Forged Hope Contest - Judging, Full Gallery

by Massive Voodoo

Hello Ladies and Gentleman, 

now that all entries have been shown in the jungle we can say we are already in the process of doing the judging work. What we can say by now is that this task is really though due all your great entries. We have the results ready for you estimated on Friday this week.

To make you all the waiting time more comfortable you can find a complete gallery of all entries here:

Stay tuned,
Your MV-Team

Thanks for the Jungle support - August

by Massive Voodoo

August went by, summer changes to autumn and the jungle wants to say big thanks to these Jungle Painters for supporting Massive Voodoo Operations with their donation in August:

05.08.2014 Vallentuna, Sweden, 20,00 $ 
24.08.2014 Alexandria, USA, 35,00 $
25.08.2014 Gerach, Germany, 10,00 $
27.08.2014 Ratingen, Germany, 20,00 $
28.08.2014 Balwyn, Australia, 10,00 $
29.08.2014 Viernheim, Germany 15,00 $ 

With their support we will ship out the estimated 20+ parcels for the Forged Hope Contest.

Many thanks for your help!

Forged Hope - Entries - Round 7

by Massive Voodoo

Hello Ladies and Gentleman,

Unfortunately we missed to show you some entries, so we are not done yet. This will be the last post of entries for this contest before we start with the judging work.

Unfortunately we will have a little delay also in our judging work and the shipping of the prizes. Tomorrow you will find another post about Forged Hope, a small update showing you the gallery of ALL entries together and soon after this you will find the judging results. Oh dear, oh dear, such a though work it is!

Week after week we will show you the entries of the Forged Hope Program.
You can find the other rounds here:
Round 1
Round 2

Round 3
Round 4
Round 5
Round 6

First I want to show you some entries again. Round 6 had two entries with missing stories.
Those stories are now translated and you can enjoy them :)

by Petra Lehrmann

The Forge Father found a storage building of a (kind of known) Online Shop for Shoes and Clothing. Everything is still there: Shoes, clothing, parcel packaging (in the typical white-orange look), a really big warehouse and many parcels to send. The Forge Father built one robot for making shoes (the shoe-bert) and one for tailoring (the n4iltai1) already - both stories will not be told here (even though both are quite interesting, hilarious and really nice robots). This is the story of the yellow-red one. And it will be told now.

*How the yellow-red one got his name*

The Forge Father yawned heartily and streched his tensed limbs. He blinked at the descending sun and took a moment to inhale the silence surrounding him. The chirping of the cicadas got to his ears, heralding the upcoming night. There was still some light left to finish this robot in time. All the people out there in the desert were counting on him, he knew. They would thank him. The Forge Father gathered a wrench from his toolbag and torqued a small screw in the ankle mechanics down.
This one would peel as soon as he would be on duty a bit longer. The Forge Father just knew. But that would not be that bad. The rust would protect him from the desert sun. Well; "protection" really wasn't the right expression here, was it? Although it might protect him from the maurauding Looters - those people who would aquire  anything for the great black market - as rusty metal was not the most valuable thing to bring to the markets. The Forge Father grabbed the wrench a bit tighter and stroke the yellow varnish of the robot hard. It has been applied only two days before so it was still a bit fresh on some spaces, a scratch popped up and some of the yellow trickled to the ground.
"So I won't get angry over the first ugly mark he will come back with", the Forge Father thought smiling.
His fingers found their way over the uneven and bumpy surface where he did not remove all of the rust before having applied the colour. This one had to be build so fast. It was a bit of a shame that he could not make the robot more shiny. But this base coat of colour had to suffice.
"I'll take more time for the next", he promised the monstrous yellow-red one, "The next in line is not as urgent as you. But the people in the desert, where there is still so much contamination, need their parcels. Their shoes, their food, their supplies. You need to bring and collect packages. This is much more important than good looks."
The Forge Father chuckled lightly over his one-way conversation. The robot had not been imprinted yet. The Forge Father buckled a thick wire harness to the connector area and turned it until a dull sound marked the "click into place" move. The Forge Father hummed absorbed in thought while he hacked some lines of code in an old rattly notebook. He found it some days ago in a pile of old tellys (a nice hideout of the Looters) whilst he was on his own search for some new parts for this one. The notebook was rather slow and gritty, but it did its purpose (his last computer had fallen victim to a rather fierce wild boar attack, as well as the feet of the yellow-red one, which looked a bit mutilated since then). The Forge Father filled up the last couple lines of code and left the notebook to its duty; to imprint the robot its own new essence, nature and character.
Considering the speed of the notebook this would take even more time, until the robot would be imprinted. The Forge Father left the yellow-red one to the cicadas and to the night, switched on the Looters alarm and went to bed.

