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Funny story: I'm a middle school science teacher in Oakland, CA. Today was an incredibly crappy day at school. These days happen - nothing to write home about. Sometimes, however, a little retail therapy is exactly what I need. Because I'm a nerd, that usually means a stop at the FLGS for a box of plastic crack. Sometimes it's Tau, sometimes it's Lizardmen, and sometimes it's Warmahordes. Today, though, it was going to be Blood Angels. Specifically, today it was going to be a razorback. I've been losing a lot of games lately, and I've recently decided to join the dark side - by which I mean acquire a ton of razorbacks and play a bog-standard razorspam list. It might not have as much character as the Descent of Angels that first drew me to the Knights of Baal, but it would mean winning some games, and that would (hopefully) reinvigorate my interest in the boys in red.

But I digress.

I was all set to be disappointed, because razorbacks are more expensive than I thought, when the dude who runs the FLGS noticed me and said "ElectricPaladin! Just the guy I was thinking about."

Well, he didn't say that, exactly, but I think you get the point.

Anyway, he takes me over to the counter and pulls out an enormous plastic box full of minis, an Army Transport bag full of untouched foam, and says "take whatever you want - I've got to get rid of these."

After clarifying that he really did mean "free of charge" - it turns out that some kid went off to college and wanted to get rid of his old 40k and Confrontation models without going through the trouble of selling them - I did a little dance and started sorting the minis. The Emperor must really love teachers, because that turned my crappy day into my lucky day. I grabbed all the space marines and the Imperial Guard (for my friend who's just starting IG) and a couple of the more interesting Confrontation models (for D&D minis), and the bag and foam. The full (totally incomplete) list of useful models includes:

1 Lascannon Predator
1 Heavy Bolter Razorback
About twenty marines of various configurations (including some really bizarre ones, like the assault marine with two chainswords - wtf?)

As soon as I got home, I dumped the lot into some simple green (pictured below). I also tore off the turrets (they were attached with something more like rubber cement than proper glue), as I'm much more interesting in fielding them as razorbacks (I also ordered some Chapterhouse Studios magnetized razorback turrets) (you'll notice that the predator turret is in the 'green, too - waste not want not, the Emperor always said). Most importantly, I figured that this was as good a time as any to start a Dakka blog and show off my growing skills.

Anyway, here it is, where it all begins:



More to come in... as soon as these SOBs are stripped, whenever that is. I mean, really - based black and smeared with Dwarf Bronze? What was he thinking? Note: it looks a lot worse in person than it does in the picture.

Funny. I have an all jump pack/dread drop pod/stormraven list planned out.

Good luck with your Razorspam, and hope the first one comes out all right.

No new photos, but definitely some odd news to share.

Remember how I said I "pulled off" the glued-on turrets? I wasn't kidding. The thing just came off with a good tug, trailing stretchy white goo. I was beginning to suspect that whoever owned these models before me put them together with rubber cement.

Today when I came home - after about sixteen hours in Simple Green - and the turret came apart. Quite cleanly and neatly - it will be easy to reassemble once I'm done stripping it.

This isn't a problem - in fact, it will actually make it easier to strip the pieces once they fall apart - but it's definitely weird. Rubber cement? Really? Who does that?

I had the same thing with a Razorback and a Pred that I bought off of Ebay. (That and the spaces had been filled in with Play-doh)

The first casualties have been taken from us.

Most of the Confrontation minis, it turned out, had lost parts of their spears, which were replaced with great big blobs of some kind of putty which was dissolving in the Simple Green. The lascannon pred turret also began to break apart for no apparent reason. Easy come, easy go - I'm not very interested in slaving over these minis. If the tank chassis or some of the cooler marines start to break up, I might go to some lengths to rescue them.

In further news, I found a missile launcher marine on my night table - I guess it got left there when I showed my wife my booty.

After singing the chorus of Rocket Man, especially the part that goes "Oh no no no I'm a rocket man - rocket man - burning up his fuse up here alone," I tossed him into the Simple Green.

More to come in a few days.

ElectricPaladin wrote:

In further news, I found a missile launcher marine on my night table - I guess it got left there when I showed my wife my booty.

After singing the chorus of Rocket Man, especially the part that goes "Oh no no no I'm a rocket man - rocket man - burning up his fuse up here alone," I tossed him into the Simple Green.