I’m doing my first gundam kit of
HMonkey Rodi & Monkey Crab Rodi Model Kit.
As it was my first Gundam show I watched.
I have done similar to gunpla when I was younger with my dad with planes and ships, but of course as y’all experts I should ask for some advice please kindly strangers
Chasing tales
I remembered being around Kentucky when I first heard of it.
I was walking nowhere on dry, hollow dirt, with golden-brown grains poking through the cracks.
Though grasses grew on the tallest, corn-shaped hills far in the distance, jagged stones and unlucky animal carcasses were hidden in the sand where I stood. I was unbothered by it, just pressing on.
There had been such nights before, and there would surely be more. Ultimately, leaving me lost in the endless wild night.
Though my feet were beginning to swell like bloated ticks on kine, it didn’t help that the long walk in the sun's gaze had sucked up my moisture in my lips, leading them to split like fissures.
I couldn’t feel the paper between them when I lit one up. But I continued.
Harsh hisses and scratchy croaks echoed from the entrance of a dull-stomped and gloomy, pathetic cave I passed. Worse than the vile screeching is the fact that they left out what’s left of the dinner in the front hole. A foul odour of oil and rotten fat with a sweet undertone. I felt sick.
I began to worry about not detecting the traces I had left as they were blown away by the fierce wind, now directed by my naive understanding of the far stars above my black hair. However, this dread was overshadowed by my reluctance to return to town.
After the war, I felt a stronger need to distance myself from everyone. The great pride that I used to carry has evolved into a terrible dread of being sent on duty; it's not because I'm indifferent but because of my fear of being required or needed by others.
However, there has been selfishness in my thoughts, like a defiant young boy staring into the unknown, sundown, aware that it is his responsibility to plant seeds. However, there is a good and honest aspect to my job; many people would prefer a decent lawman like me over a lost child who wanders.
Speaking of lost, I ended up in the middle of a field. I can only see the grass itself. It was up to my belt. Long, thin, or clear strands. It was noticeable when the wind blew through them, flattening them down to my knees. That's why when I saw it, it was hidden by the field, but I could only see the figure, the outline.
It was a four-legged canine creature. Despite its massive bulk, the monster emitted feeble and exhausted groans under its breath. Could it be?
From bones to my flesh. They were too strained to move, worn down by the weight of the long travel. But there was still a lot of thrill in me, like a live wire zapping through my body's nerves. I wasn't spineless, but I wasn't bold. Nonetheless, I stood my ground. I attempted to force my shoulders to be firm and brave at the same time.
I hold my idle hands around my belt buckle of an ox, carefully guiding my hand over the rusty pistol on my hip. It didn’t growl. It was just standing in the grass, the thing I came here for.
For a split second, I believed its eyes were glowing a bloodshot colour. Unlike me, it did not continue to stand. It moved slowly. I thought it was a nasty thing, one of those that enjoyed licking its teeth and gums before biting into the flesh of its former prey. However, no.
In the same way as she was entering, she carefully and cautiously raised her head out of the grass. I looked at it.
When I realised that she was just
the missing black-and-tan Coonhound.
I felt disappointed at that moment.
A local farmer's haunting dog disappeared the day before I took a stroll to the cliffs. Her neck was adorned with a worn-out paper tag that held firmly to the cloth. I narrowed my eyes at the sloppy scribbling on the paper. I spoke in a tone that was rather sour and flat. "Well, it's good to meet you, Miss Honey."
She was unusually big for her breed, but not unheard of. I guess she was the mightiest in her baskets compared to her brothers and sisters, I imagine. I can't believe I thought the big, lazy, sleepy, friendly giant was the unsettling thing. Thus, I assume there are no Kentucky hellhounds in this region or anywhere else. No point in staying. Even though I initially thought the worst, it was clear that she was scared out here. I placed my hand carefully on her muzzle, and she raised her tail and pushed down the grass with her great tail.
When the good girl was calm.
I strolled across the meadow up to the hill that I saw before with this foolish, bumbling ball of joy. We moved on.
When I first set foot on the hill, and the dog sat next to my feet, I looked out; it used to be a brownish, dry wasteland that I despised, but as it should have, the blazing inferno descended to the depths of hell. When it goes down, the moon goes up. I witnessed her stepping out as the gates of heaven opened, letting her pull herself up through the gloomy violet skies.
She shone with several of her daughters around her, not just by herself. She allowed the silence to speak for itself.
