All is well. I guess the weather, as well as new medications, were messing with my emotional and mental health. That is all. Carry on.
I haven’t written anything creative in at least six weeks or so. Because of that, old demons I had hoped were gone for good have returned to visit.
The hatch to the trophy chamber irised open and an armoured Aeldari warrior entered through the opening. A grav-cargo dolly entered through the open hatchway behind him. Sitting atop the dolly was the bloody head of an enormous Ork Warboss. The green Xenos head was covered in deep scars, attesting to the fact that the Warboss had been a true combat veteran commander.
As the hatch closed the Aeldari looked at the human slave standing near the far end of the trophy display case and gestured to the Ork head, “See to it that this gets de-fleshed and the skull is added to the other trophies.”
The human nodded that he understood his duties and guided the dolly into the attached antechamber to begin processing it.
Admiral Yaevin Worldsong walked into his personal cabin and stripped out of his blood-encrusted weapons and mesh armour and placed it onto the table in front of him for subsequent cleaning. There were servants and slaves for that, but Yaevin Worldsong preferred to do it himself. He always cleaned the tools of his trade personally because he felt it kept him grounded. He needed that. Especially after coming down off the high of his combat drugs.
There was a time when the thought of using performance enhancers would not have crossed his mind. That had been centuries earlier, even before he had become a Corsair. Before he had been exposed to the vices that originated from Commoragh.
Because of the Dark City, and the individuals who originated from it, Yaevin Worldsong had changed much since his younger days.
I realize this is supposed to be a writing blog, but hear me out.
Decades ago in the early 1990s I was introduced to Warhammer 40,000 by a good friend who owned a local comic and gaming store. He had a few factions to show off, but the one that caught my attention was the Eldar. When I opened the 2nd Edition Codex I was immediately captivated by the Eldar Corsair fluff.
Over the years I have bounced around between Loyalist and Traitor Astartes and I even had a brief fascination with the Kroot. But recently I have come full circle and decided I would rebuild/revamp my old Eldar pirate army.
While I’m going to use some of my old miniatures, I also intend to add some newer Drukari (Dark Eldar) figures. Hopefully, I will have time to paint them.
So, yesterday was my day off after having worked a full week plus three overtime shifts. My plan was to come home Sunday morning after having worked my most recent overtime shift and take a shower and sleep for a few hours. Then, I wanted to spend the rest of the day working on my story.
I got my shower and my nap. Then, Cutie (the family dog) placed herself into the scene. Well, she had other plans. Every time I had what I thought was a good idea for my yarn and was about to write the scene, she would come up to the rocking chair and stare at me until I stopped what I was doing to pet her. She did this continually until I finally put my laptop away and gave her my undivided attention. Events like these are one of the reasons I would never be able to meet an editor’s deadline.
Since my creative downtime has been preoccupied with Necromunda as of late, I was thinking of terrain pieces to build for the game. My thoughts wandered to Dakotamart. Most of you have probably never heard of it. It’s a regional chain of WalMart-like stores native to South Dakota. I have been to the one in Pierre, but it was several years ago. From what I remember about it, it was comprised of three floors. The ground floor was the grocery floor. I don’t think I need to explain that one any further. The second floor down was what I would call the department store floor, which featured clothes, fashion items, bedding and whatnot. The bottom floor was my favorite. It was the sporting goods floor, and it had a spectacular shooting sports department. My wife had to drag me away from that area of the store because I was about to break the bank on ammunition purchases.
As you can ascertain, this Dakotamart is a pretty cool store to venture into. My idea was to try to create a Necromunda version of it for game-play. The only problem with that is it would have to be a HUGE piece of terrain or at least several large pieces that fit together to form a larger playing area that would most likely take up the whole of the tabletop. I would most likely call it, “Hivemart”. Probably not a very original name, but it fits.
I figure if I don’t end up creating it for a game, I may write about it in some forthcoming Necromunda fan fiction.
This post is more personal musings than an actual informational post, so please excuse my meandering.
According to Google, the normal table size for games of Necromunda should be between 3 X 3 or 4 X 4 feet. I think the card table we have is 3 X 3 feet. I’ll have to check to see if Goodwill or a garage sale might have a slightly larger one, but the card table should work fine.
