My Side of the Wastes
Looking over my shelf, I wanted to hammer down some of the narrative of what my gaming table could/would be, in the corner of the Wasteman world I'm building up. This is coinciding with some terrain repair/recrafting I've been meaning to do, so between the set design, the fresh plots, and the new minis I'm working on... its a busy workbench.
Johnny Colossus and the Rat Pack - a band of unlikely comrades, generally meandering and leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. They're hands for hire, and usually good at getting the job done, or at the very least not dying at the first sign of stormnados.
Also, we're introduced to the Dread Carnival, who are zombie clowns marauding across liberty land for an unknown Necromeister. Do they spread joy? Fear? Plauge perhaps? Why not all three?
The March of the Cybjorgs, led by Nils Nailsmith. The clanking gears and hinges of the misshapen horde cackle over the sands, as they search for salvage to repair their ancient chassis, The Monsterhorse.
The Pug Alliance, coordinated between Karl Barx, Mean Moe, and Tex Barkana. These hearty hounds are aimed at fortifying a settlement for dogkind, out of the broken world made by those selfish humans.
Uncle Istvan's Menagerie - a wyrdman on the fringe of society has brought together a collection of the twisted and tormented beasts from across the wasteland. Some of these Kritters and Modz have lived on the outskirts of civilizations since before the bombs fell, and the fires tore across the planet, but now under Istvan's care maybe they have a shot at the pastoral life.
Betty's Manglefolk, a posse led by the eminent Fugly Betty, peddling wares to sustain the colony of mutants.
Olga's Bandits; still at large, still not in charge.
The Swyneherd of Gannon Skull-Snacker - The glory hogs ex-rockband turned ballistic barbarians.
Knights of Gnar - crusaders of the gnarliest order, these knights strive to bring their brand of faith and justice to the world above. Also, giant terrifying snails. Yeah.
DRAMATIC PERSONAS
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| cool miniatures, and also a 1:1 scale thumb. |
Johnny Colossus and the Rat Pack - a band of unlikely comrades, generally meandering and leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. They're hands for hire, and usually good at getting the job done, or at the very least not dying at the first sign of stormnados.
Also, we're introduced to the Dread Carnival, who are zombie clowns marauding across liberty land for an unknown Necromeister. Do they spread joy? Fear? Plauge perhaps? Why not all three?
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| For these guys, thumbing rides is hard for a handful of reasons. |
The March of the Cybjorgs, led by Nils Nailsmith. The clanking gears and hinges of the misshapen horde cackle over the sands, as they search for salvage to repair their ancient chassis, The Monsterhorse.
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| That's one big motherpugger. |
The Pug Alliance, coordinated between Karl Barx, Mean Moe, and Tex Barkana. These hearty hounds are aimed at fortifying a settlement for dogkind, out of the broken world made by those selfish humans.
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| Inside you there are two wolves... erm, or one alligator. |
PLAYERS OF UNREALIZED POTENTIAL.
Betty's Manglefolk, a posse led by the eminent Fugly Betty, peddling wares to sustain the colony of mutants.
Olga's Bandits; still at large, still not in charge.
The Swyneherd of Gannon Skull-Snacker - The glory hogs ex-rockband turned ballistic barbarians.
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| look at that deathcargot. |
Knights of Gnar - crusaders of the gnarliest order, these knights strive to bring their brand of faith and justice to the world above. Also, giant terrifying snails. Yeah.
IN SUMMARY
I think there's a lot of room here for narrative interplay, with some really divergent playstyles too, which can be expected when you realize YOU HAVE NINE WARBANDS for a game that you play less often than you visit your dentist, (I mean, its more about the creative pursuit, but also Heck.)
That said, a lot of these figures gathered literal dust in addition to the figurative dust, so I had to brush them off before most of these photos were taken. However I've yet to tackle the shelf itself, so until I roll some crits on some dust bunnies, that's all she wrote.
That said, a lot of these figures gathered literal dust in addition to the figurative dust, so I had to brush them off before most of these photos were taken. However I've yet to tackle the shelf itself, so until I roll some crits on some dust bunnies, that's all she wrote.
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