Friday, 29 May 2015

Survivor- Hugh

Ok- So this time we are back, and with a vengeance!

This story follows on from last weeks...

... I ran to the back door. My daughter cried as I wrenched her arm, trying to get her out of there as fast as possible. I reached the back room, slamming the door behind me, wedging a chain under the door knob.

I reached where the back door should have been.

But there wasn't one.

Only a wall.

No way out.

I grabbed her, pulled her close, and huddled in the corner. She was crying.

So was I.

The door knob began to turn, slowly, then more vigorously. Then with a crash, an elbow burst through the door. He was taunting me then, laughing.

An arm reached through the hole in the door, fumbling for the knob.

I took my opportunity, grabbing the largest and sharpest of the wood splinters I drove it into the hand reaching through.

He screamed, the hand withdrew in shock. But only for the gap to be replaced by the black, red and white of the snake

The taunts continued, the snake slivered closer and the hand reached through and opened the door. The snake and the man crept closer. Blood dripped from his wounded hand, he stopped to lick it up, a wicked smile on his face.

Behind him, a figure appeared, big guy in a faded brown jacket.

He spoke in a gravelly voice, like someone out of an 80's TV show. "You all got any food"

The snake-man turned and said "This food is mine..".

With that, he drew a knife from his waistcoat and lunged at the big man.

I remember how loud that shot was, a sound that I am sure still deafens me to this day. The big man stood there, arm outstretched, a doublebarrelled shotgun in his hands. The snake man lay dead on the floor, his snake scurrying out of the room, never to be seen again.

The big man lowered his weapon, it's barrels still smooking, the stench of burnt gunpowder in the air.

He simply said "they ain't food"

Well, another survivor done! Hugh comes from the Reaper range, this is the Bones incarnation of him. I have been uninspired by the Bones range so far, the plastic-stuff it is made from I find dislikes being painted, and is quite soft and on occasion lacks detail.

Now, in saying all of that- I found none of those things with Hugh. Casting was crisp, it wasn't a soft plastic and after I gave it a good scrub in warm water with dishwashing liquid to clean off any oily residue from the mould release, Hugh took paint very well. I was so impressed, that I would be more than happy to order more!

The paint job is pretty standard, but another one done. Am I back on the painting horse?

Anything is possible :)

Here is next weeks!



  1. Very nice dude! Great to see "Mad" Hugh in something other than black leather, it's a great look. You've always got to watch out for the cannibals!
    Does this mean Django ain't coming back?

    1. I was feeling like the narrator in last weeks story needed a break, can't be too depressing! Hence, Hugh taking him down....

  2. Good to see you back, Chris. I have this figure myself and he is quite outstanding for a plastic sculpt. I like that you stayed away from the obvious "Mad Max" paint scheme. I may well pinch your colour scheme for my own "Hugh."

    1. I have to say, it was really nice painting him. Felt much less forced that Django at least.

      You are more than welcome to pinch the colours!

  3. Hmm - he looks nothing like me (well, maybe a bit, when I was younger). And I'm not mad - just a little crazy at times!

    Nice job though :-) .


    1. I don't see why he couldn't be named after you in that case :)

  4. Nice work mate. I've yet to take the plunge with bones yet. I keep looking at pieces at shows but never biting the bullet and getting them I love my metal to much!

    1. I totally agree- but this one was a cracking sculpt, and the bones material worked well for it!

      Will I buy more? probably. Will it stop me buying lead? Heck no!