Monday, 17 September 2012

Here comes Fatty!!

I've been having a go at honing my zombie skills,
My ZOMG zombies are in a scooby doo green, so I thought I'd go for a more ""realistic"" look with these guys, to keep the horror element in this game.
First, a tester
To speed up the painting process (I have over 100 of these damn things to paint!!) I picked up some grey primer, this would save priming in black then requiring a base coat of a lighter colour, I can simply paint the colours straight onto the grey base.
I also picked up a pot of Pallid Wych Flesh (GW layer) for the flesh, with a wash of Reikland Fleshshade (GW shade). This gives them a human colour, but a with a pale bloodless look
I couldn't resist doing a Fatty

 I pretty much followed the box art for this guy, but I have plans for some simple modifications to change a couple of these guys up for different proffessions. (need to find some hats...)

I'm currently painting up some of the female zombies, and my my are some delicate clothing on show! oh well, it's not pervy if it's shambling towards you!

On a different note, it's Triple Helix Wargames 2nd birthday this weekend, so I'll be making a day of it over there saturday, seeing what games I can get involved in - maybe someone will finally want a game of Zombicide...

Well, Until next time,


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The Lucky 88th History

The Lucky 88th

The Royal planet of Borlina is just off the Cadian gate, once a thriving hive planet with a high percentage of royal and rich descendants from Terra itself. Now a diseased, war torn hell hole, home to a twisted secret the Inquisition would rather not recount.

The Curse of Borlina

During a Chaos incursion (Blood & Bile of the Rich Invasion 960.M41) Inquisitor Payne ordered the Orbital Bombardment of the entire planet, choosing Viral Bombing as the means of execution of the foul beasts and corrupted Governors.
Unfortunately the Borlina PDFs were also sentenced to death, whilst deeply in conflict with the Chaos forces.
Under pressure from Inquisitor Rayvenn (of the Black Storm), Inquisitor Payne mercifully ordered areas with high concentrations of loyal forces to be bombed with a weaker strain of the virus. Whilst the planet was bombed with Virus 1, a highly corrosive airborne agent which subsides after 1 day. Virus 13 (a Plague like virus with no corrosive element) was deemed legal for use over loyalist troops, who were forewarned, advised to find cover and don gas equipment. Low on supplies, deep in conflict and without gas equipment the lucky 88th miraculously fought off Virus 13 as if it was a bad case of flu.


A nearby Commissariat fleet jumped at the opportunity to put together their own personal force and made planet fall to gather together the pockets of loyal troops into a fighting regiment. This proved quite difficult, requiring the aid of the nearby Space Marine chapters (“Dragon Marines” and “Black Storm”) to seek out loyal forces.

The largest surviving regiment had barricaded themselves in the Master Palace, which impressed the commissariat no end, for it was a disease ridden nightmare, the very palace itself was a Nurgle infested monstrocity.
Having already adopted the name “Lucky 88th” due to the large amount of survivors from the 88th regiment the troops added a Lucky Ace symbol to their armour and vehicles, much to the annoyance of the commissariat who view it as graffiti and unofficial. In return the more senior commissars keep their gas-masks on when in combat to stir anger into the men, making them fight harder for the injustice caused to them. Lower Commissars tend not to test such practises, wary of the men turning on them when cut off from high command.

Recruitment: The Virus Run

Any outsider coming into contact with any surviving member of the Borlina virus attacks must first be inoculated from the infectious version of the virus which can be fatal to weaker immune systems. New Recruits however are not so lucky. Firstly they are put through a year of heavy training wearing gas masks. Graduation into the Lucky 88th is only complete after a gruelling month fighting through the Virus Run, a heavily infected area of the former Borlingrav Palace, now a Bastion of pestilence and disease. The survivors of this infamous death zone gain the respect of the rest of the regiment, except for the veterans who hate all outsiders including the commissariat.