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of Necromunda over Kill Team. In theory, Kill Team is intended to be played on a 2 X 2 feet table, but the ones I’ve seen on the internet seem to be well above and beyond that size. Necromunda, on the other hand, is more of an up and down game. It requires terrain that is two, sometimes three or even more levels high. In my opinion that offers more game-play on a smaller sized table, which is what we have at home.
Another reason I’m leaning further into the Necromunda camp is I have grown tired of superhuman Astartes, masses of Imperial Guard and the like. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still plan on playing some version of regular 40K in the future with my Chaos Space Marines from the Red Corsairs, but for now, I want something a little different that doesn’t require large armies of miniatures. Something between ten and a dozen miniatures will do for me right now.
For games taking place in “The Sump”, I can look into getting some fabric that has a water effect look to it large enough to cover the tabletop. Also, maybe go to Dollar Tree and get some toy boats to convert into sections of the Sump lake’s makeshift and modified landmasses. I’ll use the wooden bases I have accumulated over the years to mount them to. Maybe I’ll make a comparatively large enough boat to use as well. Something big enough to accommodate the gang(s), but not too big. Maybe something about 10 to 18-inches long. It’ll need at least one pintle-mounted heavy or special weapon somewhere; probably on the bow. In lieu of or perhaps in addition to a boat, maybe make some bridges to connect the small landmasses. If it’s going to take place in one of Necromunda’s many hive cities, there will “need” to be water-skimming spiders? For those who do not know me that well, I’m no fan of spiders by and large. I don’t think I have arachnophobia. I just don’t care for them. There are plenty of other critters I prefer over the eight-legged freaks. Maybe I could substitute water snakes?
Anyway, I believe I’ve taken up plenty of your attention with this. Until next time, stay safe.
It’s been a while since I last posted a blog update. I’ve been a bit busy at work and writing content for my story during my downtime. I wanted to take a few moments to not think about all the real-life doom and gloom and to instead concentrate on some fictional pandemonium.
I have wanted to play the newer Necromunda (aka N18) since its release, but there seems to not be anyone around here who plays it. In all reality, I most likely would not have time to play any campaign games. I would though like to play some skirmish games. In doing so, I think I’m going to try to persuade my wife into playing some games of Necromunda with me. I figure she would like to play Escher since they’re all girls and I, of course, want to play as a Chaos Helot Cult.
I have some out-of-production Escher miniatures I bought several years ago and never did anything with. Since her favorite color is green, I guess they will sport that as their livery. I have some miniatures from various manufacturers who will fill the ranks of my Chaos Cult.
I just hope that with all this work, she will agree to play some skirmish games with me. For better or for worse, right?
I don’t care what you think about professional wrestling regarding the fact it’s scripted and choreographed; even though it’s “fake”, it’s still entertaining to me.
Anyway, I was thinking about tag-teams in wrestling the other day. I made a mental list of tag-teams I would put have to compete in a tournament for the title belts. Those teams would be:
1.) The Road Warriors (Legion of Doom)
2.) The Brothers of Destruction
3.) The Steiner Brothers
4.) The Hart Foundation
5.) Terry Gordy and Michael Hayes
6.) Kevin and David von Erich
7.) Kerry von Erich and Bruiser Brody
8.) Arn and Ollie Anderson
9.) Ric Flair and Tully Blanchard
11.) One Man Gang and Big Bossman
12.) Ronnie and Gorgeous Jimmy Garvin
13.) The Hardy Boys
14.) Sting and the Ultimate Warrior
15.) Edge and Christian
17.) The Sheepherders (the Bushwackers)
18.) The Dudley Boyz
Those are my choices.
I had my whole day planned out. After work this morning (I work night shift) I took a nap. Slept about two and a half hours. I’m off tonight, so it’s all good. After waking up I took the Cutie Girl (my younger son’s dog) for a walk. I then settled down to work on my Sci-Fi Western-Police Procedural story. WRONG! Today I have had the worst case of writer’s block in the history of writing.
Normally, I would eat some vanilla bean ice cream or microwave a bag of popcorn to get my creative juices flowing. In regards to the ice cream, I’m trying to keep the weight I’ve recently lost from finding me again. As for the popcorn, our microwave is busted. CRAP! I’ve tried to listen to some inspirational music to no avail. I’ve stood outside in the cool breeze and even gone for a walk. My old tricks just aren’t working. This is beyond frustrating!