Consequently, looking around for a
consolation-purchase, and by now having the huge TSR box under one arm and my portfolio and 1000 4x5½ click-shut bags in the other hand, I plumped for this
guitar-wielding punk-rock, tank-girl, chick-babe!
To be honest; when I got it home and out of
the visually quite-distorting blister, I wasn't terribly impressed by the
quality of the sculpt, which I would call a bit blurred or 'sandy', I've seen
better 3D prints. I hope she will paint-up a bit better one day with a
flash-trim and some washes?
It says it's 20% recycled plastic which is
a good thing and I don't think that's the problem, I just feel it's a very
poorly-defined/finished casting.
Meanwhile Brian was ID'ing his own diver from
the other-day's post, with a much cleaner looking casting! Line-branded to
Chronoscope, I think it also covers nicely for the worlds of Messrs Wells, H. G. and Verne, Jules!
However
. . . unpacking for the day, photographing and sorting (of six colours,
360-odd times) faced a two-hour-plus hiatus, due - I'm sure - to Blog-visitor Jah's
encouragement of shear nehkid idleness in my ancillary-staff!
Boss
. . . can you move the sun an inch to the left? It's right in my eyes!
That's
better . . .
. . .
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
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