Here’s a short MOC that I decided to make. Took me about an hour, too! Way too long, if you ask me. Anyhoo, here it is, and it’s entitled, “What the British Should Have Done in India.” By the way, no offense meant to any from the Great Isle, or India for that matter. But if you’re from Al Qaeda, well, get over it!
About this creation
Location: Somewhere random in India.
Time: Late 1800’s.
A small patrol of British soldiers are, well, patrolling whatever section in India they chose to. Their names are: Sergeant Biggs, Private Edmund Vicker, and his twin brother, Private Edward Vicker.
Meet the Sergeant. Skin crinkly at the corners of his eyes from too much scowling, moustache fixed in a permanent smirk, he’s your typical British commander. And don’t ask me how in the world he got the fish… that’s the one question he wouldn’t answer in my interview.
The Vicker twins. The one on the left is Edmund. Shy, gentle, and somewhat stupid, he limps from a gunshot wound. He accidentally shot himself in the foot during training. Poor guy. On the right you have Edward. Smarter, faster-thinking, and better looking (or so he thinks), he’s the kind of chap you want back home to put the kettle on and the cakes in the oven.
Here’s the villain of our story. Ahmed Brick. An agent of the Indian branch of Al Qaeda. And Scruffy, his faithful steed.
Biggs: I say! Edward, be a good chap and top off me tea, would you?
Edward: Righto, Sarge! There you are!
Ahmed sneaks stealthily toward the unsuspecting soldiers. Wait, what’s that in his hand?
Good Grief! It’s a WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!
Ahmed: Take this, you infidel dogs!
Edmund: What in the…?
Edward: Quick, Sarge, your tea!
Biggs: I say! Bad form, my good fellow! Doncha know it’s bad luck to nip a chap’s tea in mid-swig?
Biggs: All right, my good man, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for us to beat the knickers off of you!
Ahmed: Curse you! I and my brothers will destroy all of you cake-eating, tea-swilling heathens!
Edward: Huh, I can’t find the bloke anywhere! It’s like he’s disappeared into thin air!
Biggs: Don’t I know it! And his horse is still here, too! Now where could he have got to?
Edmund: Uh, I dunno.
Biggs: It was a rhetorical question, chappy. Oh well, we might as well finish our tea.
Edward: What? No retaliatory strike? No grand invasion of his country to root out the evils of terrorism?
Biggs: No, we can do all that after the cakes are gone!
Quoting DR. Tran
good moc, bad british accent portray, im bri'ish and i say that pap accent is down right disrespectful. ok serious. brits dont talk like that so make it more realistic. im british rofl.
I'm sorry you view it that way. As I said in the intro, this is meant purely for entertainment, and was not really supposed to be all that accurate. I don't know any Brits personally, so I'm basing these accents off of books I've read. Again, I apologize. Keep on brickin'!
(In my best lofty British accent) I say here boy', fine 'ol job with this creation, eh, wot? And that explosive device? bloomin' failure if you ask me. The darned thing didn't go off! Haw haw haw! (As I regain normal speaking voice) Nice little moc you got here. Where'd you get the white shoulder pauldrons?