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‘Clicking’ Into an Intervention

I have been a collector my entire life. My earliest memories are going from store to store with my mom, looking for Mego action figures to finish out my Star Trek and Super Hero teams. I grew up with a single mom, and even after she married (when I was seven) we still had some pretty lean years, with the early ’80s being particularly brutal.

Me with Scotty and Uhura at the pool, 1975.

My parents did their best, though, and somehow I always had a couple of D&D books for holidays, and my dad always made sure I had a few dollars every month to get my comic books. Sure, it was easier with comics only being thirty-five (then fifty-five) cents, but he was only making about four dollars an hour, too. Still, we made do.

That may have led me to compulsive collecting. I’ve never been chill about it; when I had money for Star Wars figures, I had an end goal of collecting a hundred Storm Troopers, because that seemed really freaking cool. When I stumbled into miniatures in the mid-eighties, I wanted everything… which wasn’t too hard to do, since everything was sculpted by hand and cast in lead. So there really wasn’t a warehouse of temptation waiting for me whenever I found a store that stocked minis.

My favorites back then were Ral Partha minis, especially those sculpted by Julie Guthrie. She did some brilliant sculpts, and when the industry shifted to pewter instead of lead, the miniatures were just a little crisper in detail, which made her work pop even more. I learned to paint with those early figs, and had a few dozen monsters and adventurers lined up for my D&D games.

Classic Julie Guthrie Skellies from Ral Partha, still available for purchase!

When my local comic shop started carrying Games Workshop stuff, I bough my first box of Space Marines, which was 30 plastic dudes for about ten bucks. I also got a copy of Rogue Trader, and man, was I hooked.

If you had this, it’s time to book your colonoscopy…

Here’s the thing about being hooked on 40k in 1989, though; there were probably less than a hundred models at first. Fantasy was the bigger franchise for Games Workshop back then, and they were still making stuff for Dungeons & Dragons. So being hooked wasn’t going to put me in the poor house, and I could afford a fresh blister pack every payday and still keep up with the sporadic releases.

Now, keeping up with just about ANY miniature line is going to put you in an interesting financial predicament. If you want to collect an army for 40k or Age of Sigmar, you could easily spend a thousand dollars, and that’s just for funsies. I know tournament players who spend even more, as they try and chase the meta and stay on top of the most competitive releases.

And that’s not even getting into the fire-hose of releases GW puts out every week. Luckily, I’m not a huge GW guy (even though they’ve still managed to get some money out of me in the last few months).

Marvel Crisis Protocol was another beast altogether, though. These are super dynamic miniatures, and they’re big, beautiful, and fun to paint. The release schedule isn’t as robust by any means, and if you were only interested in one team or faction, you could get the ten minis you needed to play the game for anywhere from a hundred to two hundred dollars. That’s downright cheap in the miniature wargaming hobby!

But, if you’re a collection minded sap like me, MCP is dangerous. I love that world. I grew up in that world. I built my adolescent moral compass reading comic books, so I’m not going to be so good at resisting the temptation when new kits come out each month.

I gotta catch them all, dammit!

I’m trying not to be that guy anymore. As I mentioned earlier this year, I’m finding more and more examples of how rampant collecting can be devastating for families when that collector dies. I’m also trying to have an office that doesn’t look like a pinata stuffed with war dollies exploded in it.

The new Nimrod box almost got me. Actually, it did get me. I bought it, after selling off almost my entire collection of MCP minis. And once I had that, I had that monkey on my back again, and I was making plans on how to aquire that old collection again. After all, it was only $65 for that Nimrod box, how bad could it be if I spent a year or two getting the old minis back? I still haven’t completely talked myself out of it.

Luckily, they’ll be easy to return if I choose to go that route…

What a junkie I am. Luckily, I managed to have an emergency intervention with myself before it got out of control… yet.

I realize that it would be silly to deny myself the fun of collecting and painting super hero minis. There really isn’t anything wrong if I wanted to go whole-hog into MCP again, either. At the end of the day I wouldn’t be endangering anything other than my discretionary income. So I’m going to allow myself to collect supers. I’m just trying to pull back on MCP.

They are big, for one, and take up a lot of space.

Second, they’re expensive. Not in the “get a squad and you’re set” kind of way, but definitely if you want to collect the entire range, or at least get all the characters you like… which in my case, is most of them.

At an average of $15 per figure, the minis would get really cost prohibitive, really quickly. And stay that way, too, since Atomic Mass Games tends to release at least two boxes (at $65 each) every month. That math tells me my discretionary budget would be just a Marvel Crisis Protocol budget.

Luckily, I already had a solution to this issue. And it’s a fun one, because I’m stubborn and really enjoy ridiculous challenges. And it’s a solution that is about 1/15 the cost!