At that moment, I truly enjoyed a moment of serenity when there was nothing but me and everything.
I closed my eyes to prevent that moment from passing by too soon. Everything felt sore, I felt very weak, and all I wanted to do was collapse. But I still stood.
But not too exhausted to reach down for what remains of the worn-out old judge's box that has survived. Up here, the wind is so clear and strong that I wrapped my hands around it, frantically trying to keep the fading light alive. The flame glowed. Gently elevate the orange through the spaces between my fingers, as if I were a giant clutching a small star. asking it not to die.
when it didn't. I put the Lucky Star in my mouth. I wished that everything in my lungs might be absorbed by the smoke. I let my anxieties, uncertainties, and rage spill out of me.
Like a bitter, burnt-out chimney that extinguishes all heat while leaving behind the charred husks of all that came before. Trying to feel good about my decisions and what I've done. However, I have never felt that way because I have just run for my employment, service, and going back home and definitely from those blue bunk forests.
The vastness of the world has many corners and secrets that have tempted me for so long.
I once tasted that forbidden sap, but I haven't tried the bare fruit of the oak.
As my deep desire grows in me to reach that which was once unimaginable for us. We are stopped by only one. Only nature can enslave man, as nature created us in everything that is under us and maybe over us. Or whatever exists in creation without our knowledge could be an insult to our desires, or maybe the truth of the matter is the unknown things that are hidden in her womb.
We are deeply bound in that fear that we may not be nature's offspring; we are just the creatures that have evolved to be among or less than her kin. This means that we don't exist without our consent but with their and our control.
However, it was never meant to be; humans became the most primitive animals in the world when we toppled her progeny. With her boundless sorrow, dissatisfaction with the results, or a desire for all of humanity to be bloodied among her valleys. Humanity was marked by her Stigmata of famine, plague, deformity, insanity, diseases, crosses, extinction, and pestilence.
Though we are punished for the crime of driving our relatives to extinction, there are still some out there, hidden in the depths of her flesh. I am no scholar, just a coward who witnessed one of her surviving banished kin, a man covered in massive burns and blue soot. with the big arching wings hidden in the backwoods of blue-charcoal Virginia. When I saw a glimmer of light enter and then reappear, I eventually opened my eyes. Grey Grove is the location. I believe the girl became eager to return home after noticing the feeling of discovery on my face. I still had a sound taste in my mouth.
The fact that the walk to the town seems shorter than the entire journey is intriguing. It was calm and a little chilly because it was the end of the year. The town's main plaza was empty, making it clear that everyone was sleeping in their homes.
The soft wind caressed my leg as I entered; there was nothing unusual, just a bit unnerving. When I looked down at my feet, I saw two folded newspapers that were filthy, crumpled, and horribly folded. I carefully lifted it up and examined the front cover. Unbeknownst to me, it turned into yet another shadow I had to pursue.
I remembered being around Kentucky when I first heard of it.
I was walking nowhere on dry, hollow dirt, with golden-brown grains poking through the cracks.
Though grasses grew on the tallest, corn-shaped hills far in the distance, jagged stones and unlucky animal carcasses were hidden in the sand where I stood. I was unbothered by it, just pressing on.
There had been such nights before, and there would surely be more. Ultimately, leaving me lost in the endless wild night.
Though my feet were beginning to swell like bloated ticks on kine, it didn’t help that the long walk in the sun's gaze had sucked up my moisture in my lips, leading them to split like fissures.
I couldn’t feel the paper between them when I lit one up. But I continued.
Harsh hisses and scratchy croaks echoed from the entrance of a dull-stomped and gloomy, pathetic cave I passed. Worse than the vile screeching is the fact that they left out what’s left of the dinner in the front hole. A foul odour of oil and rotten fat with a sweet undertone. I felt sick.
I began to worry about not detecting the traces I had left as they were blown away by the fierce wind, now directed by my naive understanding of the far stars above my black hair. However, this dread was overshadowed by my reluctance to return to town.
After the war, I felt a stronger need to distance myself from everyone. The great pride that I used to carry has evolved into a terrible dread of being sent on duty; it's not because I'm indifferent but because of my fear of being required or needed by others.
However, there has been selfishness in my thoughts, like a defiant young boy staring into the unknown, sundown, aware that it is his responsibility to plant seeds. However, there is a good and honest aspect to my job; many people would prefer a decent lawman like me over a lost child who wanders.
