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I've got a treat tonight. This is a 40k fiction story written by my 9-year-old for a writing assignment at school (got him a decent grade too). I didn't influence the story at all (didn't even know about it until it was almost finished). I did give him some editorial help at the end... but that's it. Spelling errors are mine.

Enjoy!


The Adventure
by Thing 1, age 9

Chapter One: The Wish
One New Year’s night I wished to be a Warhammer 40k soldier. Then it happened! I suddenly appeared on a battle field with a bolt gun in my hand. I was a strong, young man with space marine armor and I was surrounded by captains, commanders and sergeants. I saw the over-all commander. When I tried to move, he did an amazing flip over some rocks. I made my way to the commander. Once I got close I realized that I was surrounded by tanks, land speeders and dreadnoughts. The commander said… “Come here!”, and when I got there, he asked “Do you know what we are doing?”. I answered “No.” “We are fighting the orks.” He said. I looked, and saw a massive ork army coming over the horizon. Then the commander said “Here it comes boy, we might not survive this. I think this is the end.”

Chapter Two: The Orks
I heard the commander yell “Charge!” and I ran forward screaming “Die!”. I first saw an ork coming. I shot. “Bang!” I hit it, but he keeps coming. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The ork finally fell dead. I was about to shoot again when I heard; “Eewwwwwwww….. BOOM!” The tanks were firing. I pulled out my chain sword and charged. In a short time I have killed many orks. As the orks start retreating everybody fired at once and the rest of the orks fell dead. There was a short silence, then everybody started cheering and yelling. “Victory!”

Chapter Three: The Camp
We were sent to make camp. I couldn’t sleep with hundreds of questions buzzing through my head. I heard a small sound. I sat up, looked through a hole in my tent and I saw a bunch of little gretchin. I yelled to wake everyone, then heard a bang. I felt a sharp pain, then I fell. The last thing I saw is my partner looking over me as I fainted. I woke up in a medical tent. Looking around I only saw one other soldier. A medic came over to me with the company commander. He said “Thanks to you the camp is saved.” “Rest now.” I went back to sleep and when I woke I wasn’t in the medical tent. My cast was gone and my wound was has completely healed. I saw an Eldar Farseer and I realized that I’d been captured by the Eldar! The farseer, named Creyas, said “Come with me.” As I walked through the camp, I saw howling banshees, guardians and warp spiders and looked at the strange buildings. I was allowed to see the summoning of the Eldar Avatar. As I watched, I saw his horrifying molten body. He stared into my eyes and I could see the wars he had been through!
I asked the farseer if they were getting ready to fight the Necrons. “How do you know that name?” he said. “I once fought a battle against them and won” I replied. “How?” he asked. I responded by saying “I cannot tell you, but I can supervise your army.” The farseeer agreed, so off to work I went. I called for two squads of wraithguard, two squads of howling banshees, five wraith lords and ten striking scorpions. After the troops were summoned, we made our defenses.
I told the Eldar farseer to make all the buildings invisible so that when the necron army came we could attack out of cover, completely annihilating them. (note: DOW computer game reference - Gsplitta) The battle went as planned, and after the Eldar victory I was given access to a ship, a weapon and a warlock for protection. We set off and traveled to the planet Kaurava where the Imperial Guard were at war with the Sisters of Battle.

Chapter 4: The Trainer
Once we landed on Kaurava, to my surprise we weren’t attacked. Suddenly, I heard the sound of an arrow. A brief stinging, followed by a drowsy feeling, then darkness. I woake up in a tent with a cross on it. I looked over to see my warlock next to me, but when I tried to get up I realized that I was chained down. I saw the Imperial Guard leader coming. He said “Are you a spy?” “No” I respond. “I am a bodyguard of the Emperor.” “To see if this is true” he said, “you will challenge someone.” Then I said “Who?”. He responded “Me.” I suddenly felt worried. His name was Yarrick. I was given a gun and I went to the practice range. BANG, BANG, BANG! Bullseyes. After some more practice, I went to bed.

Chapter 5: The Tournament
The next day was the duel. I walked into a study room and all around me I saw Imperial Guardsmen. I was given the first choice of weapons. I picked a power fist and a storm bolter. Yarrick picked a power sword and a bolt gun. I went to the other end of the field. I shot my gun… PING, PING…. Nothing happened. Yarrick’s shot was also useless. I began my charge to attack him with my power fist. Closer… closer… As I was about to hit him with my power fist, he put his power sword right through me. I fell. I saw Yarrick come to my side and raise his arms in victory. With the last of my strength, I raised my storm bolter and shot him in the head until my vision faded. (Ick!!! – Gsplitta)

I woke up in my room, still thinking that everything I'd just experienced was real. Then I saw something in my closet… it’s my power fist and armor! A note was attached that read… “Dear friend, it has been a great adventure! Signed, Your friends… the company commander, Farseer Creyas and Commissar Yarrick.

