4 New Gonzo Motel Customs

just before i left a small town in southern missouri with an aching head and bruised ribs, i finished these bad boys in my motel room. i photographed them at home, but i was able to get 4 out of 5 done. i think the 5th one's thigh might be hiding under the motel bed. i went on a trip for work and i took as much stuff as i could take to punch out a few customs while on the road. i took my usual kit and set up a work table in the hallway and a work station at my computer, that worked on wifi when it felt like it.

i came up with a team with what i had, just to get rid of spare parts and to see if i could come up with something from nothing. before i show the figures, i'll show you my area for "activities".

here’s my makeshift "mostudiel":
the hallway work table, custom kit, and assembly/bar table
and the group photo of the 4 of 5

this is a fact: PBR is for champions!


I AM GOING TO POST ALL FOUR INDIVIDUALLY, CHECK 'EM OOT!!!!!!

that's awesome...gotta be comfortable out of town. I can't think of a better way to relax

here's the first nasty fella: "COBRA PYROCLASM", the name inspired by the tanks' pyroclasm. this is one cobra whose only happiness is obtained by fire and explosions. pyro is cobra’s premier EOD expert and personally trained by scrap iron. He’s become a good teacher and leader, mainly, because they fear him. patience is not his virtue and anger is his master.

the next in line is "COBRA SKY CARRION". just as his name implys; death from above. when he comes down, it's not life he brings with him. like field mice when hawks strike, it never knows what hits it. any foe beneath his feet on terra firma is oblivious to his evitable fate of dispatch from mortality.

he insists on wearing parachute pants while in flight (he's a break-dancer). he claims the wind passing through his legs and groin in flight is quite enjoyable and a little stimulating, so stop smirking at his pants.

my next figure is cobra's elite communications officer."COBRA DOWN LINK". this guy is packed to the gills with a light weight, experimental backpack that carries an direct uplink to cobra satellites with the power to change their orbits if need be, or to sabotage the enemy's. he carries cvct, (cobra voice command technology) which allows him to speak into his op system without the use of his hands. This allows him up to engage in return enemy fire at all times, while repositioning spacecraft around in the process. He claims, "that's damn good, cus’ i shoot faster than i type".

he's extremely vain, hence no mask, and he wants people to get a good look at him before he positions a satellite from the space-age to blow them back to the stone-age. he gets a real kick outta that. "if were not going to see the enemy eye to eye anymore by killing them from above, the least i can do is leave my mask at home".

the 4th custom i managed to slap together is cobra's premier heavy weapons specialist, "GRINDER". for a trigger happy shell pusher, he's quite easy going. it takes a lot for this guy to get angry actually. GRINDER’s first love was fashion design, but after a tragic cat walk fire which cost him his face, he turned to a slightly less evil, cobra.

despite carrying heavy fire power and guns, (most of them signed by Versace) that spray like paint, he shoots extremely accurately. It’s like he's crafting a detailed butt embroidery design on the back of an expensive pair of diesel jeans. if you get caught in his gun-spray, one things for sure, you'll make a damn fabulous symmetrically balanced and well designed corpse.

Holy crap are those awesome!

AVAC, you have outdone yourself.

those are certified bad-ass dude! outlaw customs!

How come you made one based on Pyro, but not me?

J/K
These are cool. Nothing like some drunken evenings in a motel to do some premier work.

Dude, the commitment and skill you have to set up that ghetto ass little work station and produce the quality you did, well, f@#!*g awesome man! Well done indeed.