The next morning the Forge Father awakened with a quivering stomach. He looked around wildly without any reason, jumped up and ran into the open hall, where the yellow-red one lay - should lie! He was gone! The Forge Father double checked the Looters alarm. It did not trigger anything. The yellow-red one was gone! The Forge Father slumped down to the ground and stayed there for some time. His back was aching from all those small pointy metal stuff pricking him. This was so damn awful. Wearily he thought about all the parts he would need to get anew and made a list in his mind, staring on the place where he had left the yellow-red one. He shook his head slowly. He would have to give a huge amount of his stuff on the black market for some parts. And for other parts, he knew, he would need to comb through old burst houses, huts, piles of rubbish and contaminated waste for weeks. He shook his head again pulled himself together and went to get some breakfast.

This was so fretful! How did the Looters get in and out without triggering the alarm? The Forge Father was in deep thougt about this matter the whole day long, as he started to clean up his work bench. They did only take the yellow-red one. They also did unplug him properly and left the cable in the hut; even though cable was a valuable good on the black marked.

As he came to rest on a comfy couch in the open and the orange-red light of the setting sun, he took some blueprints aside and began to study the thin lines on the paper. This was the moment that a lound and blurry roar approached his ear. The Forge Father turned to the sound and his face lit up. The yellow-red one leant over the fence down to the Forge Fahter and assessed him with his glowing blue eye. His small nuclear engine gleamed as blue as his eye from the inside through all the holes in his body. The yellow-red one tried his face mechanics for the first time and replied the smile of the Forge Father.
"I brought a cart for my purpose", he announced lordly and showed a battered military car from which he already had removed the ceiling, interior and the engine. This was an open car with axes and four wheels which the yellow-one could pile up with parcels and packages and he could push it to the people. The Forge Father nodded happily and applauded.
"I have a nice huge net for you to fasten the parcels when you transport them - so that you don't loose any."
The yellow-red one straightened up and looked in the distance.
"I found a great hall on my way. It is stuffed with parcels and they are in white and orange. And two like me are working there. One fills the parcels with supplies ... shoes and clothing. And one makes ... shoes?"
The Forge Father affirmed this.
"Those are in that factory for quite some time now. And they do miss one to deliver parcels to the humans. You know, the people in the deserts need your help, where the contamination has not vanished yet. Some of them cannot travel anymore, because they are old or they live abroad. You will bring them parcels with shoes and clothing. And if it does not fit, you will take the parcels back home. If it fits, they will give you something in return."
"But there are only shoes and clothing! Humans do need other stuff even more than shoes! You told me that, didn't you!" stated the yellow-red one doubtfully.
The Forge Father smiled and patted the yellow-red one on its metal.
"This is true, humans do need more than only shoes and clothing. And there is only shoes and clothing in this huge storage building. Shoes built by shoe-bert and clothing tailored by n4iltai1. But, my dear, this is only the first step. People should come to you to give you even more parcels to bring to other humans. And there will be people dropping by to pick up packages you got from somewhere else. This is how it was used to be in the old times: a parcel service. We should pick that thought up again and work for it."
Both fell silent and watched the sun vanish in one last glittering band on the horizon. The night took over the land and held it in a hard grip.