-finis-

Wow! That was great! So much imagination put into it. I wan't moar!

Wow, I couldn't write stories like that when I was nine!

Dude, your kids are talented!

As a high school English teacher, I can tell you I read a lot worse by kids years older!

This is good writing. I can tell by the lack of multi-lazorz and I have read many a fan-fic in my time.

Great stuff Thing 1!

dude this stuff rocks, honestly your kids are talented, much more so than many guys ive seen at tourenments, also your oldest sons writing is great, i do alot of short story and poerty writing and that reminds me so much of what i used to write like.
you know its true ...
'the quality of the son is the honour of the father' its an old gaelic saying.
assult

Good Stuff I am just concerned with why you are always waking up in a tent!!!

I hope all you guys are having a good weekend fishing. I also wouldn't be surprised if the wife is having a relaxing weekend to herself as well.

I re-found a new blog that you might be interested in. Its called the painting corps and has a lot of fun techniques for you to try (It may be a little advanced for the kiddos but rumor has it you are planning on painting some new mantis warriors... yes this is a sad attempt to actually get you to start painting your own minis) The blog can be found here:
http://thepaintingcorps.blogspot.com/

-Luke

Thanks Luke, got it linked and "followed" (I think). Yeah... had these ideas bouncing around in my head for at least 12 years... finally decided to act on them. Will take my time with it, all new figures, all converted, each one painted individually. It get's done when it gets done. I've waited 18 years to get the guts do my chapter right... I can wait a couple of more to pull it off the right way.

My son loved all the supportive comments and says "Thank you!". I'm very proud of him, he's got a good imagination and has been telling me stories since he was maybe... 3? Not 40k stories of course, but stories none-the-less. Perhaps with some training and practice there's a future there for him.

Kids and mom are off to her side of the family for fun and frolic this weekend (fishing is next week), and I have to work two 12hr days... but I think I'll finish that banner bearer termie tonight, so I'll post that. Don't want to tip my hand but Thing 1 loves what I'm doing with it, and he had an idea for it that I just loved... so it's a cooperative project. So check back around 9 or 10 CST and I may have something up by then. It's kind of a prototype of what I'd like to do for my mantis warriors... so we'll see what you think.


OH, and for any of you able to attend Adepticon... I am really, REALLY jealous!

Can't wait!

Lucky kids. When I got into 40k as a kid, my dad wouldn't take me to the shop because he thought the staff were all paedophiles... Fun times

I'm sorry but .

Million wrote:Lucky kids. When I got into 40k as a kid, my dad wouldn't take me to the shop because he thought the staff were all paedophiles... Fun times

LOL, thats really bad but really funny

OK folks, here we go. Took me a while to get the photo's set... they're bigger than usual so you can zoom in on the in the gallery if you want.

I won't give a lot of background... I don't like big square banners as I've previously stated. Like the idea of pennants. Will probably do something very much like this when I re-make my Mantis Warriors, but I thought I'd try it out on my son's terminator. I was going to put "campaign ribbons" on the gold cord (that's what it's for), but my son decided that he wanted to EARN the campaign ribbons. So as this squad fights in 40k battles, they will earn ribbons that will be added one at a time to the baldric.

I though that was cool... shows character.

Anywho... here goes nothin... (sorry, not too chatty tonight... have a splitting headache).





Changes since last time: Painted sepia wash into the cracks of the baldric to help define it. Finished base. Drilled holes in lower back to accept banner poles. Made & painted banners (they're just stiff wire & GS). Banners are not glued in yet, so they can be moved and fiddled with as needed. Highlighted high points on armor and weapons.

I wish my dad is like you

Eh, don't be to hard on him. My dad never understood my hobbies... still doesn't, and he's 83 now. Just find something you both enjoy and run with it. My dad and I shot black powder rifles together, now we fish when we can. The gaming was my thing. Maybe some day my boys will find their own things too. That's OK with me, I don't get paid by GW to pimp their product line... I just want to spend time with my boys, however that happens. Even if some day they get out of 40k, it won't change the time we had together. Just means I have to find someone else to give my figures to when I'm too old and decrepit to roll dice! *grin*

If you have a look at the dakkadakka "painting and modelling tutorials" some people have made some great tutorials to be inspired in, taught me alot.

