Excerpt from A Treatise on the Downward Spiral, by Reznor Trente of the Nine Nails, circa M2-M3:
What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
Despite the name, the unfortunate fellow below has nothing to do with my Ordo Chronos warband. He is a different breed entirely: a Chrono-gladiator.
It’s just one of the nearly endless little items in the 40K fluff that gives the setting so much texture and depth. Chrono-gladiators are pit-fighters, cyborg slaves that are some kind of cross between wind-up killers and all the character’s in Justin Timberlake’s In Time:
I promise it really is worth a watch if you haven’t seen it. Anyway, these unfortunate souls have their bodies heavily modified with augmetic weaponry and are given a countdown for how many minutes their lives have left. The only way to extend the timer is to kill opponents in combat.
Pretty grim stuff.
So, of course I had to create one of these for INQ28. He’s been built for a while now, but I finally finished painting him during last night’s hobby marathon. I picture this dour fellow as a veteran gladiator, broken and battered from an extended lifetime of combat. His left arm sports a massive industrial saw as a weapon, while his right arm, well… that weapon was recently ripped from his body, and hastily replaced by a crude blade. Whatever works to kill, to extend that timer.
Anyway, here are some shots of him:
Um, ignore my finger in that last pic. Didn’t notice it until this post was pretty much done.
Thanks for taking a look!
Be sure to keep an eye on the clock, citizens.