The cicades started chirping quietly and the Forge Father told the yellow-red one astounded:
"My dear, you still do not have a name! Normally the names come to me, when I am in the process of building a new one. But not this time ... how shall we name you? How do you like to name yourself?"
The yellow-red one stared to his new cart in the darkness and you could literally feel the cogs gear into each other.
Some courting frogs started to fight for mastery of sound against the cicades.
"I bring and collect parcels. I am a parcelbot, a packrobot, a packagerobot. I will bring lost things to humans. And I will get things from humans, which they want me to bring to other people."
"I did not imprint philosophy", mumbled the Forge Father wonderingly, "You are the first one of line. I hopefully will get enough parts to build more of you to do the same thing in other parts of this wasteland."
The yellow-red one blinked with his flood light like eye to the Forge Father.
"Pack@" the yellow-red snarled into the night.
"I thought I had lost you this morning, Paket."
"No, no! Not "PakET" - I want to be named "Pack@"", the yellow-red one explained patiently, "Strictly speaking "pack@loss" - because you thought me lost this morning. And because I bring packets to lost places."
The yellow-red one burst with pride for his names creation.
"I'll just write that down, pack@loss - and your birth date ... this is the 15th august."
The Forge Father gathered his little paper notebook and scribbled with a worn out pencil on the last line of the page

pack@loss 08/15

The Forge Father read the new entry again and burst into laugther and tears. He told the night:
"Let's hope you do not loose any packets with this name."

*The situation as pictured in the images*

The diorama shows a snapshot of the work of pack@loss 08/15 (the yellow-red one). He is on his way through the desert, bringing a new parcel with shoes to a small enclave. The girls robots, Twip and Twop, bring two parcels with non-fitting shoes and clothing for pack@loss to take back to the storage building.

Revitalizing AaDB-MK.24-Rob
by Bastian Schweizer
Before the global disaster everyone ridiculed Horatio.
Building a bunker, stockpiling food and weapons...
"He's nuts" were the friendliest of the comments others made - that are now gone.

With his wife Natalie and his daughter Jennifer aka "baby" he survived the disaster in his dugout.
In the isolation his daughter Rita was born.
Unfortunately, his wife did not adapt very well to the new conditions and committed suicide shortly after birth.
Jennifer withdrew more and more and soon no longer got out of the bunker.
Rita had the luck to experience these difficult times as infant and was getting tougher until she accompanied her father almost always every time to the surface and was a valuable aid. From each of their tours they bring something for baby to show her the beauty of the outside.

But despite all the beauty the new world is dangerous. Radioactive storms, irradiated zones and endless numbers of dangerous creatures waiting to devour any careless.

In the following years Horatio found enough parts in the ruins of the next town to build a fellow and protector.
The "AaDB ~ Mk.6 ~ Rcb. --> Agriculture an Defense Bot ~ Mark 6 ~ Rechargeable".
His many years of experience as a mechanic and electronics technician helped immensely.
And one thing was clear for the old environmentalist Horatio. His creation would be ecologically and not run with gas, oil, or nuclear energy.

During their forays into the new world the "AaDB ~ Mk.6 ~ Rcb" is protecting the two. He takes care of the fields and their watering, is hunting and should,
what was Horatio's greatest hope, lure his daughter Jennifer out of the bunker.

In its current two-year activity for horatio, the "AaDB ~ Mk.6 ~ Rcb" often saved his live and cleared many dicey situations.

But he could not fulfill Horatio's biggest wish until now...

by Stefan Watzinger
SCAV-TRA 44P0 (Scavenge/Trade 44P0) – is a Bot who calls himself „G3ier“.
He is a crazy dude with a bit of an crack because he stayed in the desert for too long.
Originally constructed as a Hunter-Bot he got attacked on a trip and hid inside a cave.
Unlucky he damaged his sensors as he fell into the cave and so no one searched for him, neither could he call for help.

