madjackdeacon

Yeah, all I've had is deafening silence. Order #3307. I got the order confirmation and nothing else yet. Maybe something will show up this week...

I felt the same way about a lot of these points. That's a bunch of negative space in the mecha-suit. What's keeping her the armature aside from good intentions? I was worried less about control since I figure her arcane ability allows the mecha-suit to mimic her actions which is why it's in the same pose she is. With these questions in mind I began converting her. I'm pretty happy with the results so far. To deal with the extra space in the body/boiler I add a few gribbly bitz and some tubing: The front view: and to keep Hannah from going flying out of the suit I added harness straps from pinstriping tape and anchor points from HO scale rail bolt heads: And now she's all ready to ride into battle safely!

Theres some overpainting on it. I've got to cover the Vallejo Tinny Tin with a flat black. And you can see under it a bit, so i'll add some sand and some flock just for a bit more realism and to tie it together with the basing in the rest of the crew.

Here are a couple pics of my Steam Trunk: Note: The base isn't finalized yet, because I'll base my entire crew at the same time. Comments, questions and critiques are welcome!

I'm just perplexed as to why it took this long to determine this shortage. I can't imagine that the Widow Weaver wasn't ordered by about a bazillion Neverborn players considering how good she is. What the real reason here? Did the Guild seal the warehouse for an inspection? Did a real Widow Weaver take up residence and make a dozen Teddys from the warehouse worker's corpses and shelving? We demand to know!

Looking for the new plastic Taelor & SoC, unassembled and unpainted. PM me.

I'll be tripping down from Chicago and looking for some pick up games of Malifaux here and there. Feel free to PM me your contact info and maybe we can set up a game or two. The advice above is really sound, but I'd go the other way with regard to the amount of money you bring to spend. Set yourself a budget and stick to it. It's way to easy to wind up with waaaaay too much stuff to try to get home. I know that I've had trips to Gen Con where I was wondering how the hell I was going to get all my swag back to Chicago, and it's only about a 2 hour drive north! Now try to figure out how your going to repack your bags for the flight back down under. Of course, you could always do the underwear trick...

And here is a WIP shot of Ramos' first effort... Sorry for it being so dark. I'll post up some more as it nears completion

I've been playing with a Rail Crew (an Arcanist Mei Feng) and Ramos lately, and I've been thinking about adding Willie The Demolitionist as a support model for either crew. Any thoughts out there concerning Willie post Wave 2 beta?

Thanks for the compliment! And I think that I figured out why there's such a scale problem. Much like the Gen Con, supertall, Viks/Student of Conflict, the Brass Arachnid was scanned/cut/cast to a different scale. It's 1:1 scale.

It'll fit. You've just got to do a LOT of planning, pinning, and tweaks to the back legs.

Hell, I'm surprised that I'm the first to mention Drawing Dead. It's a great insight into Justin's creative process behind the game.

Oh yeah! I forgot about Briscoe County Jr. That show was awesome. And Bruglyother has the measure of it with "Bunraku" which to me seems to be more roaring 20's than western, but the gunslinging feeling is there, so it works.

Here's my Ramos crew with Miss Step instead of Howard Langston. Getting the Brass Arachnid to fit was a bit of a bitch and required repositioning the legs, but it WILL fit on a 30mil.

Gallowwalkers It's full blown spaghetti western style and moderately entertaining. Has a nice undead storyline, Wesley "Always bet on black" Snipes, a saloon dancing girl, and seems to be very much in the flavor of Malifaux (less any soulstone references.) Been painting my new Ramos crew while it plays in the background. What other movies make you guys and gals think of Malifaux? Maybe The Warrior's Way? Any others? Moderators: If this fits somewhere else, please feel free to move it, move it.

The M&SU box comes with 6 (and the bases for 6 individual Steam Arachnids or 2 Swarms), but I did buy two more Steam Arachnid boxes so that I can swarm them up.

I could totally see both the Brass Arachnid and Joss on 40mm. Kang is a 40mm model. You can't tell me that Joss isn't as big a bad@$$ as Kang. I got into Malifaux at GenCon 2013, and picked up Miss Step. So I'm running with her instead of Howard. I might put him together later, but for now, she'll be my Steamborg Executioner.

Got my new M&SU box on Monday night. Got busy on it on Tuesday night. I'm totally in love with the models, though I'd like to see how Wyrd suggests the Brass Arachnid is supposed to fit on a 30mm base when its legs sprawl about as wide as Langston and Miss Step. There was much bending going on.

I've had some pretty good success with the Metal Gamin in my Rail Crew. Since pretty much everything except Kang is a construct, you can chain Railwalk Mei Feng into combat and out again if you set it up right. And with Seismic Claws Mei Feng is an absolute beast to deal with as she leaps in triggers a bunch of hits then Railwalks back out of melee again. Additionally, a couple of Metal Gamin can make your Rail Workers more durable and Kang can pretty much make it so that even the really scary stuff doesn't frighten them off. The challenge is making sure you're not too bunched up/too close together for those crews with blast effects. I've got a Rail Golem, but I've not used it with my Rail Crew yet, but I'm thinking it and the Emberling are going to be hanging out a lot...

I'm in.

Great job! Cool to see the L.E. show up in Malifaux!