Yeah, I’m talking Heroclix. And yeah, I know they look like ass for the most part. But, with a little work, you can make them look like a pretty acceptable kind of ass, which is where all the fun comes in!

(And honestly, they only look like ass compared to modern mass market sculpts. Compared to a lot of the indy studios, or the stuff I grew up with, they look great.)

Plus, they take up about a third of the space of the Marvel Crisis Protocol figures. Here’s a couple that I already had painted up!

I placed an order for some used Clix, which came in at about a buck a figure. I got some heroes, a couple of standard goons, and a few of my favorite goofball villains from the silver age comics that I love. This is what came in that box when it arrived yesterday:

That’s 29 miniatures, which came delivered to my house for a total of $35 when shipping was added in. That’s about half of the price of a box of three MCP models. I totally get that I am intentionally getting a far inferior sculpt, and that there’s some work that will need to be done to get them looking good.

On the other hand, there’s a lot of work that goes in to making any miniature look good. The MCP figs need to be assembled, mold lines need to be cleaned, and the mini needs to be primed. The Clix? Well, they’re assembled. Sometimes poorly, but assembled. The mold lines need to be cleaned up, but for all intents they only need to be primed if you want to prime them. The factory basic paint they come in is primer enough.

This will be a fun project! And even better, there are tons of costume variations for the characters that have been made over the last 26 years of production. For folks like me who are really tired of the Jim Lee X-Men costumes, this is welcome news!

I’m not saying I won’t buy more MCP. If I do, I plan on just sticking to mutants or characters I really like, and using the Clix project to tame the wild collector in me. My wife is already laughing at my really convincing resolve with this idea.

I’ll keep you updated on this silly new project… oh, and another thing! The Clix are 28/30mm scale, so they’ll fit with my existing minis and terrain. I even have some ideas on how to work powers into my game engine!

More soon… I’ve gone on long enough!

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The Workbench: Finished Models for August 16, 2026

I’m trying a little change-up here, realizing that adding some substance to my blog posts like a couple of my favorite bloggers do would be a good thing. Still plan on posting pics, just maybe a little more thought into the context as well!

First off the block is Moon Knight for Marvel Crisis Protocol. One of my favorite characters from the Marvel comics of my youth, he’s like Batman, but the insanity is surface level instead of suppressed. The challenge with a character like him is that white is a bastard to paint convincingly without looking like you had an accident at a chalk factory!

I went really slowly and deliberately with Mark, starting with a pretty bright undercoat of Wolf Grey, then doing a zenithal highlight with White Blue, then layering in some very subtle white glazes. I’m pretty exclusively using Pro Acryl paints these days, the pigment count seems to be pretty high, and very finely ground as well. This really helps a ton, and I’m really happy with the result!

Another MCP figure, this time a mutant menace named Avalanche. He’s also part of the super-hero A-Team, which is guys that have an “A” on their costume, like Apocalypse and Animal Man.

Avalanche also has a bit of white to him, so I used the same technique as with Moon Knight, then my standard super-hero blue. The water was painted with the same blue, just different highlights and shading. I also had some fun with the fire hydrant, which was just blocked in quickly over a dark red undercoat. Sometimes, simple is best!

On the skirmish front I painted up another couple of soldiers to use with Warhammer Empire themed groups, the first is another Witch Hunter. I’m calling her Grizelda Kaine, and she has some of the same bright color choices as my Witch Hunter captain. I’m really enjoying bright color pops in my fantasy!

There’s also a Gallant, which is a type of lesser knight from Age of Sigmar. He’s cool, and has a weirdo frog on his helmet. Since I’m really not caring much about AoS, he’ll see action in skirmish games like Frostgrave and Five Leagues from the Borderlands.

With the new edition of Necromunda coming out yesterday, I wanted to have a color test done for House Orlock. Normally I’m not a fan of this gang, but I wanted to try something quick and dirty to see how it looks.

I underpainted the mini blue with a red zenithal highlight, then went over the upper part of the mini with a lemon yellow drybrush. The bottom part of the figure is mostly washes, with metallics picked out to show some contrast. I spend some extra time on her skin and shirt, and I’m actually looking forward to painting more Orlocks now!

I’ll be playing some Necromunda solo, so if you’re interested in my thoughts on the new edition, let me know in the comments! I was going to try and arbitrate a game with some friends, but I never know week to week if my health is going to play nice with me.

And wrapping things up for this week is Marley the Ghost, part of the Moonstone Shades line that I backed a few years ago. Sadly, that all happened right around the time I got sick, so I didn’t get a chance to get any painted while recovering. Happily, I have a really cool collection of ghosts and zombies to paint now, and plan on having these done for Halloween this year! Goals are good!

