Is your Munitorum Container half full? or half empty?

Curiously, the combination of bare plastic, and interior primer over-spray doesn't look half bad...

The distractions are legion but yes, I'm still puttering along on this little project. Its just about ready for the roof to be glued on, so figured it would be best to show the interior contents before they become shrouded in darkness. First up, the cargo side of the container:

Stacking...its not a thing apparently.

Tucked away in back is an old, reclaimed bronze statue of some long forgotten Space Marine hero. Whilst not visible amongst the clutter, there are two large holes going partially into and one all the way thru this metal masterpiece! Clearly this was the work of a power drill heavy cannon fire. What can be seen is that this glorious relic has been repeatedly shat upon by a multitude of little feathered heretics (yes folks, by Inquisitional decree hunting season is now open!).

Next up we have a fuel drum, jerry cans, several boxes and crates no doubt filled with all sorts of essentials, and lastly two slightly used, but still serviceable bolters. Of course the 800lb gorilla in the container is the dented but apparently serviceable Exterminatus device (just in case things take a turn for the worst, and the container's owners want to add a good ol' fuck you to their glorious last stand.

Don't forget to turn on the that firewall...

On the other side of the partition is the cogitator array. It will control the still-to-be-added heavy stubber turret, as well as serving as a communications hub, data processing, downloading heretical yet so alluring Slaaneshi cultist pornography...

Moving on. Tucked in next to the cogitator is a small, worn container. It probably serves as a step stool when performing maintenance on the stubber turret above, or perhaps as a seat whilst um...enjoying, the above mentioned...um cultist, uh...propaganda...

lol, gluing on the roof is next, then taping off the exposed innards, followed by priming the exterior (whenever this arctic weather decides to go back home) and so on.   

Is your Munitorum Container half full? or half empty?

Curiously, the combination of bare plastic, and interior primer over-spray doesn't look half bad...

The distractions are legion but yes, I'm still puttering along on this little project. Its just about ready for the roof to be glued on, so figured it would be best to show the interior contents before they become shrouded in darkness. First up, the cargo side of the container:

Stacking...its not a thing apparently.

Tucked away in back is an old, reclaimed bronze statue of some long forgotten Space Marine hero. Whilst not visible amongst the clutter, there are two large holes going partially into and one all the way thru this metal masterpiece! Clearly this was the work of a power drill heavy cannon fire. What can be seen is that this glorious relic has been repeatedly shat upon by a multitude of little feathered heretics (yes folks, by Inquisitional decree hunting season is now open!).

Next up we have a fuel drum, jerry cans, several boxes and crates no doubt filled with all sorts of essentials, and lastly two slightly used, but still serviceable bolters. Of course the 800lb gorilla in the container is the dented but apparently serviceable Exterminatus device (just in case things take a turn for the worst, and the container's owners want to add a good ol' fuck you to their glorious last stand.

Don't forget to turn on the that firewall...

On the other side of the partition is the cogitator array. It will control the still-to-be-added heavy stubber turret, as well as serving as a communications hub, data processing, downloading heretical yet so alluring Slaaneshi cultist pornography...

Moving on. Tucked in next to the cogitator is a small, worn container. It probably serves as a step stool when performing maintenance on the stubber turret above, or perhaps as a seat whilst um...enjoying, the above mentioned...um cultist, uh...propaganda...

lol, gluing on the roof is next, then taping off the exposed innards, followed by priming the exterior (whenever this arctic weather decides to go back home) and so on.