This is my first snot moc. It is multi colored sadly. But read on, sorry but no pics of the plate, just the story.
Update. Sept. 3 no words.
About this creation
Villager: Augg! The Redcoats are coming!
British: Get back here! We won't hurt you...
Villager: Hey look I have a rock! I can throw it at you!
British: Oh Gosh I'm so scared. Ooooo.
British: WE got sticks!
Villager: Well to bad.
Villager: Anyone have arachniphobia? Well because you'd better not. Or this will scare you to death!
Britsh: Augggg! I hate spiders!
Brits: We got spears. We just spear the spiders and cut you in half.
Villager: What happened to " We won't hurt you?" huh?
Brits: Well we wern't gonna hurt you at the time, but now we will.
Villager: We got freakin' distance. Take that Lobsterbacks!
Brits: I hate that name.
Brits: Well meet the end of my little friend, a crossbow. Now we got distance and power.
Villager: Darn. We'll come up with something.
Villager: Mwa-ha-ha-ha! WE got firepowa! Welcome to the gunpowder age!
British: I knew I should've spent the extra money on a gun, not my family.
British: I love being friends with the Yanks, We go M1's.
Villager: But didn't their makeshift army defeat your big bad one!
Brits: Don't remind me...
Forestman: Don't ya love being outgunned by poor townsmen!
Brits: uve ben waned!
Villager: Great! now you're starting to talk like clone kiddies saying rocket luncher and Mi awsum halo page! (Not yours Chris)
Brits: Ha Ha Ha welcome to the age of small-arms fire and gernades!
Villager: Okay we'll drop the guns. Good thing they didn't know I didn't know about the safety!
Villager: You wanna be blown to bits like a tank?! Huh!?
Brits: Woah Those rockets are big, we'll drop the guns, and give us the bazooka.
Villager: Not on your life!
Brits: Woah. Just dont blow us up...
Brits: ..Because we are trained in the arts of the SOCOM! Hi-Yah!
Villager: Aw shoot, no fair, those have better aim.
Forestman: M4 firepower!
Brits: Machine Guns again, why must it be Machine guns!?
Brits: You sure you want to do that, we got air support.
Villager: Not the Blue Jay, Please let it not be the BLue Jay!
Brits: Oh yeah, Its the Blue Jay.
Blue Jay: Copy do you need air support over.
Brits: Not yet...
Villager Drop the talkie or the bomb blows at your feet.
Brit: Abort Abort no air support required!