Ninjabread - Wargaming Scribbles, by Curis, every Space-Friday

Ninjabread 23 - RSPCM

The RSPCM I originally conceived of after seeing expensive resin superheavies mutilated by underskilled modellers. Such as someone who buys the Forge World Fire Dragon and welds a Commissar to it for use alongside their finger-painted Baneblades. I'm all for stretching your own ability and encouraging people to enjoy their hobby in whichsoever way they choose, but I reserve the right to point and laugh in much the same way you do at the wannabes on (say) Britain's Got Talent. You're not sneering at the lack of talent, but instead just amazed at the gap between how good they are and how good they think they themselves are.

But then at some point in the writing process the strip stopped being about that.

And on a side note, here's something else I've drawn recently with a bookshelf background.

No Sarah, I was asking to see your thesis.

No Sarah, I was asking to see your thesis.

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Posted by Curis at 8:09 AM

Ninjabread 22 - Medical Descriptions

Describing symptons is something awfully difficult, and I always seem to draw comparisons to things I have no actual experience of. "I feel as though I've just had my appendix out." "It's like period pains."

English classes would do better to teach self-expression and communication rather than grubby Yorkshire poetry. As a schoolkid I had to study the drab poetry of Simon Armitage. He produced a collection of poetry called Tyrannosaurus Rex Versus The Corduroy Kid. The first word of that title is awesome. The second sounds exciting. By the time to get to the third word you're pretty much shivering with excitement at the concept of King Lizard battling with a zombie robot or something. But then, wham, you get to word number four - Coudroy - and all your excitment melts. Damn you textiles. Damn you.

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Posted by Curis at 12:34 PM

Ninjabread 20 - Tournament Painting Accessories

Ninjabread's twentieth strip will be familiar for all tournament-attendees. It's tradition to have something left to do on the Friday night, from simple tasks such writing out copies of your army list to enlisting everyone to pitch in assembling the unit you bought on the way down.

Painting in a hotel room

I really like finishing armies for tournaments, and have an awful habit of starting (and only just finishing) one for every tournament I attend. I feel weird taking the same army to two consecutive tournament, I guess it's a hangover from when I just did one event a year.

Drinking in Nottingham's Speakeasy

Am I alone, or are you one of those people that's entirely unstressed and serene with tournament deadlines, as your army's been finished for months and all you have to do is decide which band tee-shirts to wear?

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Posted by Curis at 8:46 AM

Comics return

Like a rotting zombie bursting forth from its grave, Ninjabread the Comic returns this Halloween to visit devastation and woe on all and sundry. And it's a very festive strip being the thirteenth in the archive.

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Posted by Curis at 12:01 AM