Bring Out Your Lead 2015

Bring Out Your Lead is an annual event about all things Oldhammer. People play with with Citadel Miniatures from its heyday play editions of games that were once and now are not other than in the hearts and minds of Oldhammerites, meet the creators of those games and that universe and generally have a good time.
  Unluckily I only got to attend Day 1 but luckily my girlfriend got some great pics of the event. First up pics of JB's fun game 'Do Rogue Traders dream of Electric goats?' where an assortment of factions battle it out in an Blade Runner like atmosphere of paranoia trying to sift out who is who while trying to make sure they don't shoot their friends of protect their enemies.

Next up Warhammer Ahoy - the quality of the fantastical ships were just astounding. As you can see the one with the balloons was a fave of Irina's.

Sneaky pic of Oldhammer godfathers Ricky Priestley and Anthony Ackland.

Axiom checking out excellent Ackland art with the great man beside him.

'Cool man, wicked old lead........' Some random fool.

Papa's Pus Racer

At long last I have finished my entry for the venerable Captain Crooks' Death Race at this year's Bring Your Own Lead event. Ladies and Gents, I present you to Papa's Pus Racer:

On a planet far far away and 38,000 years in the future a trio of orphaned brothers ferreted a living scraping and collecting fungus on the Imperial Hive World Estalia IV. Puco, Chichi and Mingo would escape their terrible toil at the end of the day by sneaking off into the sand dunes after their shift and racing their precious Burninator Rodeo class convertible around the dunes, competing against the brat sons of the Hiveworld's upper class.

   All good fun but the brothers were dirt poor (literally .... sometimes it was their lunch) and they had little left after what they did have was spent on petrol. And their beloved vehicle started to fall apart - pistons were rusting, oil was eating through the bonnet and cogs had crumbled. 

The brothers despaired. What little hope they had was invested in this precious rust bucket and without it their life was nothing.

One day while they were chugging along what had started to be nicknamed 'The Shed', Chichi noticed a new bobblehead on the dashboard. It was damn ugly and fat with weird horns but it gave him a warm benevolent feeling inside. Mingo seeing his bro's confusion, reassured him : 'Aye, dontcha worry about that nuthin' bro. There were all these weird symbols and shit at the stall, but it's okay...'.  Chichi noticed the car was looking worse than ever..this weird fungus shit had started to grow in the joins and Mingo was smelling even worse than ever but hell, didn't this car work better?

  The brothers grew grosser and more decrepit over time - Puco went blind and his arms started to grow hard skin, Chichi started to grow webbing between his fingers. Some even seemed to be growing together and not only was Mingo losing his hair but he was shedding skin too. The car went the same way - the brothers won races just 'cos the other racers would swerve to avoid their shit bucket - but it ran like a dream and never faltered.

  At first the brother's were annoyed and confused when they lost their jobs and they were driven out of their shanties and into the underhive, but the more others hated them, the more warm paternal glow of the bobblehead gave them succour.

   Months later the great plague hulk Decayanius descended from the heavens and unleashed a toxic virus killing millions. But to the Espanto brothers it felt like they were going home...

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Some more pictures for you all :

Talk about corrupting the innocent - this the poor child's toy I defiled to make this abomination.