Speaking of lost, I ended up in the middle of a field. I can only see the grass itself. It was up to my belt. Long, thin, or clear strands. It was noticeable when the wind blew through them, flattening them down to my knees. That's why when I saw it, it was hidden by the field, but I could only see the figure, the outline.
It was a four-legged canine creature. Despite its massive bulk, the monster emitted feeble and exhausted groans under its breath. Could it be?
From bones to my flesh. They were too strained to move, worn down by the weight of the long travel. But there was still a lot of thrill in me, like a live wire zapping through my body's nerves. I wasn't spineless, but I wasn't bold. Nonetheless, I stood my ground. I attempted to force my shoulders to be firm and brave at the same time.
I hold my idle hands around my belt buckle of an ox, carefully guiding my hand over the rusty pistol on my hip. It didn’t growl. It was just standing in the grass, the thing I came here for.
For a split second, I believed its eyes were glowing a bloodshot colour. Unlike me, it did not continue to stand. It moved slowly. I thought it was a nasty thing, one of those that enjoyed licking its teeth and gums before biting into the flesh of its former prey. However, no.
In the same way as she was entering, she carefully and cautiously raised her head out of the grass. I looked at it.
When I realised that she was just
the missing black-and-tan Coonhound.
I felt disappointed at that moment.
A local farmer's haunting dog disappeared the day before I took a stroll to the cliffs. Her neck was adorned with a worn-out paper tag that held firmly to the cloth. I narrowed my eyes at the sloppy scribbling on the paper. I spoke in a tone that was rather sour and flat. "Well, it's good to meet you, Miss Honey."
She was unusually big for her breed, but not unheard of. I guess she was the mightiest in her baskets compared to her brothers and sisters, I imagine. I can't believe I thought the big, lazy, sleepy, friendly giant was the unsettling thing. Thus, I assume there are no Kentucky hellhounds in this region or anywhere else. No point in staying. Even though I initially thought the worst, it was clear that she was scared out here. I placed my hand carefully on her muzzle, and she raised her tail and pushed down the grass with her great tail.
When the good girl was calm.
I strolled across the meadow up to the hill that I saw before with this foolish, bumbling ball of joy. We moved on.
When I first set foot on the hill, and the dog sat next to my feet, I looked out; it used to be a brownish, dry wasteland that I despised, but as it should have, the blazing inferno descended to the depths of hell. When it goes down, the moon goes up. I witnessed her stepping out as the gates of heaven opened, letting her pull herself up through the gloomy violet skies.
She shone with several of her daughters around her, not just by herself. She allowed the silence to speak for itself.
At that moment, I truly enjoyed a moment of serenity when there was nothing but me and everything.
I closed my eyes to prevent that moment from passing by too soon. Everything felt sore, I felt very weak, and all I wanted to do was collapse. But I still stood.
But not too exhausted to reach down for what remains of the worn-out old judge's box that has survived. Up here, the wind is so clear and strong that I wrapped my hands around it, frantically trying to keep the fading light alive. The flame glowed. Gently elevate the orange through the spaces between my fingers, as if I were a giant clutching a small star. asking it not to die.
when it didn't. I put the Lucky Star in my mouth. I wished that everything in my lungs might be absorbed by the smoke. I let my anxieties, uncertainties, and rage spill out of me.
Like a bitter, burnt-out chimney that extinguishes all heat while leaving behind the charred husks of all that came before. Trying to feel good about my decisions and what I've done. However, I have never felt that way because I have just run for my employment, service, and going back home and definitely from those blue bunk forests.
The vastness of the world has many corners and secrets that have tempted me for so long.
I once tasted that forbidden sap, but I haven't tried the bare fruit of the oak.
As my deep desire grows in me to reach that which was once unimaginable for us. We are stopped by only one. Only nature can enslave man, as nature created us in everything that is under us and maybe over us. Or whatever exists in creation without our knowledge could be an insult to our desires, or maybe the truth of the matter is the unknown things that are hidden in her womb.
We are deeply bound in that fear that we may not be nature's offspring; we are just the creatures that have evolved to be among or less than her kin. This means that we don't exist without our consent but with their and our control.
However, it was never meant to be; humans became the most primitive animals in the world when we toppled her progeny. With her boundless sorrow, dissatisfaction with the results, or a desire for all of humanity to be bloodied among her valleys. Humanity was marked by her Stigmata of famine, plague, deformity, insanity, diseases, crosses, extinction, and pestilence.
