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We all have our tales of model molestion and bad sportsmanship-Parts breaking off, fights, drinks spilled, the usual. Well, I had a though-Lets see it from a models perspective!

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I'm cold.
I've been in this dark place for I don't know how long-a day, a week.......a month. You lose track of time in a place like this. Me and my fellow Cadians, trapped in foam slots just big enough to fit into, and not big enough to move, are trapped. No music. No movement. No light. Nothing.
But today, that changed. I was dozing gently, just dropping off to sleep, when an odd sensation came over me-like we were flying, and moving forward. We were being transported somewhere. Could this mean we would see battle again? We hoped so-anything to escape this prison. We travelled for a long time. Outside, Horns blasted, and on the edge of our hearing, we could distinctly hear music. Then, we stopped, but it felt like we were being layed down on our backs. Could this be it. One by one, we closed our eyes, and braced ourselves. There was a bright light.......
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe it. We were outside our box. Light. Air. Warmth. The rest of my unit cheered, as did I. We were seeing battle again! Duty took over though, and we set ourselves the task of surveying the field. The grass was green, There was a wood in the far left hand corner, and buildings populated the ground-obviously, these were our objectives. orders were passed down the line to deploy in our standard deployment for pitched battles. On the other side of the field, we saw our enemies, the vile Death Guard, doing the same. They did not worry us though-they were obviously unproffesional, as some of their armour hadn't even been painted in the rotting colurs of the fly lord. We remained confident-As long as their were no Obliterators or princes of Slaanesh, we should be okay. Then we looked up.
The entire army gasped as we saw what was above our heads. Above our deployment area, a massive repesentation of us, bedecked in war garball those piercings must surely be used to bring the favor of the Emperor upon us! Looking at their side, a huge fat, stinking creature looked at his diabolical minions with a horrible expression on his face. It must have been Nurgle itself, come to watch over it's children. We despaired, but we resolved to fight still.
Suddenly, two huge cubes crashed down from the heavens.-obviously a new type of weapon developed by both sides. We watched to see what would happen when they stopped spinning. Silence. Nothing. Then suddenly, our mighty commander gave a triumphent cheer-we had taken the initiative. Battle was about to commence.

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Part 2 coming soon.....

Sweet. I look forward to more of this strangeness. It reminds me of Turn Signals on a Landraider.

This is awesome, very creative.

Very Cool! Keep it up!

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I hit the deck as a Vindictor shell whistled overhead.As more huge, six sided eapons crashed down from the heavens, It imacted our postition, but fortunaetly thanks to the building our squad had entered te cover easily protected us. We heard a shout come from somewhere along the battleline, but we could not make it out. The vox crackled into life, and the shout was given new life-it was an order. "GET BACK IN THE FIGHT!". Picking ourselves up from the ground we'd gone to, we could see the rest of the army adavncing. Likewise, the Death guard had stopped their attacks, and braced themselves for the onslaught. We advanced further into the building, noticing a Leman Russ rumble up outside.
"Why the hell is it doing? We need it's fire support!" The sergeant asked, but Romen corrected him. "Don't worry sir, The Leman Russ is an absolute behemoth. It'll still be able to fire it's turret, which is all we really need if you think about it." The sergeant looked surprised-"Really? They never used to." Romen corrected him agin-"They could, they
just never did. Took some stupid Tech-priest a century or so to work out that the tank MAY still be able to fire." He added under his breath. "Of course, they had to go and narrow our selection of Tanks down. Bloody Arbirator."
The dialogue stopped as the Tank spoke. A shell punctured the air and whistled towards the enemy. It exploded with a mighty crack, ripping apart 7 traitors. "Hah!" yelled private Eistenstoff "Do you feel THAT pain?!" A monstrous cheer erupted from the sky, as the avatar of our Emperor threw his head back and roared his triumph. The lord of fly's just grumbled, and let a mighty stench into the air to voice his dissatisfaction. A sentinel pilot coughed uncontrolably, and fell to the floor. However, he quickly picked hmself up, and scampered back up the leg of his craft. And returned to his original position.
We looked back sharpish. A noise erupted from the ruins. A squad of five traitors emerged, screaming. The sergeant intoned "Traitotrus Death Gua-Wait a minute, you're not Death Guard?! You're just normal Chaos Marines!"
The enemy champion looked smug, and answered "We're homebrew, not legion. We're the Ultimate killers(Authors note-I didn't just get bored here, I was reflecting TFG's tendancy to think of completely cheesey names for homebrew chapters.), and we're every bit as tough as the Death Guard! Our commander just says we all had to be Plague marines now. Or Berserkers." The gloating was interupted by a single las-bolt. The icon bearer fell to the ground, droppin his Nurgle icon. The champion looked in shock at the corpse, than at the icon, then at us "You...we....we have no icon....we have no mark.......THE GODS HAVE ABANDONED US!" Turning tail, they fled out of the ruins,. We didn't see them again.
We looked at each other, then looked back at the darkness, and then burst out laughing. We didn't have long though, as another order crackled down the comm's "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" We sprinted through the ruins, despite the difficult and dangerous terrain, and found ourselves on top of the building. From here, we had line of sight of the entire battle-a squad had come to rest on a hill and kept falling down, an additional tank was rolling up, and a squad on the eastern flank was washed away when a container containing a volatile liquid spilled onto the battlefield. This provoked much shouting between the two war gods, and for a moment we thought they were going to start fighting amongst themslves. But, they didn't. Suddenly, the Tank that had recently rolled up opened fire. the shell smashed into the lines of the enemy, more specifficaly onto their sorceror-lords position. The bloated creature was ripped out of existance in an instant, and wit it our enemy's best hope for victory.
It was with a frustrated grunt that the bloated avatar, presiding above the traitors, gave a frustrated howl. Slamming it's chubby fist onto the table, the reverberations shook us. Most of us were able to hunker down and escape the worst, but not Jefferson. Jefferson had been precariously perched on the parapet of the roof, as there was no more room on the floor. He tripped and fell with a scream, hurtling towards the ground. No-one could bring theselves to look at his fall, or his landing-but we all heard the sickening crunch.
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How did you like it? I feel that this part is weaker than the first. It's harder to describe everything from a 30mm tall gaming minatures point of view! Anyway, to be continued....Music link: Whaa waaa waaaaaa.....

