So in an effort to pick up some "hobby mojo" I did a delve into the murky depth of the ancient bits box. Ignoring most of the crap in there I discovered a few relics from 1995's boxed game which had been previously mauled and mutilated by an over enthusiastic younger me.
Salvage of old damaged and broken models is actually quite satisfying isn't it? Even though I really should be painting my existing models not making new ones to add to the ever expanding mass of forces that look at me and judge...judge..jud... Err... Where was I?
Oh yeah. So I cobbled together this cheeky little bugger from spare modern Goliaths and a leftover classic.
Meet "Harris".
Happy chap isn't he? He likes painting hazard stripes, stimming, whacking people in the spuds and thinking he's the boss. He dislikes Escher as they're taller than him and he has a complex about it. One day he'll stimm enough to be as tall and beefy as the other Men. He also dislikes Escher as there are no spuds to whack. So he has to aim higher at boob level which also just reinforces his height issues.
Here he is hanging out with with Black and Decker.
He'd also like to point out that he's still working on his back, but he's proud of it so far.
One day he'd like to join the gang and be all shiny and technicolor. For now though he'll continue WIP.
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