?'s POV
"Ahh this is how you utilise a holiday."
I stand up, stretching my body, walk over to the kitchen to make myself a snack. I just finished watching all the Marvel films I could find, young and old, just for the sake of doing it. Currently I am on holiday from work, I'm a humble store clerk at Games Workshop, and seeing as I've no plans to travel, or funds, I figured I would do something worthwhile, touch up on my movie trivia. With my stomach filled and body tired I headed to bed.
*Beep Beep Beep Beep*
I turn off my alarm clock and get about my morning routine which was simply a quick drink to get rid of the taste in my mouth and putting on trainers shorts and a top, then heading out for a short run.
Despite being on holiday I can't be too lazy, gotta keep to a routine otherwise you'll start to slip. So I head out for my run down the street, around the lake, across the field and then back to the house, in all this takes me an hour. Once home I grab a shower and then make breakfast, pondering what I should do for the day, when it comes to me.
I'll make and paint my models. Even though I work at Games Workshop I'm not overly interested in the games but I do enjoy the time spent on assembling the models, it's almost meditative to me. Plus I find it a good way to keep creative, by coming up with new colour schemes and using the left over or broken pieces to make my own models. It is art.
So I walk over towards my room and grab the trunk that is resting against the wall and carry it into the lounge and begin pulling out the paints, glue, tools and models. Putting everything in its place I carry on the construction of a 16 inch Reaver Battle Titan.
3rd POV
As our intrepid main character became engrossed in the construction of the 16 inch Reaver Battle Titan that was placed upon his coffee table, other things began to move. Within his trunk of art, one of his Warbosses began to move, after it more began to move, specifically the Mekboyz, as they all stomped around taking in their surroundings the Warboss noticed our entranced friend. And as every good Warboss does he shot into action, by smacking around his Mekboyz and shouting at them.
They sprung into action and began re appropriating anythings they could get their hands on, which was quite a lot as the trunk was filled with many models. Using their special trait, to warp reality with the Waaagh! making things that shouldn't work work, they cobbled together bits and pieces slowly creating a mighty Gargant that stood 16 inches tall; made of red rusted metal painted plastic.
With the Gargant now functional, somehow, the Warboss got inside and climbed out of the trunk landing upon the table, somehow. It's landing caught the attention of our aspiring artist and he looked over perplexed at what he saw, not believing it; though that would change in a matter of moments.
The Gargant began pumping excessive amounts of steam and clanking and grating, this broke our companion out of their trance and got them to move. But it was too late.
"WAAAGH!"
After the shout there was a sudden bang followed by the splattering of liquid and then the thunk of a head, with a hole in it, hitting a coffee table. With this Sammy had died, killed by an Ork.
?'s POV
'Woah, oh god what the hell is happening?! Was that a dream? A nightmare? That couldn't have been real right? I mean plastic models don't come to life and even if they did they would still only be plastic models.'
I awoke wet and with my pulse racing, my surroundings blurry in sight and sound, my mind being overwhelmed by my sense of taste telling me that I was covered in some sort of liquid along with a litany of other tastes that I can't put a name to.
I then felt something that was likely a cloth being wiped over me, for some reason my senses were in overdrive working better than they ever had in my entire life, but this sudden influx of information overwhelmed my unprepared mind, making it useless at the moment.
3rd POV
It is a sunday afternoon with sunny and clear skies. Within Filler Hospital, Mary Sunderson has just given birth to her first child by caesarean. She was admittedly worried about the birth at first because the ultrasounds she had taken showed that he was rather large and had two hearts. But now that he has been born and the doctors have given him a look and found no actual defects with his body she has calmed down.
As for what he actually looks like he is a bit larger than a watermelon, this made the pregnancy rather uncomfortable in many way, instead of being pudgy he has a muscular build, purple amethyst eyes and silver wisps of hair on top of his head.
"Haa… I am glad I went with a C-section you would have ruined me otherwise, hehe. But I'm sure you'll find some way to make me worry Michael, like becoming a delinquent." She then placed him against her chest to feed.