Commissar

Krieg, unfortunately, a lot harder than Cadians to find characters for that match them thematically.

Rather than deal with anything else, I just said, "Commissar's got that evil vibe.

Works well with Krieg.

Let's throw a Commissar in here."

Yeah, I think that works well enough.

Even with that, though, we're still pretty low on points.

This is just a good combat patrol.

Yeah, and I mean, there was always, like, a choice to do the Krieg Command Squad, but-

Does there happen to be a bulldozer?

When Commissar Lopez arrived at his headquarters, he sat Rosita opposite him at the desk.

Near the door, two soldiers lounged on a bench, and outside, two others stood guard.

What are all those papers for?

Determined to put on a show, even though it might be in vain, Davy found a bulldozer and headed straight for the village.

As he ran it up the street, a few people he passed merely stared at him with puzzled expressions.

He spotted the Commissar's office, outside which the two guards whiled away their boredom in conversation.

They only looked up with interest when Davy swung the steering wheel and the huge bulk of the bulldozer turned towards them.

Yeah, and for some of these, it's a real shame because they are gorgeous sculpts.

Like Commissar Rain, Severina Rain, she has one of the best Commissar sculpts.

She's a named character from a book series, but like it's a shame that she doesn't just have a standard sculpt for a Commissar.

Yeah, I

mean, I think

Yeah, we've had a few of these.

There was the Primus model, which I actually got when we were at Adepticon.

There's some older ones with like a Ladyguard veteran, a Commissar, an AOS.

And then my conversation with Andrew Hudson.

Burn the safety as it turns to the malaise First in line for independence gavel is down your neck is broken by the weight of the crown the center's feeling for the skill of the act the wheels in motion there's no turning back But your soul was left to beg and to be crucified The scale of justice has you mourning that you never lied A solitude you find yourself in at the turn of tides Manufactured when you oppress into choosing sides Commissar races never stood in your way Capitulation is the name of the game Anticipation of the sympathetic gesture The venom of your own concoction is the measure

Andrew, you're in Australia.

I have to imagine.

We had seen the photos of the first variety, the wounded soldier.

Our Commissar distributed them to us with an explanation.

If we had gone another step, they would have seen us.

As it was, we had to blast two Davids before we got back.