Chucklemonkey

I was disappointed with Azumi. I really wanted to like it but just couldn't. I thought the same of Sky High which is also by Kitamura. Lone Wolf and Cub FTW :bigok:

Good to hear, keep them coming!

Would it be ridiculous to ask for a sticky on this subject?

Word on the street is they are normally pretty quick in getting issues like that sorted. It is a busy time of year however with Gencon coming up and lots of the releases for it being worked on so it is probably just workload. I would just send another e-mail, perhaps with a read receipt?

I spent the rest of the day nursing a bruised jaw which I had received in the ensuing brawl. In truth we had gotten lucky, managing to escape the bar just prior to what i’m sure would have been a proper working over, despite my natural martial prowess that is. Graeme, despite taking one or two digs to the stomach seemed to have found the whole thing rather exciting and while I tended to my wound throughout the evening he had been a hive of activity, getting in touch with all of his contacts and spreading the word that we were looking for information on this Doyle douchebag, and now we were waiting on a knock at the door. One of Graeme’s female acquaintances had, upon completion of her services, noted a Doyle clan tattoo on her customers right wrist. She had informed him there was money on the line, and his criminal code of ethics seemed to be broken right there and then. He was on his way over. I wasn’t really sure what we had to gain getting to know about Tommy, my thoughts were that we should be out busting heads to find out about whoever killed him. It seemed he didn’t pay his gambling debts, so those four goons had been my first thought. Graeme had explained that as the four tops had been looking for him they clearly hadn’t been the ones who ended his life, also he asked what they could have done to obliterate his legs so bad. That I didn’t have an answer to. He explained that knowing about the victim, or victimology, as he called it, might give us an idea what Tommy was all about and what he had been mixed up in. I had begrudgingly agreed it was worth a shot, so now we were both sat on Graeme’s expensive couches with drinks in hand, I could get used to this kind of investigation. Then it came. The knock at the door. We could hear Rosie, Graeme’s maid, in discussion with our visitor, followed by footsteps climbing the marble staircase and approaching, what Graeme liked to call, the drawing room. The Gentleman was shown into the room and it immediately became clear to me that he would be less than useful. He seemed totally out of it. I don’t know if he had decided to stop off on his way here to chase the magic dragon, or if he had just had one too many black pints after concluding business with his and Graeme’s mutual friend. He was looking around the room seemingly trying to take everything in but without much success it seemed to me. Graeme though, just unfurled a roll of cash, laid it on the table and started asking questions. “What’s your name?" “Shit Stryder, you know my name!” “Tell my friend!” “Owen O’Reilly, everyone calls me crikey.” “What can you tell us about Tommy Doyle?” “Not much.” He started. Given the look of him I was pleasantly surprised he had been able to string together the words he had. “He’s new to the Doyle clan, just crossed over the breach three months or so ago.” “A popular addition is he?” Graeme went on. “Not really, he didn’t seem to know how things worked on this side, started throwing his weight around getting into things that were not the usual Doyle business.” “Like what” “He called it consumer protection. It wasn’t popular with the big guy.” “Unpopular enough to have got him killed?” I asked. He seemed to glaze over before staring down at the cash on the table. “I ain’t sayin’ another word till there’s more”. Graeme duly obliged and a smile went over Crikey’s face before he continued. “Nah, you guys have it all wrong.” He looked straight at Graeme. “Stryder, it’s been too long since you’ve been on the street, you’re losing everything that got you where you are. Anyway, I have information, but it’s risky, real risky”. He did seem to be getting steadily jumpier and jumpier, I couldn’t tell if that was fear or withdrawal. Graeme placed some more bills on the table but made it clear it would be the last. Crikey seemed to weigh things up, nodded slightly and then seemed to decide he was deep enough in he may as well see it through. Either that or he was calculating how long Graeme’s wad of cash would feed his habit. “The Doyle’s are in some serious shit. Johnny Doyle, the eldest, blew a whole through one of Seamus’ Belles, ever since then the crews been disappearing one by one. The Doyle’s are petrified, they don’t know who’ll be next and they’re running scared. The other Irish gangs haven’t got wind of all this yet, but when they do, you can bet your bottom dollar there is going to be a war and the Doyle’s will be gone for good.” I looked over at Graeme to check his reaction, he just seemed to be nodding thoughtfully. Then he looked up, thanked Crikey, and told him he could go. That was all that Crikey wanted to hear, he scooped up the cash, tucked it into his pants, and left. Graeme took a moment before turning to me. “It would make sense” he said, “there are only a few things that could do the damage that had been done to Tommy, and Seamus, being a Resser, is able to ensure some pretty scary things do as he says.” I didn’t know much about Seamus. I had always thought of him as some sort of Bogeyman, despite the fact I knew they had a whole squad dedicated to getting him off the streets over at HQ. Either way, it seemed to me that this had just taken a step above my pay-grade. -------------------------------------------------------- I am hoping to be able to be able to throw a little surprise into part 4 but will have to wait and see.

