You may or may not know it, but sometimes, some poor dumb bastard (or several poor dumb bastards) get the unenviable job of eternal suffering that comes with being part of a Deamon Engine. Granted, some volunteer... others, not so much.
This guy seems to be having second thoughts.
The Warpsmith, Deamon Herald and gun creep #1 are primed, so they will be likely side projects as I plod along on the time vaccuum that is painting Ms. Charlotte. I also have to do her base, which is likely to show up in the next post or so. I started working on the horns and claws last night, but I may start over as I'm not finding the results gribbly enough so far. Much more to come.