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Have the techmarine playing minesweeper on a small portable screen while standing in the middle of an actual minefield, as though he were trying to figure out how to proceed with his predicament :P

 

Haha I loved this idea. Great army by the way. Love the humor. My fav was the guy with the caught cloak. I was actually just thinking about that the other day. Kinda impractical to walk around a battlefield with a huge cloak off yer back.

A normal tactical marine trying to hide a Rules Lawyer's body in a bush? which turns out to be an SAP?

 

A rhino, bar armour plating? Very nervous driver sitting inside?

 

Hmm, having to make it scratch built might put a damper on it, unloess it was one of the few vehicles that survived, that got stripped down for armour plating...

 

Or an April Fools by drunken techmarines.

Like others have said I'm not a huge fan of inserting my own ideas into other people's armies but this one came to me last night and I thought you might like it.

 

Have a marine who uses a chainsword trying to start it via pull chord in frustration like it won't start. Chainsaw style.

Like others have said I'm not a huge fan of inserting my own ideas into other people's armies but this one came to me last night and I thought you might like it.

 

Have a marine who uses a chainsword trying to start it via pull chord in frustration like it won't start. Chainsaw style.

 

oooh i like that! :D

Like others have said I'm not a huge fan of inserting my own ideas into other people's armies but this one came to me last night and I thought you might like it.

 

Have a marine who uses a chainsword trying to start it via pull chord in frustration like it won't start. Chainsaw style.

This thread's given me a number of smiles (thanks much, Doghouse!), but that made me snort.

I seriously want a baneblade for this army now but that'll have to wait untill next month at the earliest. I need one to make "The Fortress (of doom)"

 

that baneblade will need a hot tub.

 

with a bunch of naked marines in it :D

that would be awesome :HQ:

I seriously want a baneblade for this army now but that'll have to wait untill next month at the earliest. I need one to make "The Fortress (of doom)"

 

that baneblade will need a hot tub.

 

with a bunch of naked marines in it :P

that would be awesome :sweat:

 

Still wearing their helmets of course. :sweat:

love this thread, i just read through it in my lunch break, and was having REAL trouble not laughing out loud like a loon, it was seriously very funny doghouse, you should get back here and do some more work on these, so you can actually make someone ROFL for real :P

Thanks guys! :)

 

Just to keep the thread ticking over untill I can get the next update in place here is a bit of background material for the Order! I will be fleshing this out a little more with the history of the order once I have some shots of the models up and running.

Basically they are a parody of the Inner Circle of the Dark Angels that came into being once the chapter decided they were Dark Angel Successors.

 

The Holy High Order of the Secret Hidden Truth that is Hidden.

 

Brother Target-Practice had no prior knowledge of the existance of this area of the fortress monastery or the fate that lay before him deep within its bowels. Silently and cautiously he followed the robed power armoured figure through the dark winding passages. Ancient and terrible gargoyles engraved by an unknown hand leering at him from the bulkheads through dark shadows cast by the suppressed lighting conditions.

Few had ever passed this way since the creation of the order, only a select few even knowing its existence and even fewer knew of the exact location of their hidden chapter house. A legend within the ranks of the clones told only in awed whispers, no-one knew of the order’s origins or true purpose.

The figure in front stumbled forwards slightly before slowly and grimly turning to the visor of his Mk II crusader helm to face him. The eyes glowed menacingly in the dark.

Target-Practice looked down to see that stepped on the back of his guide’s robe.

 

“Sorry…” He smiled nervously as he lifted his foot off the floor releasing the snagged cloth from underneath his power armoured boot.

Slowly the figure turned and continued along the path ahead muttering to himself.

 

The Ante-chamber was a lot smaller than he’d been expecting if he’d been entirely honest with himself. It wasn’t as grandiose and awe inspiring as he had imagined it would be. In fact if he had one word that could best describe it at that point it would have been ‘cosy’.

 

Around the walls, assembled in a great semi-circle facing inwards shrouded by their hooded robes were the esteemed members of the Order. Stood before them at the front of the assembly behind a lectern towered the ominous form of the Master of Ceremonies.

 

“The supplicant shall receive the holy garments of our blessed order so that he might smite the foul terrors of darkness and strike fear into the hearts of the impure!” The Master of Ceremonies voice boomed out dramatically across the ante-chamber without warning or introduction.

Brother Target-Practice accepted the robes given to him by his mysterious guide.

 

“And now the supplicant shall read from the label adorning his garments of office his new name granted to him by the holy powers on high!” The Master proclaimed.

 

Nervously Target-Practice stared down at the robe; he struggled to make out the arcane lettering in the dim light of the ceremonial chamber.

 

“D…no wait a second…D…R….” He muttered as he pulled the robe closer to his face, turning it in his hands as he tried to catch the light “D…R…DRY…DRY CLEAN ONLY!” He said out loud rather proud of himself.

 

“Arise Brother Dry-Clean-Only…” The Master’s voice boomed out once more.

 

“No…wait a minute…I’ve…I’ve read the wrong label…” Target-Practice stammered in protest.

 

“Brothers let us welcome Brother Dry-Clean-Only to the embrace of our holiest of orders! Guardians of the Hidden Truth that is Hidden and most trusted protectors of the great secret.” The Master proclaimed.

 

“Erm…excuse me…there’s been a bit of a mistake here…I think I read the wrong label…” Target-Practice continued to protest despite the roar of his fellow members of the order “…it actually says Shadow-Stalker here on the front…”

 

“Sorry?” The Master looked down from the pulpit in bemusement as a hush fell over the congregation.

 

“The label clearly says Shadow-Stalker; I think I read out the cleaning instructions by mistake!”

 

One of the armoured figures flanking the Master leant over when beckoned and the two muttered to each other in whispered conference.

 

“Well, we’re not really sure what we should do, nothing like this has happened before…” The Master said a little bemused “you see it’s all about tradition really when it boils down to it. We’ve finished the ceremony now…so I’m afraid that’s all there is to it!”

 

“But Shadow-Stalker is a much better name, how am I to strike fear into the hearts of the impure when I’m called Dry-Clean-Only?” Target-Practice complained “You might as well as just have named me Brother Towel or…or…or Brother Toilet-Brush!”

 

The argument was interrupted by the clatter of a pewter tankard being thrown to the floor in anger followed by a loud bang as the ante-chamber door was slammed shut.

 

“Oh well done,” The Master groaned “I hope you’re happy now you’ve gone and upset Brother Toilet-Brush!”

 

Target-Practice felt the eyes of the entire assembly glaring at him.

 

“Maybe Dry-Clean-Only isn’t so bad after all…” He smiled sheepishly as he started to pull the robe over one arm.

WIP The Holy High Order of the Secret Hidden Truth that is Hidden.

 

The idea behind this squad is that they are members of an order that parodies the Inner Circle of the Dark Angels. To be honest they are a hotch-potch collection of spare parts that I've slapped together but with a similar theme to (Former) Emperor's Champion Large McHuge in that they keep getting their robes snagged on stuff and tripping over.

The first two guys are pretty standard and will be getting the foe fether bolter upgrades, the third is Brother Clutz who is tripping over a sash that will be green stuffed around his waist so that he is stepping on it and falling forwards.

 

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b141/Doghouse12/Picture169.jpg

 

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b141/Doghouse12/Picture170.jpg

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