The Clipper

The Clipper: a cantankerous beast that hunts down smaller robots and critters. It first impales them with its hook arm, and then snips off useful bits with its clipper arm or jaws that it can add to its armor plating or make repairs with.

It's slow moving, so it typically waits to ambush its prey and is very crafty and cunning. To make up for its slow speed, it has heavy armor plates and is extremely strong. It's still seeking more armor bits to protect its heart and power supply.

This is a contest submission for the movie 9 on Deviantart.

Down to the last minute, my buddy Jim and I burned the midnight oil and finished this up at 11:40 PM last night in a frenzied rush of grinding, cutting, riveting, twisting, blood, sweat, and... well, no tears, I don't think either of us cried while making this. We're still definitely nursing more than a few nicks, scrapes, and scratches from working with all of that metal though.

This was an awesome project though. We procrastinated a bit, of course, so we were sort of scrambling at the last minute, but we managed to get it done without too many compromises.

Components include the following:

1. The guts of a broken wind up clock
2. The heating elements of a burned out electric space heater
3. an old rusty ice hook
4. a pair of rusty hand clippers that had been inexplicably dipped in yellow paint
5. the sheet metal from an ancient rusted out tub that looks like it may have been a still for a moonshine operation back in the prohibition days
6. worn down snow tire chains
7. several armatures from car rear view mirrors
8. an old rusty trowel
9. Half a dozen old electrical relays
10. a bunch of braces and brackets for fixing cabinets that turned into this guy's bones
11. Several old rusty horseshoes
12. What felt like hundreds of feet of steel wire, and hundreds of nuts, bolts, rivets, washers, and wingnuts

I'm absolutely certain there are more random weird parts in there, but that's all I can think of off the top of my head.

I was hoping we could get a more dynamic look, but once he started pushing thirty+ pounds we were more concerned with keeping him upright and sturdy than getting a slick action pose.

We'd like to thank the guys at The Junk Shop for letting us rummage through their piles old rusty contraptions and take a bunch of parts for twenty five bucks.

We'd also like to thank the Sadie Mae Foundation for giving us first dibs on all of the good old junk and tools from their fund raising tag sale.

Well, that's all for now, I've already typed up too much here. We'll find out if we placed in the contest on the 30th.