As promised, with the Negavolt Cultists now in the bag I’ve returned to working on Blackstone Fortress with renewed vigour and, all being well, I should have a herd of angry beastmen ready to show you within the next few days. However they’re a long way from being the only thing on the painting desk and today it’s the turn of some hideous plague ridden zombies.
I will admit that I’ve not been feeling a great deal of enthusiasm for my poxwalker horde lately. Nonetheless they’ve not been entirely left to grow dusty with those at the front of the heap enjoying the odd five minutes of attention here and there until, as though by some organic process, I discovered that these three were pretty much painted. Thus in between the beastmen I took the chance to add some finishing touches and get them out of the way.
One of my goals with this project has been to make every zombie unique. Regular readers will be aware that I’m no fan of clone armies and so ensuring that every duplicate poxwalker was converted in some way was an absolute must.
This next is one of my favourites so far. I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it but it was fun to really let my hair down and indulge in some ghastly gory horror.
I wonder what this fat lad has been eating to end up looking like this? Maybe it’s best not to ask…
For comparison here he is next to his unconverted brother. The model on the right is the original model, the one on the left is the converted version.
As I said these didn’t take the greatest amount of effort to complete just the occasional few minutes whenever the mood took me over a period of months. As a result they’re probably not my best work but I think they come into their own when viewed as part of a horde. I’ve always insisted that I didn’t just want “some zombies” but a full-on zombie horde and on that front at least I think I can proudly say I’m getting there.
Whether or not this leads to a burst of Nurgly energy remains to be seen although I suspect it won’t, too many other project are vying for my attention at the moment. Indeed this has really been nothing more than a distraction from Blackstone Fortress so I’ll sign off by putting my honour on the line, nailing my colours to the metaphorical mast and promising to get those beastmen painted by the end of the week.