A story on how I nearly lost my will to paint but somehow found a cure by caring less.

Not one, but three chariots, have been requisitioned by my red master to accompany his hellish army into battle. The chariots are heavy ironclad constructs drawn by furious beasts from the darkest plains of the chaos wasteland. The chariot is driven by a brutish horse master and behind him a dark champion stands, wielding an... Continue Reading →

Last night I had nightmare visions of giant men clad in fur and iron, their skin painted red as blood. Could these dreams that haunt me, be related to my task of painting a unit of Khurgan Marauders? I best get on with it - or I fear these dreams will drive me mad. Doing... Continue Reading →

Of hellish origin this most foul monster proved a challenge to paint.

A huge box of unpainted plastics have been delivered at my doorstep. Besides was a letter instructing me to paint a magnificent army for the Blood God - the rewards will be "plentiful" the letter promises.