We all make mistakes in our youth. Taking risks is the order of the day, but often the results are catastrophic. This was a proud piece of so called terrain that I made as a teenage wargamer.



You can see it's got "chipped paint" and loads of burn damage, applied by none other than the zippo and hairspray method.

I would take this terrain to tournaments, at the time it had a massive plume of cotton ball smoke coming from the engine. A lovely addition to the battlefield, but met with a mix of praise and rebuke. The critics inspired me to wreck a Chimera, this time out of pizza box -- but that's another story.

I've recently recovered my collection, and after a decade, I want to make amends to my melted friends. As every piece of terrain should demonstrate it's effect in the game, I've built a circular base to represent the cover provided by the wreck, while the height of the outer perimeter begs no contest.

Took some stones from the garden, a few backpacks (two off of the belt pouches on a GI Barbie scale toy), some jewlers snake chain, and a piece out of my printer which is just asking for an imperial eagle, but I won't apply anything until I've decided on a chapter for the landspeeder.

I added arms and shoulder pads from my bitz box, sawed the torso to achieve a slumped pilot. I pried open the superglued hinged door, and affixed it to reflect the crash. Now it's time to give this wreck a better paint job than my sister's hairspray ever could.





