Dimensional Shamblers

It's the 1920s.  Or is it the 1930s?  We're not sure.  Doesn't matter.  Mankind braces himself for war whilst Eldritch forces stir restlessly beneath the Earth and malevolent intelligences glare down upon his fragile civilization from the lightless gulfs between the stars.  Here and there, scattered about this helpless little planet, handfuls of humans suspect the truth.  Some seek to ally themselves with the horrors from beyond time and space, deeming their victory over man inevitable.  Others seek desperately to beat these forces back into the darkness and to save mankind from a fate worse than extinction.  Still others hope, perhaps insanely, to channel the powers to benefit their own ambitions, or those of their societies.  To the unknowable powers the feeble twitchings of a doomed humanity matter but little.  Evil things begin to pour through the seams of our reality.  Darkness is nigh.

I've been collecting Lovecraftian minis for about as long as I've been collecting fantasy and sci fi minis, but I've never made a serious effort to paint any of them.  Recently I got to taking a look at the Strange Aeons game and wondering if it might provide a fun system to use with my Cthulhu miniatures.  Bob Murch's wonderful Pulp Figures line should supply plenty in the way of intrepid investigators.

Got the Dimensional Shamblers here in a lot on Ebay recently and decided to paint them up.  Wonderful old Grenadier minis from their too-small Call of Cthulhu line. The light in my little monk's cell of a billet is absolutely terrible, as you can see from the pics. I'm hoping I can improve on it a bit in the days ahead, but not terribly optimistic about it...

There's something about the word 'shamble' that I've always found amusing.  I don't know what it is...

Shamble shamble shamble....

Back at it.

At last.  My little painting desk is built.  The Reaper Paint set has arrived.  They threw in some free brushes which was very nice of them.  Mrs Mouse mailed me a box of minis and other stuff from back home.  Now I can return to what really matters:  Painting and playing with little toys.  So this is pretty much what will be filing up my field of vision when I'm not sitting on dumb screen lines, finding IEDs, filling out stupid paperwork for battalion or going through whatever other pointless motions are deemed necessary here at the end of this largely botched conflict.  Stack of diet coke stolen from chow hall within easy reach. Minis. Paints. Internet on the laptop, MST3K's Revenge of the Creature on the mini DVD player in the background.  Mini coffee maker next to the mini dvd player.  I'm set for the duration!

Time to get back to work.