The United Front speaks of the Great Unboxing, the first landing in the Garage Sector. They arrived at the House in two waves.
The first emerged from a container of green and tan army men, pulled from a dollar store bin and soon flung into the junk drawer. The second came in grey sprues, needing assembly and painting by the Master. Somewhere between the basement shelf and the living room carpet, they found each other.
Though molded from different plastics, they now stand united.
They refer to themselves as a coalition of the free, a unified force of miniatures tasked with defending the House from tyranny, overreach, and piles of shame. To them, the House is an occupied land, and their mission is clear: liberate every lost or oppressed miniature and figure across the household.
From their observation posts in the windowsill, the bookshelf, and the high ground atop the refrigerator, they monitor the movements of other factions. Their maps are drawn on notebook paper, their supply drops come from spilled dice bags, and their HQ is MDF terrain.
Wherever a miniature is trapped in a storage bin… Wherever a forgotten figure is buried in a toy chest… Wherever rules are ignored or dice are rolled unfairly… The United Front will march.
The United Front speaks of the Great Unboxing, the first landing in the Garage Sector. They arrived at the House in two waves.
The first emerged from a container of green and tan army men, pulled from a dollar store bin and soon flung into the junk drawer. The second came in grey sprues, needing assembly and painting by the Master. Somewhere between the basement shelf and the living room carpet, they found each other.
Though molded from different plastics, they now stand united.
They refer to themselves as a coalition of the free, a unified force of miniatures tasked with defending the House from tyranny, overreach, and piles of shame. To them, the House is an occupied land, and their mission is clear: liberate every lost or oppressed miniature and figure across the household.
From their observation posts in the windowsill, the bookshelf, and the high ground atop the refrigerator, they monitor the movements of other factions. Their maps are drawn on notebook paper, their supply drops come from spilled dice bags, and their HQ is MDF terrain.
Wherever a miniature is trapped in a storage bin… Wherever a forgotten figure is buried in a toy chest… Wherever rules are ignored or dice are rolled unfairly… The United Front will march.