I've added my entry. Find it here.

“You’re out of your depth, pretty boy.” The crusty miner glared at the cards in his hand. He glared at the serving wench when she brought a jack of thin watery beer. He glared at the whores plying their trade. And he glared at the young, clean-shaven, and dapper player sitting across the table from him. A silver-shod walking stick rested against the stranger’s side of the table. A well-manicured left hand rested on five cards flush with the surface, and the similarly well-manicured right hand drummed out a tattoo on the scarred wood. Between the two, a decent stack of crumpled scrip, gold and silver coin, and a softly shimmering stone the size of fingernail attracted every eye in the house. The three other players folded early and the only players left were Dirty Tom and the clean stranger. “Well, you gonna raise, call, or fold, pretty boy?” snarled the miner. “You should probably fold, pretty boy. You barely even looked at them damn cards.” Dirty Tom raised the jack of ale to his mouth, gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of beer, and glared at the mug as if offended by the taste. Thin foam clung to the wispy mustache giving it slightly more body than it already had. He gestured with the leather jack of ale. “You keep up that annoying tapping ‘n someone’s liable to cut them damn fingers off, pretty boy.” The stranger let out an exasperated sigh. He reached into his coat pocket with his left hand and removed a large roll of what appeared to be British Pound notes. He set it on top of last few gold coins in front of himself and pushed it all toward the center of the table. “That should be £2,500. Call.” The stranger’s voice was even with only a hint of the Empire. The entire bar held their breath. Dirty Tom briefly forgot his glare as he ogled the pile of cash, but like night falling in Malifaux, his usual expression quickly dropped back into place. “You from Britain, pretty boy?” “No.” The terse answer seemed to rile the miner. Pushing back from the table, he began flipping over the cards, one by one. The crowd began murmuring with excitement as each card landed. The five of Hearts The six of Hearts The seven of Hearts The eight of Hearts And finally, the nine of Hearts By the time the last card came to rest on the table, the bar was in an uproar. Men were cheering and clapping Dirty Tom on the back and shoulders. The whores were whooping and flashing scandalous amounts of leg. The dapper stranger was the only source of calm in the eye of the storm. Left hand still resting on his cards. Right hand still tapping out its strange rhythm. And like a curious infection, his calm was contagious. Those closest to him noticed it first, and went silent as they waited to see what the response to Dirty Tom’s straight flush was going to be. The stranger flipped his first card. The ten of Hearts The Jack of Hearts The Queen of Hearts The King of Hearts “You flip the Ace, pretty-boy, ‘n Imma cut yer bastard heart out, you sonuvabitch.” The stranger’s hand hesitated over the last card as he locked eyes with the miner and the corner of his mouth quirked up into a subtle smile. Dirty Tom could see the stranger wasn’t pausing out of fear. Amusement crinkled the corner of the stranger’s eyes. “Tell you what. You cut my heart out if you can, Thomas.” The stranger said, as he flipped the last card. The Ace of Hearts hit the table and the bar erupted into cheers again. Stupefaction and anger fought for control of Tom’s face with anger winning out in the end. The stranger sat stock still save for the right hand that continued to tap out its weird beat. And as Dirty Tom began glaring at the stranger again, he failed to notice that the pulse of the crowd noise was matching the beat of the stranger’s rhythm. The tinkling note from the piano rose in time. The cheers of the crowd were like a chorus, and they surged and danced like puppets to an insane irregular beat. The pulling of the beertap was like a backbeat, and every so often, a whore’s cry of pleasure would echo down the stairs as a bridge from one verse to the next. Roaring, Tom lunged to his feet, pulling his Bowie knife, and throwing it hard at a chest that was no longer there. The stranger had spun out of his chair, taken up his walking stick and begun tapping out the irrational cadence on the barroom floor. The knife shivered in the cheap wooden chair. Its thrum lending a short-lived bass note to the twisted staccato tune that had engulfed the bar. And then the beat stopped. Dirty Tom finally noticed that every eye in the place was on him, and each one was filled with feral hunger. Hands were hooked into claws. Teeth were bared. Chins were flecked with spittle. Some of the patrons licked their lips. Some were actually drooling. “Who are you?” whispered the miner. “The name is Morgenstern, and when you play cards with the Devil, don’t let him deal.” The stranger turned and began walking out the door. “Good-bye, Thomas.” The crusty miner’s screams and curses lasted longer than the stranger expected. Finally, the only sound coming from the bar was that of tearing flesh and cracking bone. The stranger withdrew a chased silver case from his jacket pocket and lifted a cigarette out. The flare of the match caught a bloody gleam in his eyes as he lit his smoke and flipped the lit match back into bar. A trickle of flame danced at the lintel, then slowly inched its way up the doorframe. Despite the beginning of the blaze the sound of murder and dismemberment continued. As the bar was engulfed by the blaze, not another scream was heard. Witnesses say that the only survivor was a dapper young stranger who walked away whistling a strange tune…

I kinda view it as Gremlins are notoriously bad shots, and them hitting something at all is pure dumb luck and probably only grazed the poor soul on the other end of the weapon. The half damage comes from the ricochet as the round bounces off a rock, an anvil, etc. and returns tumbling and almost spent of it's kinetic energy.

Mmmmm. Oreos...