Scratch bass by Lamb. Is a good few years old now but it still does the trick for me.

Keen to see where this might go. I do like a gremlin story and you can't go wrong with some gremlin voodoo!

From one fun loving monkey to another welcome back! Ps that sounds painful.

Check out ayu beat by sodapop miniatures. I think she is a cracking mini. Much like le lcb and miss pack though, I'm a bit scared to lay a brush on her.

No problem with mentioning them as far as I know. It seems most of up started there. Glad you've joined us this side of the breach.

I do hope the bug will go away after this one, I have things need doing that aren't being looked at while the story is ongoing.

“What the hell was that? You damn near kissed that guy” I screamed as we entered the coach. “That, my endearing yet ignorant friend, was me finding out where that poor gentleman came from and what his evening proclivities usually are, or were, as the case now seems to be.” Graeme replied calmly. “Evening what?” I was puzzled by some of the big words that seemed to just roll off his tongue. “Let me lay out my observations for you, I imagine you noticed the same things and probably came to the same conclusions. The deceased is late 20’s, probably 29. 190lb’s and was maybe around 5 foot 9 in height, although it’s safe to halve that now.” He paused briefly to chuckle at his own joke. “He is of Irish descent, the shamrock tattoo on his right wrist means he must belong to the Doyle or O’Leary crime family, I can never remember which wrist they each tattoo, pretty sure it’s Doyle for the right isn’t it? He has probably not been on this side of the breach for very long at all. The shoes were his size but had never been worn, perhaps he bought them on the day he died? He has a sweet tooth and last night he enjoyed more than a few of that odd black drink they all seem to enjoy so much. That much you can tell from the smell of his mustache and the sugar on his coat” I stared at him for a moment. I was never quite sure how he did it or why he ever chose to throw me a bone. Still in honour of keeping to our unspoken arrangement, I pretended that had been exactly what I noticed “Hmmn, I responded, those were pretty much my thoughts in a nutshell. Glad to see we’re on the same page. So that means we’re now going...” “To the pub, yes.” “Graeme, I can’t go to the pub, I’m on duty now I think.” I wasn’t sure how that worked what with me being on a day off and all, I would have to check that out. “We are going to the pubs on Keel Street, that seems to be where the Irish among us like to spend their leisure time, all in the name of the investigation, don’t you worry about that.” I sat back in my seat and tried to shake off the feeling that that had replaced my lunch at the pit of my stomach. .......................................................................................................................................................... We entered the lion and lamb pub at 3pm and the place was already packed to the bursting. We made our way over the beer sodden floor towards the bar at the back of the building. A few people were shouting and waving at Graeme, I would say about 80 percent of them were ladies, it looked as if their male acquintences were taking note of the situation. Still, It would definitely be worth visiting this place when I wasn’t working one evening. I leaned down to Graeme, “Why are they all calling you by your last name?” “It’s the name I like to use when I’m not spending my time with you. Also, and I’m surprised you haven’t noticed before, it is the name I give to the fairer sex. I find it has a certain degree more mystique than my given name.” We reached the bar and Graeme signalled the barman over while untucking a roll of scrip bills from his inside pocket, this seemed to have the desired effect with the barman heading straight for us all obedient like. “What can I get you boys?” “A glass of your finest Irish whiskeys for me barkeep, and a large glass of that terrible looking black stuff you insist upon purveying. Oh, and while i’m here, I was just wondering if you had seen Doyle, eh, what’s his first name again, I can never remember, can you?” he asked tapping me on the shoulder, I just about had time to shrug before he continued. “Average lookin’ fella, ginger moustache.” “You mean Tommy Doyle? Well you aren’t the first ones looking for him today, but I ain’t seen him.” He poured our drinks, Graeme seemed to pay more than was required and we retired to a quiet corner booth. Despite myself, I had to admit that Graeme constantly surprised me with his quick wit. “How did you know they would know him in this pub?” I asked. “In truth, I thought we might end up having to to hit every pub along this road. When we’re together we do seem to get lucky with these little investigations of ours don’t we, it’s like someone’s guiding us. Still doesn’t seem to stop you getting beat up more often than not” he replied. “So where do we go from here?” “Firstly, I do wish you would stop calling me that. Call me by my second name will you. Secondly, I say we finish this drink and then get word out on the street that we’re looking for information on Tommy’s recent activities and may be inclined to pay for its supply. Unless you want to go straight over to Big Jim Doyle’s and straight out ask him how one of his crew ended up half eaten?” I didn’t know too much about the Doyle’s but I knew enough that I didn’t like the sound of that idea. “Lets go with your plan A”. I looked down at my glass and tried to form a view as to whether I would feel better or worse if I drank it. Before I could come to any conclusions though, a dark shadow passed over the frothy cream coloured head of my beer. We both looked up to see four rather large looking gentlemen in bowlers staring down at us. The one at the back started cracking his knuckles as the one nearest me placed his fists on the table and leaned in closer. “I hear you’re friends of Tommy’s, well that wee scrunt ran out of our regular game owing us some winnings last night. I hear you’re holding on to his cash.” I quickly took a gulp of my drink. I had the feeling I was not going to be allowed to finish it.