Murray?
Present.

I like your take on banners for the termie, didn't japanese samurai often have similar banners attached to their armour in the same way?

edit:
like this http://www.samurai-store.com/armor/crestbanner.html

keep up the good work!

Yep, part of my thought process was to make a banner style that was plausible to fight with. The Japanese back banners are an excellent prototype, but I didn't necessarily want these to look Japanese, so I opted for a pennant style.

Can I have your figures? =)

I have a small collection of rogue trader plastic beakies. I have little to no use for them in my collection because they just don't fit in with my current models. Because I support you trying to promote your children's creativity I would like to send them to you instead of selling them. I have nearly 30 in ruff shape. If you are interested please pm me your address. Here are some truly horrible pictures to show you what I'm talking about. http://s708.photobucket.com/albums/ww87/delerium101/?action=view¤t=PDR_0003.jpg&newest=1
http://s708.photobucket.com/albums/ww87/delerium101/?action=view¤t=PDR_0005.jpg&newest=1
If you don't think that you are going to use them then I would rather keep them because I would sell the lot for $10.

Wow, there are some great antiques here!

The back banners look great, and they are much more plausible.

Hey MeatShield,

Thanks to the generosity of others like yourself, I think my son has enough basic marines for several tac squads & filling out his dev squads. Thank you.

I, on the other hand would be very willing to buy those from you. In re-building my Mantis Warriors from scratch, I plan on integrating a lot of Mk-6 armor into my conversions, and cleaned up, those wonderful beakies would be perfect! Your call. Either way is was a very generous offer and both my son on I appreciate it.

Have a battle report between the boys that will be unfolding over the next couple of days, but in order to understand the ork objectives you guessed it... more stories. So, for your edification and entertainment... our Bad Moon objectives!



"Da Bronz Boss" (objective marker)
You see, Gitsplitta and his boys were raiding one year and came upon an Imperial installation that housed a foundry where a group of artisans made bronze statuary to decorate the halls and courtyards of government buildings all over the Imperium. Gitsplitta liked the idea of immortalizing himself in bronze, so forced the chief sculptor to make a statue of him. Fearing for his life, the sculptor created a perfect likeness of the ork leader. Gitsplitta was so enthusiastic about the results of the project, that he fed the sculptor his pet attack squig, Spot. (no wait... that's not right... must be a typo) "Gitsplitta was so enthusiastic about the results of the project, that he fed the sculptor TO his pet attack squig, Spot." (that makes more sense) No matter, I'm sure it was a great honor for the man whatever-the-case. Anyway, now Gitsplitta makes his warband carry this heavy bronze monstrosity around with them wherever they go, and the boyz of-course... not wanting to lug this thing around... have a tendency to leave it behind. So every once in a while, the boss realizes that is prize statue is missing and must send the mob out to retrieve it.




"Da Spook 'utt" (objective marker)
This is a dwelling that used to belong to Da Great Gobbo, a Night Goblin shaman and sometimes street magician that was a part of Gitsplitta's mob until he met his demise at the hands of an Eldar farseer. The hut has the unique ability to absorb and focus the ambient ork psychic energy around it. As a result, Gobbo's tent is the favorite place for the mob's weird-boys go to power-up their psychic powers before a battle. The tent's special attributes help the mob's weird-boys in the opening moments of a battle by amplifying their control over their first psychic attack. As one weird-boy puts it (after much drooling and gibbering)... "Da first bang, is da best bang!" Problem is that there's so much residual energy concentrated in this little hut after use that it has a tendency to "phase out" of existence like a ghost and re-materialize elsewhere... necessitating occasional retrieval operations by the boyz.

-finis-

With that background, I have photo's of the initial deployment and will give the background and objectives for the battle... probably in the wee hrs or tomorrow morning. See you then!

Very awesome fluff.

Lol, love the statue!

Very nice use of the AoBR warboss again. You sem to have a lot of them.

People kept throwing them in with things I bought on e-bay... think I have 2 more lying around somewhere. It's a great fig, just nearly impossible to use for conversions (at least for someone of my skill). So this was my compromise...

(snip)

Gitsplitta wrote:It's a great fig, just nearly impossible to use for conversions (at least for someone of my skill). So this was my compromise...

Seriously? That spook hut is awesome, don't be so hard on yourself! Do you own a bone saw? Cut along the joins at the shoulder pads and the banner top and you're ready to rumble. Could probably, with some careful cutting, get behind the head too.

Loving the objectie markers!