After some months he suddenly arrived in a camp with a bag of robot parts, and he started trading them on the local market.
Once he had traded most of his parts with other bots he returned into the desert again.
Just to show up at another camp some months later, with a new, bag of parts.

Although a lot of Robots are happy that they have the opportunity to change old or damaged parts,
some are a bit suspicious about this strange scavaging nomad.

“Have you seen this strange bot, calling himself G3eier.
He keeps wandering from town to town, tradin those robo-parts.
I mean it’s a good thing, for sure, but some of his parts just look
to new for being found in the desert, but that’s just my opinion!”

Clean-o-Bot 3000
by Andreas Peetz
The idea behind this robot was a cleaning robot with a human appearance.
This cleaning robot was just caught by his owner doing a pretty bad job.

Now that were finally all entries. No forgotten ones this time :)
We really hope you enjoyed the interesting stories now available for the two entries from Round 6.

The next step will be judging. 
We will have a hard time doing this but we will do our best!


by Roman aka jar

Good Morning Jungle,

a very cool sculpt by Raul G. Latorre I have to admit, even the concept of the armour did pretty well in driving me close to insanity. It was fun to paint and somehow my vision of this model was the one of an angry Vampire due the 17th century influanced fabrics appearing in the sculpt. I used the alternative head and weapon in my version, you can see the other version here on the beautiful Box Art by Fabrizio Russo here.

Tribute figure for The WORLD EXPO STRESA 2014
SergeantBlackArt, 54 mm

If you like to see more photos of this model, feel invited to check Putty&Paint!
Hope you like him! Keep on happy painting!

Best Wishes,

Painting Class in Sprange-Chapelle - 12th until 14th of December 2014

by Peter aka Baphomet

Hey painting people,

a new international painting class is ahead :)
This time it will take place in Sprange-Chapelle (the Netherlands).

Date is: 12th until 14nd of December 2014

The class will be held in English!

We are happy to have the class in Sprang-Chapelle again. Last year it was so much fun. Thanks to Gert and Jurgen for their help again :)

Check out the last year´s class review:


If you like to attend the class, please send a mail to me (Peter) and I´ll put you on the list. My mail is: baphomet[at]massivevoodoo[dot]com

As soon as I got your mail, you´ll recieve a PDF with all necessary information (in English).

If you´ll need the painting class information in German or if you´d like to help us organizing a class in your hometown, feel free to send me a mail, too: baphomet[at]massivevoodoo[dot]com, but don't forget to read the FAQ about Massive Voodoo's classes first.

If you like to attend one of Roman´s classes in Germany, check our class in Munich: CLICK


MV-Team: Matt Cexwish

by Massive Voodoo

Name: Matt Cexwish

Nickname: The Ghypsie

Job: Freelance Architect and Urbanist, self-employed Designer & Artist, founder of ü

Years of Painting: 2003 in Miniature Painting (Competitions), some time before that

Media: Blood, Tears & Sweat, besides: Everything that can be used for communicating Ideas

Brushes: Windsor&Newton Series 7 (Miniature), sizes 0, 1 and 2, Reaper, some Synthetics

Airbrush: Much underrated, very useful Tool

Miniatures: Mostly Fantasy, SciFi and very little Modern Miniatures

Scales: Mostly 1:28 Heroic Scale, but also Bigger, Smaller and everything in between (up to 1:1)

Speed: Fast in Building, Too Fast in Painting Average Painting Hours per day: > 2 h

Sculpting: Theoretical Studies and huge appreciation for Traditional Sculpting, could have done way more Miniature Sculpts. Love Sculpting Machinery and Constructions, though.

Favourite Miniature Painters: Anyone who transfers Painting Techniques from other fields to Miniature Painting and thus changes what we believe to be possible... A.C., A.G., B.K., E., F.R., K.K., L., L.G.P., R.P., R.L., S.A., ETC. PP.