I'm in. Enjoyed the last one held down there a Fair bit. Glad that there's plenty of warning to whip the rest of my neverborn into shape.

I'm afraid I don't. I'm a sad monkey that I never invested in a Colette or Seamus crew though. If she is in the right scale she would fit right in, so to speak.

but I like her none the less. http://www.shop.microartstudio.com/lady-ellendeanne-p-545.html

I wasn't going to write another one of these but a slow day at work ended up with me throwing a few ideas around in my head. One of those was a Smokey and the bandit style chase through the badlands, which I look forward to writing at some point, but before that, one more murder mystery. Thanks for reading. ----------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 I had felt sick for months, 3 months to be exact. That was how long it had been since I had unwittingly sent an innocent man to his death. Since then my guts had been churning like a small boat in a rough sea. Right now I wasn’t sure if it was the sense of guilt that had been following me around all this time to blame, or simply the beers and clam chowder I had at lunch over at Jenny Macey’s canteen. As I sat in the Carriage with my best bud Graeme Stryder, I regretted that the damn messenger had found us so easily. Someone had discovered a body, and despite it being my day off, the Chief had decided this was one for me. The Carriage was Graeme’s private one, and despite the fact it was slightly more luxurious than most, the advanced suspension was not assisting in the effort it was taking to keep down my food. I turned and stared out of the open window as we passed a row of stores that all seemed to have had their windows destroyed. In truth, I just wanted my head to be near a gap, you know, in case the worst happened. We turned right onto a dusty side-street and travelled forward for just a couple of hundred yards, before pulling up next to an area of wasteland. I stumbled out of my side of the carriage. I didn’t need to help Graeme out, he had some fancy automated machine to lower him to the ground. Damned if I knew how it worked. He came round the back of the carriage just as I was taking a big lung-full of air. Something didn’t smell right around here. I mean literally, something really stank. “Let’s go shall we?” He asked. “When did you sign up?” I responded. He shrugged and started buttoning up his coat, knowing full well I would let him do whatever took his fancy. We headed away from the road and crested a small ridge. I looked around noticing that the parcel of land was almost bowl shaped, before descending down into the middle of it. Two redcoats were there waiting for us, well, me more specifically, next to what I assumed to be the body under a white sheet. You don’t get to where I am without observation skills! I recognised one of them as Duvall. He was ok, he had a chance of making it off the street, there had even been talk of him joining our unit, although I hadn’t heard anything about that in a while. “What have we got?” I asked as we approached. They both looked down at Graeme and took a moment before noticing my cold stare, and replying. “Deceased male, well we assume he was a male with the moustache and all, maybe early 30’s, unknown height and weight.” Duvall explained. “What the hell do you mean unknown height and weight?” “I take it nobody explained quite what we have here? Damned if I’ve seen anything like it before” Duvall continued, motioning his partner to lift the sheet. I crouched down and took a look. It took all of my resolve to prevent the contents of my stomach from evacuating and making a run for it. He was about my age, ginger hair and moustache, and where his legs should have been, there was nothing but a mulch of blood and bone. I had seen a body look like this only