Post by Lord Mercat on Apr 9, 2014 12:31:35 GMT -8
So, one of the games I play is brikwars, which is basically a lego wargame. Unfortunately most of my friends aren't really into too much wargaming, or legos. 
However, I have found that keeping squads small allows for shorter games and thus keep my friends interested. My best friend told me that if I made him a squad of nuclear radiated skeletal astronauts he would play with me more often. So, I acquiesced and this is the result. The name, idea and description are my friends, but the design is mine- tell me what you think!
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They come without warning and leave nothing but a measurable increase in the background radiation in their wake. They strike without any pattern or plan that can be discerned. They ride the solar winds as a school of piranhas rides the river currents. They have been dead for a long, long time.
Who were they? Were they early astronauts mutated by the unnatural radiations of space? Were they an experiment gone wrong? They appear to have been human, the skeletons visible beneath their tattered space suits making that quite clear. But if that is the case, why does radiocarbon dating of the bones of the rare slain specimen show them to be 1.3 billion years old?
They have no names for themselves. They have no names for anything. But we do. We call them Plutonauts.
However, I have found that keeping squads small allows for shorter games and thus keep my friends interested. My best friend told me that if I made him a squad of nuclear radiated skeletal astronauts he would play with me more often. So, I acquiesced and this is the result. The name, idea and description are my friends, but the design is mine- tell me what you think!Description:
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They come without warning and leave nothing but a measurable increase in the background radiation in their wake. They strike without any pattern or plan that can be discerned. They ride the solar winds as a school of piranhas rides the river currents. They have been dead for a long, long time.
Who were they? Were they early astronauts mutated by the unnatural radiations of space? Were they an experiment gone wrong? They appear to have been human, the skeletons visible beneath their tattered space suits making that quite clear. But if that is the case, why does radiocarbon dating of the bones of the rare slain specimen show them to be 1.3 billion years old?
They have no names for themselves. They have no names for anything. But we do. We call them Plutonauts.