Favourite Miniature: The Next One

Sculptors: Anyone, who thinks Volume, speaks Texture and understands the Silhouette naturally...

For the past years, Matt has strived to turn the Miniature Hobby into a true Form of Art.

Although he does seem like an typical Architect / Urbanist, he really cares a lot about Film, Poetry, Pornography, Art, Music and Science. Matt always tries to push the boundaries of what is thought to be possible and to find new, innovative, creative, surprising, stupid, unusual, boring and appealing ways to tell relevant and interesting stories through his narrative Dioramas – at least relevant to him. In his free time, Matt likes to Walk around the world with an open mind and open pockets, swim with the Whales while counting the pool tiles (4.324) and meeting old and young people that can teach him a lesson or two. He likes his Tea with Brown Sugar and Milk. Also, he loves speaking about himself in the third person. Matt´s favourite colour is Turquoise.

Matt is always looking for new ways to visualize and communicate Miniatures. Here he has scanned one of his upcoming Projects with a medical grade CT Scanner.

Matt is a strong believer in an warm-hearted and straigh forward approach in life. Life itself is way too precious to be too serious about it. After all, no one will make it out alive anyways. So why not relax, take a deep breath, make yourself comfortable, make yourself a Wig, make yourself a Coffee, Grab a Cookie, Grab your Friends, Grab your Girl, Go on a Trip, Go on Vacation, Go back to School, Go to the Loo and simply enjoy the Show as long as it lasts? Matt is fascinated by the Small things more then the big “Badaboom!!” Moments in life. He loves to observe the Creation around him and all it´s facettes, including / especially people. Understanding why something looks as it looks is the first Step (the Conscious Mind), then one can start to carry the thought around like a Baby and Think an awful lot about it (the Breeding Mind), then come up with Solutions, Inspiration, Polite Suggestions, Counter Ideas, Harsh Repulsions, Innovations, Repetitions, Stupid and Bad Ideas and everything in between (the Ingenious Mind) to start sending out signals to one´s or someone else´s Muscles (the “Do” Signal) to -finally- help a thought pain- tears- and sweatstakingly become Reality (the Oh Yeah! Stage).

There are no secrets other then to learn to say Yes. To Everything. To Everyone. But first and foremost: To Yourself.

All Miniature Projects are a joyful challenge, especially those which have been planned from sketch to sculpt to finished Miniature.

 Hobgoblins Of The Rotnoze Clan - Invaders Of The Realm!

Leonardo DiMiragliano- The Great Wyrdstone Collector - Part I of V!

Forged Hope - Entries - Round 6

by Massive Voodoo

 Ladies and Gentleman,

Week after week we will show you the entries of the Forged Hope Program.
You can find the other rounds here:
Round 1
Round 2

Round 3
Round 4
Round 5

Remember, the Lottery of the Random Prize Pool is over, check if you have won. Some names are marked green now, we got those adresses, one is missing: Daniel Owen, please check back with us via:

You will find these posted galleries of the entries linked up to the event section - click here!

Let's continue with the next round!

Atom Powered Entity (A.P.E.) - Mark III
(out of competition) by Martin Skorepa

Hello there, in the jungle, 
when the competition Forged Hope was proclaimed on the MV blog, I was thrilled. First of all I liked the idea – waste lands,  robots sent there by the mysterious Forge Father... That’s what I call a fantasy, fantastic idea. The comic strip by Raffa really kicked my own fantasy. Now I know – and it was something new for me though I’ve been painting and sculpting figures for some years – the story is very important. It helps you paint your miniatures because if you have a strong story, you know how it should be paint like. The same rule is even more important if you want to sculpt something. BTW rules… I’d like to thank the jury for allowing me to show there the robot though it’s not from the marvelous kit by Heroes and Villains Miniatures (that’s why it’s out of the competition but Forge Father is Forge Father).