Though we are punished for the crime of driving our relatives to extinction, there are still some out there, hidden in the depths of her flesh. I am no scholar, just a coward who witnessed one of her surviving banished kin, a man covered in massive burns and blue soot. with the big arching wings hidden in the backwoods of blue-charcoal Virginia. When I saw a glimmer of light enter and then reappear, I eventually opened my eyes. Grey Grove is the location. I believe the girl became eager to return home after noticing the feeling of discovery on my face. I still had a sound taste in my mouth.
The fact that the walk to the town seems shorter than the entire journey is intriguing. It was calm and a little chilly because it was the end of the year. The town's main plaza was empty, making it clear that everyone was sleeping in their homes.
The soft wind caressed my leg as I entered; there was nothing unusual, just a bit unnerving. When I looked down at my feet, I saw two folded newspapers that were filthy, crumpled, and horribly folded. I carefully lifted it up and examined the front cover. Unbeknownst to me, it turned into yet another shadow I had to pursue.
Chasing tales
I remembered being around Kentucky when I first heard of it.
I was walking nowhere on dry, hollow dirt, with golden-brown grains poking through the cracks.
Though grasses grew on the tallest, corn-shaped hills far in the distance, jagged stones and unlucky animal carcasses were hidden in the sand where I stood. I was unbothered by it, just pressing on.
There had been such nights before, and there would surely be more. Ultimately, leaving me lost in the endless wild night.
Though my feet were beginning to swell like bloated ticks on kine, it didn’t help that the long walk in the sun's gaze had sucked up my moisture in my lips, leading them to split like fissures.
I couldn’t feel the paper between them when I lit one up. But I continued.
Harsh hisses and scratchy croaks echoed from the entrance of a dull-stomped and gloomy, pathetic cave I passed. Worse than the vile screeching is the fact that they left out what’s left of the dinner in the front hole. A foul odour of oil and rotten fat with a sweet undertone. I felt sick.
I began to worry about not detecting the traces I had left as they were blown away by the fierce wind, now directed by my naive understanding of the far stars above my black hair. However, this dread was overshadowed by my reluctance to return to town.
After the war, I felt a stronger need to distance myself from everyone. The great pride that I used to carry has evolved into a terrible dread of being sent on duty; it's not because I'm indifferent but because of my fear of being required or needed by others.
However, there has been selfishness in my thoughts, like a defiant young boy staring into the unknown, sundown, aware that it is his responsibility to plant seeds. However, there is a good and honest aspect to my job; many people would prefer a decent lawman like me over a lost child who wanders.
Speaking of lost, I ended up in the middle of a field. I can only see the grass itself. It was up to my belt. Long, thin, or clear strands. It was noticeable when the wind blew through them, flattening them down to my knees. That's why when I saw it, it was hidden by the field, but I could only see the figure, the outline.
It was a four-legged canine creature. Despite its massive bulk, the monster emitted feeble and exhausted groans under its breath. Could it be?
From bones to my flesh. They were too strained to move, worn down by the weight of the long travel. But there was still a lot of thrill in me, like a live wire zapping through my body's nerves. I wasn't spineless, but I wasn't bold. Nonetheless, I stood my ground. I attempted to force my shoulders to be firm and brave at the same time.
I hold my idle hands around my belt buckle of an ox, carefully guiding my hand over the rusty pistol on my hip. It didn’t growl. It was just standing in the grass, the thing I came here for.
For a split second, I believed its eyes were glowing a bloodshot colour. Unlike me, it did not continue to stand. It moved slowly. I thought it was a nasty thing, one of those that enjoyed licking its teeth and gums before biting into the flesh of its former prey. However, no.
In the same way as she was entering, she carefully and cautiously raised her head out of the grass. I looked at it.
When I realised that she was just
the missing black-and-tan Coonhound.
I felt disappointed at that moment.
A local farmer's haunting dog disappeared the day before I took a stroll to the cliffs. Her neck was adorned with a worn-out paper tag that held firmly to the cloth. I narrowed my eyes at the sloppy scribbling on the paper. I spoke in a tone that was rather sour and flat. "Well, it's good to meet you, Miss Honey."
She was unusually big for her breed, but not unheard of. I guess she was the mightiest in her baskets compared to her brothers and sisters, I imagine. I can't believe I thought the big, lazy, sleepy, friendly giant was the unsettling thing. Thus, I assume there are no Kentucky hellhounds in this region or anywhere else. No point in staying. Even though I initially thought the worst, it was clear that she was scared out here. I placed my hand carefully on her muzzle, and she raised her tail and pushed down the grass with her great tail.
