Kagelong

Mr. Long, finding himself holding several glasses and a plate piled quite high with hors d'oeuvres (courtesy of Dumb Luck's persistent butlering) watched the brief spat of chaos without reaction, until what would appear to be one of Deadpool's kidneys bounced off of his mask and landed in one of his glasses of champagne. Then, placing his collection of untouched foods carefully onto a nearby table, he removed his mask and began to clean the blood off with a handkerchief. The face beneath was as plain as his suit, but very pale. Dark brown hair and matching eyes, around which dark circles marked a lack of sleep. Returning his cleaned mask to his face, he made his way to where Doctor Amos stood and put a matching wager into his hat.

Suddenly, there had been a man sitting in a chair. He was nondescript, wearing a plain but pristine suit in a shade of grey that could only be described as boring, and his face was covered by a plain white mask. He stood up from his seat, and made his way around the room presenting business cards to everyone willing to take one, nodding, shaking hands, and refusing offers of food or drink in as polite a fashion possible.

You can get a lot of Gremlins for the points of a few Freikorpsmen though.

I disagree. Fluff is awesome. Without fluff where would we be? We'd be eating peanut butter and jelly, that's where. In all seriousness, I think Fluff is more endearing than it is derogatory.

Your bases are amazing. They give all the models a great sense of synergy.

I'm doing pretty good. My birthday's this Wednesday, so I'll be picking up Rising Powers. I'm looking forward to it.

This one might work if you went with drowned instead of hanged. http://www.reapermini.com/OnlineStore/undead%20female/sku-down/14274#detail/14274_clarissa_banshee_front

Convict gunslinger looks awesome. I also like the way you did the robes on the Witchling stalker.

Just a warning, the Privateer Press models are gonna tower over the wyrd ones. Also, if I might make a suggestion for Hans: http://store.fantasyflightgames.com/productdetails.cfm?SKU=CS2011

Through intense training several hand picked Gremlins were shaped into scouts. They learned camouflage, tracking, stealth, and most importantly to suppress the urge to run screaming at or from whatever they saw. Four of these fine Gremlins stood in front of Paine and Jones. The most eloquent of the four was giving a detailed report of the reconnaissance mission. “Witch Hunners.” He said in guttural tones. “Are you certain?” Paine asked. “You sure?” Jones translated. “Yessiree bob.” The gremlin replied, saluting with such vigor his straw hat tumbled to the ground. Paine picked it up, examining the way the Gremlin had interwoven various swamp vegetation into it. “You’re a good scout.” Paine said it as a fact. “What’s your name?” “Frankee.” The Gremlin replied, his face adopting the shade of moss in pride. “Frankee.” Paine said the name and nodded. “I’ll remember you.” Jones dismissed the scouts, who headed immediately to the slop-hall. “Whatcher think?” Jones asked Paine. “I think…” Jones said “That one of the Piecemakers is working, and we’ve got six kegs of lamp oil from out last raid,” He gave a meaningful smile to Jones. “An’ Witch Hunners love fire.” Jones said. “They’s some whelps in the last farrow. I’ll fetch ‘em.” “Send them to my workshop. And send that Frankee, tell him I’ve got a new toy with his name on it.” A short hour later, the Gremlins were assembled on the edge of the Guild camp. A bonfire crept high into the black sky, and several cages held weeping prisoners. Paine and Jones sat beside one another, conversing in low tones. “Whelps ‘re ready.” Jones said, “How’s the Piecemaker?” “Fine. Do we really have to call it that?” “Makes pieces don’ it?” Jones answered with a smile. Paine sighed, but waved to Frankee, who sat in the makeshift cockpit of the machine. The Piecemaker tore into the clearing like five tons of spinning blades and black smoke, and as the Guild members sat gazing at it in horror and disbelief, it raised a massive cannon and fired a squealing piglet into the roaring bonfire which promptly exploded, sending the better half of the burning logs scattering into the tents. “TIME TO PARTY BOYS!” Jones screamed, leaping from his hiding place and discharging his massive blunderbuss more in the direction of the Guild than at any of them in particular. A tide of green, brown, and pink swept into the encampment from every direction. The Guild responded in a hurried dash for their weapons, and the greater part of them were shot down before they reached them. The ones who found weapons made little attempt to push back the horde, if anything they fled at the very sight of the mechanical horror that was thrashing around and firing live ammunition in every direction. “I SAID THE LEFT LEVER FRANKEE!” Paine bellowed, holding onto the massive machine with one hand, and motioning desperately to the pilot with his other. A saw blade shot off of the machine and spun into the largest of the tents in the clearing. “YOUR OTHER LEFT!” The large tent, or more accurately the half that was left suddenly burst into flame, and from the burning canvas stepped a tall red haired woman with half applied cosmetics and a fistful of bright blue flame. Whatever hell she’d planned for her incompetent subordinates was postponed when she saw the green wave of chaos and the massive mechanical monstrosity. She hurled the flame at the machine, sending a jet rolling across its pilot and boiling the paint off the metal chassis. The machine slowed, tumbled into the embers of the bonfire and exploded, showering the half-clad woman with broken gears and bits of charred pigflesh. She spun on her four inch heels and ran to rally her troops, most of whom had disappeared into the swamp with Gremlins hard on their heels. Jones sat on a stump, looking with great sadness at the charred skeleton of the Piecemaker. The charred flesh was, he knew, as much Gremlin as it was pig. But then he felt a mud caked hand on his shoulder, and spinning around he saw a familiar figure, though more brown that he was used to. “It’s alright,” Paine said, wiping some of the mud off his face. “I’ve got two more.” Jones laughed, and Paine joined in, and they sat there laughing; just two Gremlins in their natural environment ------ And that's the end! For now anyway. I've had heaps of homework lately, and I really should concentrate on that. Criticisms and advice are always welcome. I hope you enjoyed the read!

That's impressive. The detail is just amazing.

+1 for some Teasers. I want to know how much I need to set aside for my Bad Dreams Boxset!

Thank you for showing the Puppet deck. I'm looking forward to getting my own now.

Those look amazing!