I just knew what I had to do from the very first moment – a robot created by the Forge Father that is looking for some raw materials somewhere in the deserts... It had to be quite damaged and scratched and – we are on the Massive Voodoo blog (=in the  jungle) so the robot had to looke like an ape. 

That’s why I chose the name of it Atom Powered Entity (A.P.E. for short).  OK, everything was set and it was the right time for the sculpting. I started the sculpting job by drawing a quick and simple sketch of the robot. I draw something between gorilla and an old steam locomotive. I wanted to cover the body with plates and rivets because I hope it  could be great fun to paint it.
Using epoxy putty Magic Sculp and some copper wire I made a simple mannequin. I decided for small size about 28mm known from the war-games. When the mannequin was done I tried to use Magic sculp but I wasn’t satisfied. So I removed it and decided to use oven-bake clay. Using i tis much more comfortable and if you make a mistake, it’s very easy  to remove it and sculp the wrong part again. I used Super Sculpey FIRM, (red) FIMO and (blue) mass! by Koh-i-noor. The only reason for it was simple – you can mix it as you wish and after you do it, you get a quite new clay with a new colour(s).

There are many ways how to sculpt rivets.  You can make a stamp, use head of pin… it depends of the soze of the rivet you want to have on your figure. Sculpting the rivets on the A.P.E. I knew it was almost impossible (for me ) to have the same size of each rivet. That’s why I decided using quite different technique that allowes me have the rivet heads almost the but not the same from the very start. I believed it could be fine detail of the figure. I made a thin slice from the clay on my Clay Conditioning Machine and cut a small circle with a simple tool I made before – cut-off needle (there’s a wire to help to eject the stamped circle from inside the tube). I made a ball from this circle and this ball I put into a hole pushed before. (I recommend place a drop of Sculpey Translucent Liquid Sculpey into the hole before you put the ball into it because it works as glue when (!) you bake it.

So here’s the almost finished A.P.E.. Hope you like it because it’s not finished yet. I have to sculpt the shoulders, hands and the base… So thank you for watching for now and stay tuned … and see more on my blog in the future!

Rusty the Clown
by Harald Moosmann
After the nuclear war, human communication broke down. Power stations were destroyed, landlines broken, antennas gone, digital communication was down as the satellites couldn´t be reached. And the post offices were closed for obvious reasons...

The few surviving settlements were scattered far away so the contact between those few was completely lost.

And even within the underground dwellings communication was a big issue. Systems of runners were established that connected the sometimes kilometers long and deep bunker systems. But that system didn´t prove right.

So humanity started to introduce an ancient technology called telegraphy. Back in the days whole continents and even lands overseas stayed in contact by this technic. Soon the tunnels and underground halls were connected by the "singing wire" as the survivors started to call the cables running through their settlements.

After a life on the surface was possible again, it didn´t took too long and humanity started to reestablish communication with their "neighbouring" settlements. The distances were really huge so the only practicable solution was the construction of a singing wire network.
Whatever material was available was used to build the masts that keep the precious cables safe form movement on ground. Mostly metal scarp was used, trees were still a rare sight in the sun burned wastes. To save recources sometimes even natural structures were incorporated. Like rocky spires or overhanging cliffs, even termitehives weren´t save. Nobody could tell how those insects survived the big war and the years after.

After the first robots were created, the settlers started to give them specific colours, according to their actual tasks. Multipurpose bots were repainted if their job changed, others stayed as they were. Black was used for guardians and hunters, orange for maintenance bot, yellow and white for scouting bots and green for those who served the leaders in their daily tasks to run a settlement.