brilliant.

Again, this stuff is fantastic!

Not feeling great at the minute, so this part will be shorter than the othet two. Sorry.

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We apprehensivly looked over the balcony. Jefferson was a brutal paste on the floor-his neck had been snapped clean off, his head rolling disgustingly on the floor. His shoulders had alsoo been pulverised, detactching his arm's from his body. His hands were still gripping his lasgun, in a gruesome parody of life. It was too much for some soldiers to take-Troops I was first assembled in the training grounds in threw up on the floor. I didn't blame them-it was a terrible way to go. And it was about to get worse.
A pre-pubescant scream, the kind we heard on Cadia in the Early training centre. A third Giant appeared to enter the arena, standing aside the other two. This one however seemed to be barely a child-certainly not experienced in the art's of war. We couldn't tell exactly what he was asking, our mighty avatar of the Emperor, but from his demeanour he seemed to be askng him whether he could 'inspect the troops." before he could answer, the Child had grabbed some members of the Karskin squad fighting a havoc squad on the north-west Quadrant. We could hear their screams as their attacker roughly manhandled them. Our Emperor was getting visibly angry, and telling the boy to put them down. The fat, repulsive, enemy commander just sat with a stupid smile on his face. Eventually, the boy got bored, and tossed the elite warrior's back down to the ground with little ceremony.
While an argument between him and our Avatar took place high above, the troopers slowly crawled along the ground, moaning, back to their squad's location. Amazing, none of them were seriously hurt-shook up by the experience, but not hurt. Rising to their feet, they once again poured fire onto the Havoc's, who had been standing around quite bemused by the whole experence. As the last one hit the floor, we sighed with relief-the child had given up and ran away, saving any more soldiers from a terrible fate. We turned around sharpish as we saw 5 chaos raptors charge up their 'packs, ready to jump. This battle wasn't over yet.
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Like it? loath it? I can't help but think these are getting worse and worse each instalment. Anyway, to be continued, and C&C always welcome...........

I think you are struggling with what my late grandfather called "the perfect egg." You see, he was an artist and in one particular course in college he was tasked with drawing an egg. A simple oval with some shading. The instructor walked them through it, drawing one for them. My grandfather went through many drafts, but he could never get the egg to come out as perfect as the instructor's. The issue is not with the egg, but with the artist. He saw any imperfection magnified because of the simplisity of the subject. The morale of the story is to be confident. You liked the first section, so trust that your skill will carry you through the rest.

To the credit this perfect egg theory, you are doing fine. The only advice I can offer is in your use of dashes; try using a semi-colon instead. Use it to connect two closely related but otherwise independantly complete sentences. For example "Amazing, none of them were seriously hurt-shook up by the experience, but not hurt." can easily be "Amazing, none of them were seriously hurt; they were shook up by the experience, but not hurt." to add variatey in your puncuation.