A hippie Dreadnought attacks the Conspiracy at the Machismo Sewage Treatment Plant.
About this creation
The space hippies have struck where the conspiracy is the weakest… the empire’s sewage facility – coded the “machismo”. First responders on the scene try to slow the onslaught from a new hippie killing machine – the dreadnought.
The first counterattack results in immeasurable suffering and fatalities. A soldier cries “Run for your life! Run! I do not want my insides to become jelly for this white chocolate brother of doom! Noooooo!”
The pearly-white dreadnought. He used to shine an evil red, but fell into a vat of Polident and therefore became saintly white. Fearsome, colossal, irritated – why is he so evil? Could be that someone swapped his gear oil to synthetic without consulting him first.
Squad leader, Matt Damon, fresh off his latest bourne identity movie set, thrusts his body into harms way, screaming “vive le conspiracy!!!” Akimbo Uzis are handy in a crowd of hippie protestors, but against a hippie dreadnought they seem down right silly.
A counter-attack ensues; shots are fired from all directions. Literally thousands of rounds of ammunition are spent in a 30 second timeframe, all having little effect on the mechanical beast. The aggression seems to make him stronger... and whiter.
The hulking machine turns... facing the remaining contingent of soldiers, backing them against the facility’s walls. It waves its arms, knocking over troops in the way like empty beer bottles at Keith Goldman’s house.
The supply clerk, Sgt. Affleck, runs in horror as he witnesses a comrade’s body explode right in front of his eyes... As he makes haste he thinks “why, oh why did I let Silent Bob ruin my career as the emperor’s jester?”
The rocket brigade unloads countless projectiles. Everyone loves the swooshing sound followed by the crackle and pop… but wait?... They could only find the left-over fireworks from the last “don’t ask, don’t tell” parade?!
Special Agent Stallone tries to use his girth to hold the beast’s arm cannon down... he screams “stop or my mom will shoot!” which has little effect, and makes him a mockery of his fellow comrades for years to come.
Don't you hate it when people swap out your gear oil to synthetic without consulting you first, that always irks me! Blood does have the effect of smelling like rotten nacho-cheese, but only when squished like a blueberry muffin, death is SO great, isn't it? This has to be one of my favorite creations of all time...Nice build!
Ah such a stylized depiction of post-modernistic structural methods which symbolize expressions of cultural monolithic subculture presented by modern day life in the cubist abstract format.
I'm not sure what all that means so in short.. Truly gobsmacking work once again, Paul.
PS. My Mum wants to know when your going to return her DVD of ‘Stop or my Mum will shoot’ that you borrowed. ; )
I somehow recognize most of the movie and actor-related jokes in there... even though I hardly ever watch movies. Strange. Well, it's awesome, as usual! I love the big slick mech, but it needs to use its gun once in a while. Squishing is good, but why doesn't it get bored with that and just mow them down? Isn't war fun? I'm kidding. Anyway, great job!
Brassington, once again you take your industrial-grade diorama skills to the next level, this time by adding a mech to the mayhem. The mech itself doesn't look too hippie-like, lacking any flowery decorations, and apparently not powered by a smoke-belching air-cooled VW four banger. I bet they stole it, those thieving, geef-smoking hippies. Fine work dude, but where's the CSF or Lugnet announcement? Did I miss it?