I’m disproportionately proud of these. They’re not brilliant, but they’re the first models I’ve done where the grime and battle damage has come out looking all right, and my painting-ten-Trenchers-in-an-afternoon method appears to have worked all right (basecoat carefully, slap the inks on and hope for the best).
I recently made the dubious choice to move three hundred miles away from all the people I play Warmachine with and relocate to a small provincial city where games that aren’t produced by Games Workshop tend to be of the old-school historical variety and scare me slightly. Did I despair?
Well, yes, I did, for a bit, but when I’d stopped despairing I decided to teach my best mate (who shall henceforth be referred to as ‘Doctor Shiny’ and who might well be along in a little while to talk about this learning process from the other side, if I can persuade him to) to play Warmachine.