The child is the key.
A minor update to an early 2020 miniature to accompany moderate updates to the Caretakers who accompany him.
“What if they come back, Mister Phlopp?” The child asked.
“It’s no big thing, we’ll be ready.” Came the reply.
We’re doing a free Christmas miniature thing – the resin version is free with at-cost postage and there’s a free STL available too. No catches or obligations, just pay postage (charged at what it costs me). It just feels cooler than paying for boring Facebook adverts. Thanks for looking! ⛄
Last orders for Christmas this year is likely to be Sunday the 17th to get Royal Mail First class to a UK address – but please get in early to avoid possible disappointment.
I’ve also got a DPD next day option which is usually super fast and generally reliable, but it’s a bit pricey! Please include a phone number if you select DPD, as they require one for me to dispatch the order.
Also available as a free STL from the Cults page
Snow is cool.
In December 2023 you can claim one of these for free, you’ll just need to pay postage. There is no catch or any obligation to buy anything else, but you are of course welcome to browse other miniatures on this site and encouraged to tag @mepminiatures on Instagram, Facebook and X/Twitter.
Happy Christmas and thanks for all the support in 2023, there’s some cool stuff coming in 2024!
A free STL file for this miniature can be found on the Cults3d Page here: https://cults3d.com/en/users/mepmakes/3d-models
The travellers rested, as the wind whistled across the empty vastness of the North Moor. Each year the Moor seemed to expand further beyond the horizon, and the colours in the sky above became ever more vibrant. Then suddenly, the travellers realised that though they were isolated, they longer alone. Silently, as if they had somehow grown from the ground itself, the unstoppable Moorwalkers were already upon them.
Moorwalkers are said to be former Tunnel Guardians, who no longer serve Kuth. Without his protection they are consumed by the wandering sickness.
Eggs, especially ones in well designed boxes, are a valuable resource – they can feed a family, mark a religious holiday or be used to send a message. Whatever their purpose, they are a prize worth fighting for and maybe the perfect bait for a perfect trap.
Maybe you’re hungry, maybe it’s Easter, maybe someone important is visiting, or maybe you’re a chicken.
All contact with the world beyond The North Moor and Everytown has been lost since the incident. It was natural that people would look for a leader, and one day they found one. Long live King Chuck!
Hail to the King
Many have foretold the apocalypse – the day when things fall apart and anarchy is loosed upon the world. When that day arrived it felt like a prophecy was being fulfilled and it was natural that some would feel that now was their time to assume a holy mantle.
In the emptiness of the dying world, maybe it was comforting to find a purpose in an ancient prophecy, even a half-remembered one. Three days after the fire in the sky, he rose from the dead, claiming he hatched from from a stone egg – ready to smite the wicked in preparation for a final imminent battle in the heavens.
Introducing Ploppy and Floppy – indistinguishable entertainers from the before times, can they work as a team to survive the apocalypse or has the time come for one of them to retire? They come with a range of hand/arm options for a range of gameplay scenarios.
When times were good, Ploppy recruited Floppy to help him perform more shows. More recently, the audiences died away – does Ploppy still need Floppy?… Or maybe Floppy no longer needs Ploppy?
