At BOYL this year the mighty Cheetor is running a game on the Sunday, Terminator: Apotheosis, where a band of survivors attempt to take on the minions of Skynet.
Each player is required to bring a survivor, and if they want, a dog to help spot infiltrators. Having only recently had a very fine doggie arrive from Shieldwall, I felt the hand of fate at work. So Faherty was born.
Faherty is a mastiff, so I painted him as such. He looks like he's just seen a T800 and is about to launch into an impressive barking session. He's pretty big too, that's a 25mm base, which is fine by me. Mastiffs are large fellas.
Faherty has had some runs ins in the past it seems, what with the eyepatch. Perhaps a vengeful terminator.
+++LET'S SEE YOU SPOT ME THIS TIME WITH AN EYE MISSING. HAHAHA. SNITCHES GET STICHES.+++
I reckon he's as perceptive as ever though. It's all in the nose. Faherty will be accompanying my survivor, Ulysses Jones.
He's a big doggie. Isn't he? Who's a big fluffy doggie? Who is?
Woof, said Faherty.
