MocOlympics Round 2: John Moffatt vs. Dan Church . It's not the ultimate question, but it's pretty darn close. . To Begin:
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Without further ado, I bring you my entry for MocOlympics Round Two: The Hyborian Age!
Hao! Dai ye! We won again! This is good, but what is best in life?
The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
Pictured: The open steppe, a fleet horse, a falcon at his wrist, and wind in his hair.
Wrong! Conan! What is best in life?
Zoom to Conan
To crush your enemies,
see them driven before you,
and to hear the lamentation of their women.
If the men in the tent are in fact the Mongols IMDB says they are, then the technical term for the structure is a Yurt. This is the whole of Build 1. I know I used the Samurai outfit. Humor me, okay? Good.
Build 2 without the figures. I tried for a bit of forced perspective with the horse, to a limited degree of success. The mountain range in the background was an after-thought, but I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out.
Regrettably I couldn't find a good way to replicate the guy's awesome mustache in Miniland scale, but I think he turned out okay. That bloody falcon though.... I probably wasted an hour and a half trying to build a bird I didn't hate. I didn't succeed.
Another angle. It also took me about ten minutes to balance the thing on his arm. Interestingly enough, due to some twist of physics, it doesn't fall but explode off of the arm and fly five feet.
Here is the full diorama of the barbarian attack. I'm pretty happy with it, but I realized shortly after the point of no return that I left myself no good way to capture most of the action in one photograph.
Here's an enemy being crushed.
This picture is a little over-exposed, but it's dark in the hut and I wanted to capture the kid's expression as a shirtless, 6'3", axe-wielding maniac charges him.
I don't get the impression this poor fellow is going to be spared. Also, the one barbarian who remembered to put on a shirt before looting, killing, and burning.
The diorama without figs. Again, the spears were an after-thought but I like them sticking out of the ground as if they had been thrown at innocent children playing in the field right as the horde showed up. Hordes always ruin play-time.
Some razed maize.
Okay, that was terrible.
The enemies. Not really too much to say.
A shot of Conan and some generic barbarians. Fortunately for us, the sight of a band of shirtless lunatics covered in spikes has not struck fear in to the hearts of men for eons. Seriously, probably not since the early 1990's.
Regrettably I wasn't sure which judge to bribe this year, so I guess it will actually come down to legitimate competition. Best of luck Dan! (just not quite enough to beat me)