier if I had the proper tools (I didn't have the time to make my own axe) so I did my best Minecraft impression and tore it down with my own bare hands.
After leaving the emergency room with bandaged hands and without my fingernails, I dragged the tree that twelve kilometres back to my house. It was easy from there, using my patented "cut twice, measure once" method it only took me five weeks to whittle the log into suitable planks. In those five weeks we took turns as "the chair" which I feel has been nothing but beneficial for my lower back.
I am ashamed to say I did not have the time or the crops to blend my own fabric, so instead I used the carpetting from the Children's Books section of the public library. Being funded by our taxes, I felt comfortable that I've already bought this couch many times over and didn't feel any guilt. Even so I left the kids a book I made myself out of dried leaves and compressed dandruff flakes. The text of the book was Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I would of written my own story but I don't value originality of theme or content, just process.
Finally, my couch project was completed. The angles were a little off, none of its parts were quite the right size, and it was really more patching than sofa by the end, but by God I made it myself and that's what mattered. I loved that couch, up until the cat decided to actually sit on it. That's when it suffered a dramatic structural catastrophe and collapsed in on itself. I suspect the lumber was weakened by the family of Possums who lived in the tree, up until the day I bleached the wood by pouring bleach on it.
The couch was destroyed beyond repair, and Donuts was never heard from again, but I made it myself and that's all that matters.
