It's ya boy, uh, Monsterhorse

First of all, I just want to say, I've spent an unprecedented amount of time cooing at these new figures, specifically, your boy Monsterhorse.

It began life as a hippo toy labeled "farm animal," that I got for Christmas from an ex's mom. I think of big dumb dogs when I look at it, the especially lovey kind, with all the floof and the slobber you could hope for.

Of course, this is a mutated Cybjorg Hippopotamus, probably stolen from a nuclear zoo, and it has minimal floof and maximum donk, but no one's gonna fault it for being the best boy. No they aren't.

Also, this big beauty comes with a very small howdah, so that all sorts of monstrosities can ride it into battle, which brings us to the next extension of the syndicate, Nils Nailsmith's dreadwalkers.

First and foremost, its become clear that Nils is no longer the biggest and baddest of the bunch. Here's Papa Wheely, a mad titan if you will. He saw a statue of a green lady once, and was thusly inspired to become the statuesque being presented here.

There's also this coy bugger, who's allegiances within Nils' posse have yet to be divined.

Then, chickenlegs has made some friends. How literal are we being here? Who knows?

Who are these hideous chaps? What wretched souls do these fleshy and tinny prisons harbor?

Who cares as long as they hop, skitter and crawl to the demands of their deranged jarl.

With the posse now ten figures and a vehicle deep, I'll probably have to get around to stating them soon, and maybe also getting a little fancier with my photography. With any luck though, I can whittle them down to a nice 500 caps so they can begin their tyranny over Libertyland, the new campaign supplement from Jason over at Thunderchild. What a romp!