What do you get when you mix blood-thirsty sand worms with vacation-deprived Americans? The answer? Why, dead sand worms, of course!
About this creation
These people are simply beach-goers who want to lie in the sand, surf the waves, wear inappropriate clothing, and generally have what they would classify as a “good time”. Thus, you can imagine the shock these people had when they found themselves face-to-face with three mutant sand worms who were guarding the beach entrance. What do you think these people did? Call the cops? Run away in terror? No way! This is THEIR vacation, and they're not going to let a trio of over-fed worms keep them from the beach! So, quickly dropping their supplies, the gallant team of beach-bums charge the worms and decide to teach them a lesson in freedom, justice, and the Right to Rule the Beach!
One of the worms falls, decapitated by a chain saw.
Another worm is hooked by a boat's anchor, and is slowly pulled down for the killing blow.
A Scottish-American, Bob had been trying to enter the beach to do a little boating when the worms sprung up. Angry that he cannot enjoy his favorite hobby, Bob uses his anchor to good effect, whilst shouting, “Coom here, Nessie, so me lucky wrench can peg ya!”
Conan traveled to the beach with his brother Arnold so he could get a sneek-peak of the “Jersey Shore” cast filming an episode. However, the three sand worms popped out of the sand and blocked the only entrance to the beach. Wielding his hunting Tomahawks, Conan is determined to see Snooki's obnoxious face, even if he has to “...chop dem worms up into mince-meat!”
A normally reserved college student from Boston, Freddie had traveled to NJ with his wife Linda so they could walk the famed-Sea Side Heights boardwalk. He arrived just in time to see the worms burst through the sand. Not really wanting to enter the beach as he is happy to see something exciting happen, Freddie gleefully lends a hand with an oar and a shout of” Woohooo! This is waaaay cooler than Plymouth Rock!”
Arnold, the brother of Conan, doesn't really care about “Jersey Shore”; what he does care about is surfing and impressing people. Running into the worms, Arnold is content to use his chain saw to chop up the worms and use the often-used New Jersey phrase, “Think you can mess wid me? Forget about it!”
Gregory is an older gentleman who likes to spend his afternoons scanning the sand with his metal detector to find rare coins and lost rings. However, after he found his way to riches blocked, Gregory angrily whips out his shovel to “...teach those naughty worms not to interfere with my business!”
A dentist with hardly any vacation days, Kayla was on her way to the beach for some tanning-time when the worms began causing mayhem. Infuriated that her one day of not cleaning mouths is being spoiled, Kayla charges with her umbrella, while shouting, “I'm sick of mouths...especially yours, you vile creatures!”
Linda, Freddie's wife, likes to scrapbook and post photos on Facebook. Happily, she is finding plenty to photograph as her husband charges the worms. She offers encouraging words, such as, “Ooo! This will look great on my blog!”
A stuck-up French businessman, Pierre is on his way back from buying fifty condos along the coast. He scoffs at the spectacle and thinks to himself, “Zeeze crazy Amerikans! Zey cannot stop causing trouble, even on zer days off!”
Beach supplies lay strewn about, forgotten in the mad charge at the worms.
A simple shot of the boardwalk.
The dio with figs removed.
A close up of the hapless worms underneath the “Beach” sign.
The threat of sharks seems small when compared to the threat vacation-stealing sand worms pose.
The whole cast of characters lined up.
The worm's design is kind of “cheap”, but I'm still happy with it.
The idea for this creation came to me when I got to thinking about how much Americans love the beach. I've gotten to see this first-hand, as I have spent many vacations at the Jersey shore and seen all the crazy stuff people do when the sun is shining, the waves are crashing, and the illegal cans of alcohol have been passed around a little too much. So, I wanted to make a fictional diorama depicting what might happen if all that “fun” was in danger of being taken away. I set to work, and completed the dio in under two days; I wanted the creation to be bigger and include ATV's, illegal fireworks, and a proper boardwalk, but I ran out of sand pieces. (boooo!) Still, I'm pleasantly happy with the end result and I hope you are too. Oh, two quick facts:
1. I'm not prejudiced against French people; I only used a “French” minifigure because one of my friends was eliminated in the National Geography Bee by an incompetent judge with a French accent. This is my way of giving my friend justice :P
2. I hate the beach; too much sand and too many crazy people!