The coming of the Hollow King
Got an amazing deal on the ThreeZero T-51 Fallout 4 power armor through ThinkGeek. I'd made my peace with not getting it when it came out, but the price was right, and I couldn't resist. It's such a fantastic figure, so freakin huge! Thought I'd snap off a picture with my custom Nuka-Cola machine.
I also just finally got around to 3D printing a 1/6 scale Pip-Boy, so I am pretty fired up to get back to doing a custom figure of my Sole Survivor.
Marrow Deathblessed. I took this photo during the Saint Crow photoshoot this fall. I loved how it came out, but refused to post it until I named her, and have been wrestling with it since.
Deathblessed isn't really a name. Among the loose confederacy of tribal nomads the rest of the wastelands refer to as the Scut, the Deathblessed are rare. It has been said that they are unnaturally strong and fast, and can disappear in a moment. There is a supernatural reverence for them among the tribes of the Scut, and they believe that they walk with 1 foot in our world, and 1 foot in the lands of the dead.
I feel like she's about 95 % done, but I'm just not quite there.
So, now that I've been making 1/6 records, I knew I needed a record player. I've been looking for one for a while now, and finally decided I'd take a crack at just making my own. I feel like the design is totally something I'd pick up myself if I saw it.
Full gallery here.
Even in the wastelands, sometimes you get snowed in. As long as you’ve got some good music, something strong to drink, and good company to drink it with, you’re in pretty good shape.
Been thinking about these pics for a while now, and took getting snowed in the other day to experiment a bit and try to really learn this camera. Extremely happy with how these all came out.
Sometimes, they get some weird weather in the wastelands.
Been seeing a bunch of stuff popping up on instagram from people using Werble, so thought I’d check it out. Thought this came out pretty awesome.
I've been wanting to make 1/6 scale records for the longest time, but as I developed the post apocalyptic world of the Radio Kings, it just started to feel like a necessary prop. I finally found some laser cut plastic circles. I believe they were intended as bases for gaming miniatures, but I could order them to size and they were perfect for what I needed. I used a compass with a razor tip to cut the grooves, and just put everything else together in photoshop.
The one thing I wasn't expecting was that, while it is really easy to get album cover art online, it's really hard to find the back cover art, or the the art on the record sticker. So most of these are photographed from albums I own. Particularly proud of that Cramps record, since the vinyl cover is completely different from the art they used for the CD.
And of course, if I was going to do this, I knew I had to start out with some of my all time favorite records:
The Cramps - Big Beat From Badsville
Beach Slang - The Things We Do to Find People Who Feel Like Us
The Gaslight Anthem - Sink or Swim
Murder By Death - Red of Tooth and Claw
Head over to HERE for the full photoshoot gallery and a bit of backstory.
Enjoying the snow out here today by staying in. Even in the wastelands, the answer to a cold snowy day is a hot drink, a little whiskey, good music, and good company. Thought I’d share a fun preview of some stuff I’ve been working on. Stay warm out there.
It had been said recently that Saint Crow should keep an eye out for Mahogany Rush when scavenging for records.
Been meaning to start making 1/6 scale records a while ago, and this was a great excuse to get started. Plan to do a ton more!
Took a ton of pics of Saint Crow, 1st of the Radio Kings, but wanted to at least post this little teaser while I get the rest up on the site. Stay tuned.
When the end came, it was not with a bang. No, in the end, we proved that neglect, greed, and ignorance could do more damage than bombs ever could (although the bombs would come later). The temperature continued to change, but we ignored the signs. We polluted the ground, and the air, until almost nothing could grow. When access to clean water, clean land, clean food became a privilege reserved for those that could afford it, so did good health.
While the rich grew powerful, unchecked, this shortsightedness could not last forever.
By the time it became impossible to ignore, it was too late. By the time the people fought back, there was almost nothing left to fight for, so they killed each other for the scraps left behind, while the world starved and rotted and the cities burned.
Still, the richest survived. They built impenetrable citadels, hoarding what resources were left. They took the technology, and with it the means to grow food, to clean the air and the water, and they crushed anyone who came for them, for there was only enough left for themselves. They saved those that would be useful to them, convincing them that to be a servant behind the safety of the walls, was better than to die outside of them. And this they chose to believe.
Over 100 years have passed. In the wastes, only the the strong, the heartless, and the brutal thrive. They've finally learned the lessons of the world's former masters. The fortresses that the leaders of the old world built to survive have become their prisons and tombs. Men who knew nothing but how to reap what others had sown, everything they have continues to break down and decay. So their soldiers venture out into the wastes to take what they want - the servants that they need, children to fill their army's ranks, and anyone with the knowledge to fix their decaying systems.
But even now, there is hope.
Crowther, or Saint Crow as he came to be known, was the first of the Radio Kings. Born in the wastes, he was taken by the men of the Citadels and raised as a soldier, his body modified to be strong, fast, resilient. Children were pitted against each other, until only the strongest survived - and Crowther was a survivor. But once outside the walls, everything changed.
He was part of a scavenging party, looking for old technology, when he discovered rock & roll - The Clash's London's Calling cassette, still in an old radio - and there was no going back. He escaped his masters and disappeared into the wastes. He wandered for years, digging through the ruins of the old world, and devoured any music he could find. Cassettes, cds, vinyl, old MP3 players, anything that he could get working. And then he found it - an old radio station that could be repaired, in a town that could be rebuilt. He sent out word. He'd gather the people necessary to make it all work. This is where he would start over.
Others would follow, and other towns, other stations would rise. In a world where so much had lost any value, old records became currency among these new leaders. They would build something new from the ashes of the old world. This is the world of the Radio Kings.
So that's it. My introduction to the post apocalyptic world off the Radio Kings. It's the context and background that's rattling around in the back of my head as I design the characters, and then build the figures, that inhabit it. I'll write more, and as I finish new figures, will be posting their backgrounds as well. And who knows. Maybe over time, it'll grow into something more, and I'll find the time and energy to build it into something proper and readable, like a novel or a comic. But for now, I hope you enjoy the bits of story along with these characters.
Reverend Spooky makes things.