Marley was really fun to paint, I used Jade and light Jade from Pro Acryl, and shaded up from there with white blends. The eyes are yellow, layered up from orange, and the robes were terra cotta with lemon yellow mixed in for highlights. This is probably my favorite mini from this month so far, and I’m really looking forward to painting more!

For this coming week I have some Black Templars to finish, as well as more MCP figs. I’m hoping to get some of the new Escher minis from Necromunda on the table as well, but we’ll see how things go!

Until next time, I hope your projects go well and you treat yourself kindly!

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Coming Down with a Bad Case of The Old World

There I was, minding my own business at my FLGS. I had stopped in to pick up some of the new (to me) utra-metallic metallics from Vallejo (which are freaking amazing) and then everything went fuzzy.

When I came to, I was sitting at my hobby desk, with a freshly assembled unit of Chaos Marauders from Warhammer: The Old World in front of me. Holy hell, I did a nice job putting them together, too!

This is obviously what happened, since the reality of just seeing these amazing minis in the shop, shrieking like a schoolgirl at a BTS show and deliriously buying these beauties in a state of delirium doesn’t sound as cool. I’m a super manly man, mind you. I don’t swoon at just any war-dolly.

Just most of them. Here’s the first finished minis, looking damned fine and ready to kick some teeth in:

The unit leader is called Karga, she’s from a Warhammer Underworlds warband, but she looks cool with this group, so she’s the leader. The mini might even be a dude, who cares. She’s Karga. The Ruinous Powers care not for the gender binary.

She’s backed up by Hjork, who is wielding a banner of the Carrion Crow. The Carrion Crow is definitely not Nurgle, or any kind of Chaos God. Just a freaky cool crow who brings disease and laughs at mortals whilst they sleep.

The other three dudes don’t have names yet. Karga cares not for names until these milk drinkers earn them. Then Karga might stop calling them Meat.

The long term on this project is going to be a full-on Chaos warhost, supplemented by some Nurgle duders from Age of Sigmar because those sculpts are sweet as hell. I also have a bunch of stuff from Darkwater that’s going to fit in really, really well.

And for once, there’s no time limit on these guys. I’m just going to have fun and paint. Fun is good.

As for The Old World? It’s a good time! As I was thumbing through the rules I was really happy to see how much they had streamlined the old ruleset, which was pretty bloated and cumbersome. It’s still a little bloated, mind you, and you could bludgeon a small contingent of halflings with the FAQ alone, but it feels a bit like home.

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Disability and the Art of Hobby Maintenance

After several years of processing and waiting, the United States Government has decided to agree with a panel of doctors and medical professionals, and has declared that I have indeed been attacked by several traitorous organs and am not capable of sustainable, “meaningful employment”.

In other words, I am disabled.

This is an interesting thing to be in the United States right now. We are largely governed by venture capital bros who believe in meritocracy above and beyond anything else, and the meritocracy crowd doesn’t look too keenly on disability. The feeling is that if you are disabled, that you are a drain on society, even though I have been working and paying into the system full time, often with a second job, since 1984.

That’s 42 years. And somehow, I’m struggling internally with being entitled to benefits that I have been paying in to my entire damned life.

So, what does that have to do with hobbying? At the end of the day, everything.

I have about three, sometimes four, good hours of energy every day. Hence, the not being able to sustain a profession bit. Of that three to four hours, I have to exercise for at least 30 minutes, if not an hour, or the vein feeding my liver could collapse and kill me, since my abdomen is so jacked up after five surgeries that there’s no way to fix that vein without potentially killing me.

Defusing the bomb is as dangerous as the bomb.

Doing my hobby helps me turn off the gibbering horde that takes up residence in my psyche, the Doomsday Chorus that likes to remind me that every day is potentially borrowed time. That’s fine, though. I’ve had a remarkably cool life and have very few regrets.

That doesn’t stop the Gibbering Horde, though. Painting, on the other hand, does. So… I paint. Literally, I paint, therefore I am.

I am calmer, I am more at peace with this stage of my life, and I am able to focus on adoring my wife and rejoicing in my time on this (currently burning) rock as it careens about the universe.

There is a lot to be said about hobbies and mental health. And there is a lot to be said about stilling those voices that influence us and steer us away from our better selves. This has led me to deleting my social media accounts, stepping away from the podcast I have been part of for 18 years, and fine-tuning my YouTube content to exclusively hobby based channels.

It’s been liberating. And because of that liberation, those few hours of energy that I have became more restorative. Every brush stroke or assembled figure is a hard-won symbol of serenity for me. A sign that I am weathering my own personal storm, and maybe can show the way for others struggling as well.

The hobby, as it is, can be maddening. There’s a million people out there screaming about “the meta”, and debating the merits of this list, that model, the new game system that’s potentially going to pull a David on the Goliath in Manchester. It doesn’t have to be this way.

We can find peace in our wargames, as ironic as it feels to say that.

