Did you forget to shave throughout April? Have you cast aside all vestiges of civilization and returned to the darker, bestial side of humanity? The Target for April painters was to walk on the wild side, and paint models that showed the potential for feral savagery or wild abandon. Let’s take a gander at what meandered off their painting tables…
Pete F smashes down the door this month with his Gorax, the poster child for underarm deodorant.
ScottieFTW bet it all on red, lost, was tossed into the badlands, survived on a diet of small rodents and cactus juice, and was then run over by Helga On Wheels. He’ll tell you all about it if you buy him a drink.
Fiendil’s coming from the other side of the tracks with his gang of crust punks for Wild In The Streets. I approve of the cargo shorts.
Dicewraith has signed a contract with Tzeentch. Any moment now I expect him to sprout feathers, en extra limb or two, and start hovering around on his own spiky hoverdisc.
Plarzoid’s skinks are perfectly adapted to camouflage themselves among the custard swamps of Ulgu.
Tyler couldn’t decide between wild growth and feral rodents, so you get both Rocket -and- Groot.
I don’t know if Wallorspin was deliberately channeling a Spirit of Vengeance feel for his Helga On Wheels, but I dig it.
49 stepped out of his comfort zone to try something new, the Blacksun Barbarian. Wild, feral, and up for some hammer time.
Ragnarok lived up to his monicker by taking the Odinson and stripping back come of the civility. Can you really call Spider-Man feral though? I mean, I guess it depends on how long it’s been since he washed his tights.
Crann777 worked up a super spooky Grymwatch, who’d look perfect hunting the streets of Shadespire.
DrQ’s Kringle may not be feral, but the earlier gnomish myths do paint Kringle with a wild brush. Not quite the Hogfather, but still.
MyEvilTwin wasn’t barking up the wrong tree. Rather, he’s grooting up the groot groot.
Gramut tried to convice me that his Questoris Knight Styrix was controlled by a cortex patterned off a feral badger, but I’m not convinced. Slightly torqued marmoset, maybe?
Lonelymonk has been tackling the Widower’s Wood models, including a school of Bog Trogs, some Swamp Gobbers, and a posse of Gatormen.
Miggy Sawdust wants to eat your brains. He knows he’s not allowed to, so he painted up Venom instead. Cerebal Cannibalism by proxy.
Howling at the moon and wearing a modest loincloth, March winner is 49! Send me an email with your mailing address, sir. Note that I’m not sure when I’ll next be able to get to the post office, but when I can, I’ll be getting something sent your way.
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal, one golden glance at what should be… The words came to my mind unbidden as I pondered what kind of challenge we’d set for May. Sometimes, a little Freddie Mercury is the answer. Your target for May, my dear losties, is to dream the dream, to weave reality at your whim. It’s a king of MAGIC.
Show me your spellcasters, your creatures of the fantastic. Second star on the left and straight on til morning, I want to see magic manifest in miniature form!
Send in your pics of newly painted shinies to firstname.lastname@example.org by Noon EST, May 28th. Deadline is deadline, people. Once more, one random participant will receive a little somethin’ somethin’ in the mail. You want somethin’? You gotta submit! Don’t forget to include your online handle! Oh, and if you can make the pics attachments to the emails rather than inline, that’d help me on the formatting end.