twice before - once after a big nephilim attack, the other a rogue necromancy - because despite the stories told to scare the kids, attacks of this sort of kind were few and far between. The odd thing of it was that where his feet should have been, was a brand new pair of shiny leather shoes. I don’t imagine a forceful attack could have ripped him right out of them, but hey what did I know, stranger things had happened. Either way, this was disgusting. I could only imagine the Chief picked this one special for me after all the fuss I had kicked up over my last couple of cases. One of these days I was gonna put his nose through to the other side of his face. I looked up at the Redcoats. “Hey guys, I left my camera in the coach, you boys mind grabbing it for me? And taking your time?” I asked. “What both of us?” replied the one I didn’t know. He clearly didn’t have a good instinct for self preservation but Duvall knew enough to grab him and start heading up the rise. When they reached the top I pulled the sheet clean off the half body or so that was down there, and motioned for Graeme to take a proper look. He wandered over, taking his time to look at the shoes, before slowly running his eyes over the cadaver and making his way round to the head. There he leaned over, put his face to the dead guy’s mouth and sucked in a load of air. That was it for me. I dropped the sheet and just managed to turn away from the body before my stomach tied itself in a knot, and in doing so forced Jenny Macey’s very own homemade clam chowder back out of me. “Right” said Graeme, “I hope that’s you finished, it’s time for us to go” he turned and started back to the carriage. I followed slowly, reaching the top of the natural bowl only to find Duvall and his crony staring at me in disgust. I grabbed the camera and shamefully boarded the coach.

Nicodem here.

Sweet work.

What he said!

He certainly won't be able to pull off the old classic. "I eat green berets for breakfast, and right now i'm very hungry!"

In terms of utilising the box sets it should work perfectly well. The pz's wont benefit from the buffs nico can normally provide but they are more than good enough on their base stats. As you say, canine remains are where you should go next. Probably drop the Flesh construct and replace with four doggies and drop to a 6 stone cache. Although I was personally never a fan of running a nurse she would be able to charge up the dogs.

Welcome on board. Glad to see you have been drawn into the madness.

Just don't let Rathnard see your pink comments. :poutcha:

This thread reminded just how long it had been since I had bought any films at all so this morning I went out and bought the following. Thirst, which has already been mentioned in here, and Confessions, which I don't think has been yet. Just finished watching Confessions and I thought it was excellent. Would recommend it to all.

They did have perfectly good skirmish games in the likes of necromunda and mordheim, they just chose not to support it. A few people I used to game with, to this day say Necromunda was their favourite GW game. Have to agree, the same people I mentioned above, whilst perhaps not fanboys but very heavily invested with GW with multiple armies in excess of 4,000 points in each system and just today I got a text asking me to explain warmachine to them. (I had already tried to convert them to Malifaux with no joy) At the end of the day, there will be people who stop buying but keep playing with what they have, and those that sell up completely. Until now I had always argued (despite being one of the ones who sold up) that they would continue to bring in enough new gamers that the losses could be absorbed, this time I am not so sure. Edit: and I have finally learnt how to quote from more than one post. go me.