Well, I managed to find the time to do a bit more work on them, including one that I managed to build completely. Behold the dread apparition that ripped it's way through Tim's penal legion yesterday evening. All they did wrong was fail to dedicate enough care and attention to maintaining their kit and weapons. The next thing they know, they've had a sound bollocking from the local commissar and found themselves in the vanguard and a whole world of manure...
|Bleuuurrrr. I want to eat your pancreas with some acorns.|
|I once met a dude with even worse teeth than this.|
|Don't look them in the eye. They'll only get angry.|
|These were great fun to mess about with. I reckon I'll be adding more soon...|