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“Mr. Spud,” he pleaded, “you have to sell me one of those Journeymen.”

Scott was, of course, incorrect. But I was feeling generous, so I made him a counter-offer.

“These ones make up a set,” I explained, in the tone I reserve for small children and mischievous puppies. “But if you’re a very good boy, you can go to the wall, pick a mini, and I’ll make you your OWN Journeyman model. How does that sound?”

“Gosh! You really mean it, Mr. Spud?”

I did. I was enjoying making them, and they weren’t exactly difficult to construct. Some armor plates, a tacked-on backpack, and you’re pretty much done. Scott skipped off excitedly toward the Privateer wall, clapping excitedly the way he does, while I turned back to my work. Some time later, he returned; his face flushed with innocent joy, and his arms loaded with possibilities.

“Alright, now you can’t have ALL of them,” I reminded him, peering over the top of the glasses I don’t wear but that I have on for the purposes of this story. “You’ll have to pick.”

He deflated slightly, but after a few minutes of rummaging through his precious cargo, he made a selection. And while his choice was unusual, I think that ultimately, he made the right one.

And so, once my own work was complete, I set about the task of bringing joy to yet another young heart.

Step 1: ARMS!

Once the wires were in, I started the process of applying Fimo. Fimo is terrible at adhering to wire, so as usual, I laid down a coating of Green Stuff first, and then wrapped the Fimo around it while it was still soft.

Fimo was applied in small scraps and then smoothed together with a metal hoe tool.

Plates!

Additional plates!

Detailed plates!

OTHER SIDE!

Fimo!

PLATES!

Alright, moving on.

I had no guns in the scale that the young Titan required, so I had to build one. And if I was building a firearm, there was truly only one choice. When the discerning gentleman absolutely, positively needs his enemies slightly annoyed by an onslaught of small foam cylinders, he turns to the finest armament the Hasbro corporation has ever produced.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Nerf Maverick.

To start the weapon, I built a framework out of two rails– one on top, one on the bottom. I adhered them together against a spare blister using putty; once this was set, I applied the extra putty you can see on the surface there to help the Fimo stick to it.

As seen here.

I used tweezers to pinch the rail around the top and bottom of the battels.

And then everything was smoothed over with metal tools and clayshapers.

Bonus: This is what I was working on when I inadvertently became a cohost of Plarzoid’s recent experimental modeling hangout. I only found out afterward that the recording feed switched to my camera every time I talked.

Really weird to watch after the fact, and I think part of the reason Pete hasn’t yet taken another stab at one of these.

Sorry for wrecking your video, Pete! 🙁

Aaaanyway. Here I’ve added the… nozzle? I don’t know what else to call it. “The piece that spits out foamy death”.

Here’s an ALMOST completed shot. For some reason, I for some reason didn’t take a picture of it when it was finished, so you’ll have to take a gander at it a bit later on to appreciate its majesty.

For now, though, let’s get back to our precocious little pachyderm, whose arms have been baked, and who now needs some torso coverings..

As always, the Fimo here has been stuck down on top of still-soft Green Stuff. I apply a continuous thread of it around his waist and neck, and some additional scraps randomly around the back and belly to give it additional gripping points on the flat areas.

The chest plate and neck ring are going to be solid plates, but the tabard and belt are cloth. Thus, some fabric folds will need to be set up before I’m done.

I wanted to give him a sort of coat underneath his armor, so I filled in the area under his torso with putty and let it set, to give me a structure to press against when applying the Fimo.

I left a gap in the back for his tail to poke through.

He also needed goggles. Titans are prey animals, so they have side-facing eyes to help them spot predators. This means that Li’l Stompy was going to have some absolutely adorable goggles.

Here I’ve stuck the Fimo down on top of the Green Stuff dots.

Have I adequately hammered in the point that Fimo needs a bed of Green Stuff for good adhesion yet, or should I mention it six or seven more times?

We’re good?

Alrighty then.

ZOMG SO CUTE

Here I’ve added some creases to the back of his skirt. I didn’t get the tension points exactly right, but it was close enough, so I called it done.

Here I’ve attached the sexiest m*********ing weapon that ever passed through an injection moulding machine to the Titan’s hand hook.

In his other hand, he would receive…

… a stick.

Yep.

A hand was wrapped around the stick. Titan hands are super easy to sculpt, because they only have two fingers. The resulting fat sausage fingers are much simpler to build than the teensy needle fingers most other minis require.

A second hand went around the Maverick’s sensuous curves, ready to unleash its untameable potency upon the unrighteous of the world.

Warcasters generally have pipes that lead from their turbines to their armor; they usually run under the armpits, but our little friend here has much more available real estate on his back, so I decided that his hoses would feed into his collar.

Strangely penis-shaped fimo snakes go on top of the putty..

And then I attempt to resist the urge to make a “ribbed for her pleasure” joke.

I am, sadly, unsuccessful.

Stompy needs some clutter around his waist, so I opt to sculpt him a little pouch.

The process is here.

On the other side, I gave him a small ammo bandolier full of darts.

The last thing to do was to add rivets. As I went through the model, I poked tiny needle holes wherever I thought a rivet should go; once the model was baked, I went over it and applied itsy-bitsy putty balls into each hole, flattening the sides against the armor’s surface. This process is incredibly slow and tedious; I think the 40+ rivets on this model took me something like five hours.

And with that, my work was done. Scott’s parents don’t let him near paint anymore, so they have all of his models painted by a Chilean prostitute named Greg. Following their instructions, I wrapped the little fella tightly inside a bourbon bottle and threw it into the Pacific ocean, sure that the currents would take him where he needed to go.

Two weeks later, he found his way home.

Other than Greg’s appalling deviation from the Maverick’s sacred colour scheme (which isn’t her fault… Chile hasn’t allowed the importation of weaponized play foam since the mid-80s, so she’s probably never stood in the presence of mankind’s greatest achievement), I couldn’t be more pleased with her handiwork.

I watched with satisfaction as little Scott skipped away with his new friend, his head already swimming with thoughts of the adventures they would have together.

My heart glowed to see him go; and with my good deed for the week thus complete, I smiled warmly, pulled the goggles back down, and resumed the incessant hammering of the kittens as they fell from the chute.