There was one particular green bot, his original name and serial number was lost, called rusty. Something was special about him. There was unrepairable construction fault or a defect in the software, nobody could really tell. Even reboots and a new CPU didn´t help. This green bot was kind of clumsy, throwing down glasses and bottles, stumbling and dropping technical devices, sometimes even forgetting his given tasks. This enraged the leaders and elders, and so the bot was returned to dismantle. The robot forgers couldn´t find it in their hearts to simply do this. So the bot was sent back into the settlement to help whoever needed a hand. The people liked that and overlooked his scatterbrained nature. As he had no real owner to look after him, nobody cared for keeping him in a good condition, like what happens with mostly all community owned constructions. His paint wasn´t repainted when color chipped of, nobody polished the blank metal parts. Gears, joints and pistons stayed unoiled. Due to the harsh environment the bot started to rust pretty soon. Limbs creaked when he moved and his general look was really weathered and beaten.

Soon everyone started to call him RUSTY.

He liked to call himself S M I L O B O T 0.1, but RUSTY sounded find as well. On one occasion he must have done something really hilarious, and passing by children started to laugh and giggle about that funny sight. Rusty registered that and kept doing silly things. The kids kept laughing and having fun. As laughter was a rare sight in these hard times he had found his destiny. From now on the walked the streets doing funny things, bringing smiles onto the faces of even the hardest men.

Then one day a kid came to him and showed him an old tattered book, telling a story about a little clown. It also brought along a set of paints and suggested to color his face according to the book. Rusty looked at the book, eager to learn more about clowns and in an instant decided that having a new makeup would be awesome.
He also started to collect clown accessories like shown in the book. Ball shaped rocks of different sizes, jingling metal parts, sticks, an umbrella and various hats.

Thereafter he was known as RUSTY THE CLOWN. 

by Alexander W Moreton
You see the human's latest creation "H2-GO" searching and now finding a source of water! He has rolled the barrels and wheeled the pump far across the desert from the human settlement, now he turns the handle to drill through the rock so water can be pumped to the surface.
However, H2-GO cannot see the shadows that lurk in the caverns...

El Botto Libre
by Andreas Neger
After years of struggling for survival in the late 2130s, mankind
developed a strong desire for entertainment again. After building
helpful robots for a long time and getting good at it, people started to take
part in illegal robot fight tournaments with their modified household-bots.

Mexico was an Eldorado for illegal robot fighting. Rumors say, that
there is a secret robot wrestling league, with robots dressed and programmed
to fight like ancient masked mexican luchadors.

They say the company's name is WRW... World Robot Wrestling.
And its champion is a golden behemoth named "El Botto Libre",
dressed in the proud colors of a long forgotten nation.

by Petra Lehmann
Story waiting for english translation, post will be updated.

Schuh-Bert (shoe-bert)
by Andreas Rueppert
Everyone needs shoes, even in the post-apocalypse. So this robot makes them!

CS-4.2 Collector-Sherpa & Blue Hunter 3.0
by Nicolas Rouanet
This is the CS-4.2 collector-sherpa that travels the outside world to grab all the necessary bits it can find for the forge father and the Blue Hunter 3.0 that protects the collector.

It seems they found the remains of the first one who has been lost a months ago.
But they also found something most important, the proof that the life can reborn in the outside world.
That day, hope reborned for humanity.

by Oliver Posvek
The O2 Operating Special Unit – The O.O.S.U.
Joe, Dan, Garry, Dean, Robin, Johnny, Tom, Brad, George, David and Quentin

The guys sitting here are the toughest and most fearless robots on this planet. They are the only ones who can do the job and they do it bloody well! They dare climbing on the highest buildings on earth and by doing so these guys guarantee the survival of the community. It´s their responsibility to suck out the oxygen of the poisoned atmosphere and carry it down to mankind.

Revitalizing AaDB-MK.24-Rob
by Bastian Schweizer
Story waiting for english translation, post will be updated.

With Round 6 we come to an end.
All entries have been shown and this weekend we will do the judging work.

We really hope you enjoyed all the entries and be sure to check out the other 5 rounds of entries if you haven't seen them yet!