I always find life so fascinating; how little small inconsequential decisions can change the course of everything. So my plastic crack addiction started when i was about 10, but i think in reality the seeds had already been sown by then. My Grandad has always been a model aircraft guy and his spare room was always full to the brim with model kits in various states, so i used to love making those when i was younger and by the time I got into orks it was into the chopshop for the planes! However, when i hit about 15 I managed to break the vicious cycle of grey plastic and I stopped collecting.
Fast forward 5 years and my girlfriend at the time is helping me clear out some old junk and stumbles across my weird 12 year old kitbashes and she's in awe (of what im not sure, they were very bizarre models with arms glued everywhere and totally not legal in any sense
) She asks me why i stopped and i tell her that i just never played the game, and it is an expensive hobby in the first place. She encourages me to start up again and i tell her; "I'll only even consider it if i promise myself to actually play the game"...... fast forward another 5 years of living in the parents garage 4 hours a night after work slaving away on my bizarre machinations, cackling manically like the filthy grot i am..... and ive maybe played 3 games....if that.... over those 5 years.... but hey! i never said how many i had to play
Link to my original account and all my kitbashing antics (
https://www.dakkadakka.com/core/gallery-search.jsp?u=69018)
Eventually me and the GF moved in together and work/life just took over and the plastic crack addiction passed once again...... or so I thought.... About 3 years ago my boss came into work one day and shows me his ANET A8 - one of the original chinese knock-offs in the 3D printing space, i cant remember how long i held out, but it wasnt long. After a couple days in the spare room, bashing, screwing, yelling (at chinese instructions
) the beast was born and my plastic crack addiction was back with a vengeance. The long forgotten kitbashing cogs buried deep in the webways of my brain stirred, neurons fired, the voices began to chant "Orks, Orks, Orks, Orks!" and the dasterdly grots began to infiltrate my every thought. it wasnt long before I was making terrain for my armies, and other additions for tanks and the like, but at this stage I was simply taking free files off of thingiverse.
Eventually the list of ideas grew and grew and eventually files from thingiverse just werent cutting it and the ideas were getting crazy complex. So i decided that I wanted this. I wanted to make digital files (My real big brain finkin' was that eventually i'd be able to use photogrammetry to digitalise all of my kitbashes
) ...... funnily enough.... real world sculpting skills dont translate into 3D design skills
and I had just bought Zbrush, so my wallet was pretty much writhing in agony at this stage.... but hey, since when have plastic addicts ever worried about that
It was killing me, working 9 till 5, coming home and trying to muster the energy to find another 3 hours of learning and fething up and generally just being gak at 3D design. Then on one fated day i logged into facebook (at this stage
FB was pretty much out of my life, i usually only checked like randomly when bored after a few months), first post was of one of my best friends brothers advertising his freelance work..... now Ben was his younger brother, but 100% without a shadow of a doubt, every time I went over their house Ben was working on his games, by 18 Ben had produced and made his own games (and they were bizarre, dark and fethed up, the grots inside me sensed it
i had found another twisted brother). Then with my finkin' cap on I had a big idea!
Ben, the project needed Ben. I took a leap of faith, he hadn't ever done detailed 3D design, as games are usually just skins on blocks, I paid him to learn and over the course of 1 month he surpassed my 6 months of Zbrush like it was nothing. Now at this stage with my plastic addiction and Ben I am pretty dirt poor (besides the 1000000s of ££££ worth of plastic sat in the garage! I did offer to pay him in ork arms and teef! but alas, tis was gold he was after). But we pushed on and once his skills had reached a certain point it was time. It was time to release Ben from his plastic prison and bring our ideas to the community (well i haven't actually let him out of the prison yet, he still has work to do, but i let him out on a day pass so we can show off).
