Apparently, Space Hulk is amongst the evil empire’s best-selling games. The attraction is clear; heavily armoured Terminators clunking down claustrophobic corridors, using their chainswords to cut through bulkheads. Why, it was even popular with the WHELKS* when we were all in our thirties. Terminators were smaller in those days and could fit into corridors without getting stuck in the doors.
So, one frosty morning, I thought that I would give it a go in true-scale ….
There is only one man to go to in Wellingborough for over-engineered power tools , and he is known as Sarge. Suzanne came back saying,
“Can you lift it out of the boot for me? It’s too heavy.”
Outstanding! This sounded promising….
It took me ten minutes to start the two-stroke engine, and an hour to cut through the bulkhead. Gratifyingly large quantities of toxic fumes and dust billowed everywhere. It was VERY NOISY! By the time I had finished, the garden was covered in a thin layer of brick coloured space-dust, and any gribblies lurking in the hulk must have fled in terror at the noise. Best game ever!
This dude ….
…should not be confused with this one below. (Note the puny arms and freakishly long torso of the sculpt above).
Uniform afficionados will note the safety glasses and armoured boiler suit. I have swapped out my customary builder’s cowboy hat for a Teeside-pattern safety helmet.
As an antidote to all the fun that I had just had, Suzanne gave me a window to block the new hole. Happily, it fitted.
If you want to know what a Golden Demon quality true-scale Chainsword looks like, then go here.
*Wellingborough Historical and Ever-so Loosely Kultural Society