I have managed to complete a few more figures for my Weird War Two project and shall be introducing them over the next few days. The first two are from the Warlord Games set, their "Frau Growler/Werewolf" set. Both lovely moe dels and fun to paint. The werewolf is the first furry thing I've ever painted.
Once there was a little girl in the Black Forest named Ingrid whose father raised prize Alsatians. Little Ingrid wanted to become a veterenarian when she grew up and help puppies and dogs grow up to be big and strong. Ingrid's father, Herr Schmertz, was a Party man and curried favour by giving purebred dogs to top Nazi leaders. When she was twenty, Ingrid was recruited from veterinary school into a special SS research unit that was tasked with investigating the scientific basis behind the legend of the werewolf.
As a girl Ingrid had been fascinated by the stories told by old men in her village, which looked curiously like the set of an old Hammer film. The villagers all knew to avoid the dark woods when the moon was full, and the howls of wolves were heard through closed shutters. She volunteered as a research assistant to SS Doctor Otto Stahl, who was investigating the genetics of certain backwoods families in the Schwarzwald. Dr. Stahl's research identified the werewolf bloodlines and found that the change could be manipulated with electromagnetic fields at certain frequencies. His research also found that the subjects, when changed, tore apart their male handlers but were quite docile around young Aryan maidens, presumably because of their pheronmones (or something - for God's sake, this is pulp!).
Karl Lupo is a brave and handsome SS man, a dedicated Nazi who volunteered for Dr. Stahl's research. The treatments have been extremely painful, and the change into the werewolf form is agonizing and terrifyiing. When the change comes over him and his eyes turn red with bloodlust, the only thing that can bring him back is Sturmbannfuhrer Schmertz's sweet Aryan face.
Karl is hopelessly in love with Ingrid, but as a good SS man, he would never dream of telling her, his superior officer, about his feelings. He dreams that one day, when the Reich is victorious, things may be different, and, if that is not to be, that he will die bravely in battle and she will witness his brave deeds. In the meantime, he writes a lot of letters home to his dear mother in Munster, but can never bring himself to tell her what a thing of nightmare he has become in order to serve his Fuhrer.
So, gentle readers, there you have it. Will these two young Nazis find happiness? Does Ingrid perhaps harbour feelings for Karl? Does she even dream of injecting herself with Herr Doktor Stahl's treatments, and running alongside Karl through the Black Forest under a hunter's moon? Will the WaffenWulfen program succeed in turhing out monsters in numbers that will win the war? Find out here. In the meantime, stay vigilant, chaps.