When the good girl was calm.
I strolled across the meadow up to the hill that I saw before with this foolish, bumbling ball of joy. We moved on.
When I first set foot on the hill, and the dog sat next to my feet, I looked out; it used to be a brownish, dry wasteland that I despised, but as it should have, the blazing inferno descended to the depths of hell. When it goes down, the moon goes up. I witnessed her stepping out as the gates of heaven opened, letting her pull herself up through the gloomy violet skies.
She shone with several of her daughters around her, not just by herself. She allowed the silence to speak for itself.
At that moment, I truly enjoyed a moment of serenity when there was nothing but me and everything.
I closed my eyes to prevent that moment from passing by too soon. Everything felt sore, I felt very weak, and all I wanted to do was collapse. But I still stood.
But not too exhausted to reach down for what remains of the worn-out old judge's box that has survived. Up here, the wind is so clear and strong that I wrapped my hands around it, frantically trying to keep the fading light alive. The flame glowed. Gently elevate the orange through the spaces between my fingers, as if I were a giant clutching a small star. asking it not to die.
when it didn't. I put the Lucky Star in my mouth. I wished that everything in my lungs might be absorbed by the smoke. I let my anxieties, uncertainties, and rage spill out of me.
Like a bitter, burnt-out chimney that extinguishes all heat while leaving behind the charred husks of all that came before. Trying to feel good about my decisions and what I've done. However, I have never felt that way because I have just run for my employment, service, and going back home and definitely from those blue bunk forests.
The vastness of the world has many corners and secrets that have tempted me for so long.
I once tasted that forbidden sap, but I haven't tried the bare fruit of the oak.
As my deep desire grows in me to reach that which was once unimaginable for us. We are stopped by only one. Only nature can enslave man, as nature created us in everything that is under us and maybe over us. Or whatever exists in creation without our knowledge could be an insult to our desires, or maybe the truth of the matter is the unknown things that are hidden in her womb.
We are deeply bound in that fear that we may not be nature's offspring; we are just the creatures that have evolved to be among or less than her kin. This means that we don't exist without our consent but with their and our control.
However, it was never meant to be; humans became the most primitive animals in the world when we toppled her progeny. With her boundless sorrow, dissatisfaction with the results, or a desire for all of humanity to be bloodied among her valleys. Humanity was marked by her Stigmata of famine, plague, deformity, insanity, diseases, crosses, extinction, and pestilence.
Though we are punished for the crime of driving our relatives to extinction, there are still some out there, hidden in the depths of her flesh. I am no scholar, just a coward who witnessed one of her surviving banished kin, a man covered in massive burns and blue soot. with the big arching wings hidden in the backwoods of blue-charcoal Virginia. When I saw a glimmer of light enter and then reappear, I eventually opened my eyes. Grey Grove is the location. I believe the girl became eager to return home after noticing the feeling of discovery on my face. I still had a sound taste in my mouth.
The fact that the walk to the town seems shorter than the entire journey is intriguing. It was calm and a little chilly because it was the end of the year. The town's main plaza was empty, making it clear that everyone was sleeping in their homes.
The soft wind caressed my leg as I entered; there was nothing unusual, just a bit unnerving. When I looked down at my feet, I saw two folded newspapers that were filthy, crumpled, and horribly folded. I carefully lifted it up and examined the front cover. Unbeknownst to me, it turned into yet another shadow I had to pursue.
I remembered being around Kentucky. When I first heard of it. I was wandering nowhere on dry, hollow ground with golden brown grains, and grasses grew on the stiffest and tallest corn-shaped hills. While jagged stones and unlucky animal carcasses were hidden in the sand that I stood on, I didn’t put any thought into just continuing . There had been such nights before, and there would surely be more.
However, all of these experiences were merely mindless pursuits of the world's shadows, ultimately leaving me lost in the endless wild night. Though my feet were beginning to swell like bloated ticks on kine, and it didn’t help that the long walk in the sun's gaze had sucked up my moisture in my lips. They were dry, foam-clear fissures, like dead ground. I couldn’t feel the paper between my lips when I lit one up . But I continued.
I remembered being around Kentucky. When I first heard of it. I was wandering nowhere on dry, hollow ground with golden brown grains, and grasses grew on the stiffest and tallest corn-shaped hills. While jagged stones and unlucky animal carcasses were hidden in the sand that I stood on, I didn’t put any thought into just continuing . There had been such nights before, and there would surely be more.