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| The armchair it's sitting on is only toddler-size, sadly. And thank you Blogger for your mystic ability to undo photo rotation, very helpful. |
Seeing as I've been banging on about it for ages, I thought I'd do what middle-aged nerds of the internet generation seem to do and unbox it. Not as a video, I know that's the tradition. But I just don't have the power, sorry chaps.
So, what's in the box? Find out after the break!
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| Yes! The inside of a cardboard box! Never has wargaming looked so exciting! |
Lots and lots of resin, that's what. Fifty-fifty very nicely wrapped, with classy storefront boxes...
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| Juicy Dragon Pieces in Every Bite! |
...and the rest in ziplock baggies, just like plastic crack ought to be.
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| Street Value: Nil (even if you powder it and lie) |
There's masses of it. The basic backers package was around a hundred models, I never really counted it out. But I got a few extras as well, mostly massive dragons, worms, etc. What I'm basically looking at here is the total heat death of my painted-to-non leadpile ratio.
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| I got wrist lock just looking at this. |
Like any good bag, this is a mixed one. Some of the models aren't quite what I was expecting, but on the whole this is not a problem. For every poor soul whose weapon is a bit wah-wah...
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| It's never happened to me before, I swear. |
...there's one who's bigger, bolder or gnarlier than the early photos suggested. I've even managed to score a duplicate or two here or there, as well as a bit of stalactite I wasn't expecting. Fixing wilted weapons is pretty easy, too - simply run them in near-scalding water, reshape to your desire, then plunge into icy cold water. Along with your near-scalded hands, I particularly recommend that.
The white resin stuff they're made of is pretty good. Holds detail very well. Although it's not quite as sharp as a GW plastic, which means intricate bits are going to need a steady hand to bring out, it's all there. And the edges are sharp, much more so than, say, the rubbery men of Shadows Over Camelot.
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| Huge sword, tiny head. Tells you something about the guy, I think. |
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| Time to trim yer bush, love. |
Assembly is either already dealt with (needs a bit of green stuffing here and there) or very simple. Superglue bonds this stuff really well, and the parts are made with big, generous slotta-style joints.
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| Simply plug... |
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| ...and play |
It's dead easy to snip apart, too, as it's quite light, soft and bendy. That's a bit of a worry on the slimmer bits like weapons or fingers. At the same time, I have no fear of snaps or chips once they're in the Bag of Endless Minions. I've already done a weapon swap (forthcoming), it took under five minutes from conception to completion. I fear this may, for an impulsive fool like me, be a mixed blessing.
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| Like I could stick Connor McLeod on the top of this, no bother! And then regret having a tiny Christofer Lambert in my model collection for all time. |
Yes, some of them are downright ridiculous. But in a way that makes them look fun to paint, or at the very least palm off on an unsuspecting Woffbooter.
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| As the full moon rises, Jay Hawes becomes the mighty Sharkman! |
Overall? I'm well chuffed with this lot. If I wasn't on the fatigued downslope of my painting habits right now, I'd be hyperactive. Even with that proviso, two of them are already well underway.
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| For a bit of scale comparison, here are some GW troopers. It's a good match, the Reaper stuff is bulkier than I thought they would be. |
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| That's not a bow, mate. This is, well, okay, I suppose this is also a bow. We both have bows. Good on ya. |
Most of all, though, the monsters and heroes here make me miss playing DnD. Lots of them are sculpts of classic beasties like carrion crawlers or ropers, and they touch a neglected chord in my nerdy soul. Not so much that I've rushed out to buy 5th ed (or whatever it is now)! And I don't really think I am about to kick off another rpg epic in the near future, I think I've rather exhausted my enjoyment of those at the moment. But I did wipe a fond tear away and think on the old Undermountain days, so that alone was worth the price of admission for me!
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