Army countdown - only one evening left

[janewilliams20]

More army-building updates

Wednesday night - spent far too long finding textures and images to make the Mini (complete with four elephants) look like it's on the M4. Which it now is, though I note that that foam-core stuff does manage to bend a bit if you attach paper texture to it with wood glue and leave to dry. Still handy for poking "poles" into for attachment of signs, though.

Cut out the bases for the Ivor army this morning. Looks like Dave got nowhere with the pics, I'll do them tonight.

Army lists formatted and almost done.

Dave's little tanks are almost painted.

I've got tomorrow off, but I'm still using the word "almost" far too much!

There's a possibility that I'll be running the Duck Point Boat Race in the evening. If so, I'd better sort out some figures and character/boat sheets.

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I owe you ....

[soren-nyrond.livejournal.com]

... the SP on "prootwaddles" (from a while ago).

I think they originated in something called The Fantasy Trip: they certainly turned up in at least 1 other RPG. They're diminutive humanoids -- possibly with unusually-shaped faces -- whose main attribute, once you're round the Reduced Height, Reduced Strength, and Non-Improved Dex, is that their maximum Intelligence tended to be 6 on a 3d6. And among their characteristics is that they can (and do) forget to breathe. So every few turns, the prootwaddle has to roll to see if s/he remembered. if not, they (irritatingly) don't die, but just fall into a coma until they remember. They also fixate, especially on Player Characters. And they say "proot". Quite loudly. And more repeatedly as they get Interested. Which is one of the reasons (I suspect) for the forgetting to breathe -- they're too busy remembering what it is that's caught their attention, how many friends they want to share it with, and how to pronounce their racial call.

Basically, if you're Alone in a Dungeon, and you hear, down a corridor, a mournful "proot! Proo-oot!", Don't Go That Way. Even if the option is a dragon, or Boris Johnson. Strong men have killed themselves rather than know that, every time they move, a voice will say "proot ?" (in a rising tone).

Bless you, and all the best for the Welsh-themed thingummie. Mind out for the Sheep-In-Suspenders.

Re: I owe you ....

[janewilliams20.livejournal.com]

I now need to work out how this species has survived, before I can use them. They have to appear, obviously, they're far too good to lose, but how does even one survive to be old enough to produce off-spring?

Hmm, possibly the only ones seen by the outside world are the senile ones, past the age of reproduction? They've been kicked out as useless by the rest of the colony?

Re: I owe you ....

[soren-nyrond.livejournal.com]

I imagine that they have found a means of anaerobic reproduction.

Either that or, The Act is carried out in a manner that also involves autonomic respiratory action.

Besides, the Gods of Chaos make sure that they multiply, on the off-chance that one day they will Take Over The World.


Proo--oo--oot !!!