I hope you all find some time to rejoice in our hobby today, to escape our grim reality and fire off some joyous endorphins with whatever worlds bring you happiness. It’s an amazing hobby, full of amazing people.

Thanks for stopping by. Be good to yourselves, and happy hobbying!

Fantasy Art, Mordheim, skirmish games

Mordheim: The Song of Wretched Flanders

Flanders was, as the saying goes, gifted with the wits of a rock. That may have been from the stray stone that glanced off of his forehead as a small child, or it could have been from ingesting a steady diet of rats since being separated from his family at a young age.

Fear not, gentle reader. Rats are, of course, generally good for eating, as long as one knows which are healthy, and which carry plague and other foul humors of the blood. Flanders, being rather dim, did not discern between rats that were good eating or those that were best left to molder in the gutters. He was a hungry lad, and ate whatever he came across.

Which made him rather big, surprisingly. He was lanky, muscular in a sinewy way, and rather fond of crashing about the slums of the city. While dreadfully dim, he was possessed of a enthusiasm for living, and sang loudly of all the things he loved whilst he cantered about.

He was also easy to hire for odd jobs, and many a merchant found he would work tirelessly at any labor for the promise of gruel and a dry palette to sleep upon. Some found he worked even harder for heartier fare, and would pull a wagon better than a small team of oxen if fed well.

Flanders life changed during one such job, pulling a sledge through a neighborhood affectionately dubbed “Rottersville”. This area had suffered a withering blight, and the survivors shuffled about in the alleys and sewers, flesh hanging gray from their bones.

Even the rats avoided Rottersville, but it was the fastest way from the Merchant district to the temple. Flanders was attacked by nearly a dozen of the shambling denizens, who had succeeded in pulling him to the ground when one of them started eating his arm. Then the others, smelling the aroma of fresh meat, set to it.

Flanders screamed. He screamed and screamed. He screamed until his lungs burned and his eyes stung with tears.

And then, the Angel came. Mighty arms clad in mail swung a hammer with righteous enthusiasm, each blow ringing out like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

The rotters either fled, or met their violent end.

The Angel stood over Flanders, then called to his fellows, a rag-tag group of priests, hunters, and penitents.

“Tend to this Wretch’s wounds, feed him, and when he is able, bring him to me.”

Thus did Flanders find that he was Wretched, and his heart was filled with light and joy.

Wretched Flanders is an interesting kitbash project, which came partially out of desperation. The Flagellant from the classic GW Empire line is great, especially if you’re using them with other classic GW minis. But if you put one next to a newer model, they’re REALLY short. With a good portion of my Witch Hunters warband being made up of newer models, I needed a Flagellant that looked formidable and perhaps a little scary.

I took some bits from the classic kit, like the brazier clad head, weapons, and whatever the hell that book thingy is, and added them to a stock Kruleboy Orc body. Those guys are really stringy and muscular, and using them for a human really makes them look like they’ve been to hell and back.

The final product does the job nicely, I think! I also decided it would be fun to actually draw out his character card, which is something I loved doing in the ’80s with my D&D characters. We’ll see if that’s something I keep doing as the warband fills out!

Marvel Crisis Protocol

Marvel Crisis Protocol Project, Part One

A friend reached out and asked if I could take on his MCP project, and being as how I can’t really do much at the moment, I was happy to get to work! Plus, working on someone ELSE’s project means I’m not buying and storing the minis later, right?

There’s some that I’ve done before, like Beta Ray Bill and Ulik, but a number I’ve never set brush to before, so there was some refreshingly new minis to paint!

I tried some new stuff with Ulik and Bill, mostly with the electricity effects from Stormbreaker. Ulik’s scalemail got a little extra shine, since I wanted to try out the new Ultra-metallics from Vallejo, which are super tasty.

This particular Black Panther and I had never met before, and I realized I hadn’t painted an actual water effect in a decade or more, so that was a fun challenge! This was also my first time taking on Dracula, and I had a blast with him. Great figure all around!

I also got to paint another Abomination, which is one of my favorite minis in the line. He’s just chunky as hell, and you can dig in and slap a lot of paint and undertones onto him.

There’s more coming, so stay tuned!

Miniatures, skirmish games

That’s MISTER Lord of Infection to You!

Womp. My pancreas says hello, and it’s terribly sorry for kicking my ass for the last little bit. I keep telling it that you all understand, but my pancreas is surprisingly compassionate about you folks missing out on content, so there is that!

In between flare-ups I’ve managed to get some painting in, and I’m actually feeling okay at the moment, so fingers crossed. I had a friend ask me to play a little Age of Sigmar, which I tried and actually almost enjoyed, it was my vampires vs. his awful, smelly, tricksy elves.

There are some really fun and thematic actions baked into the game, but they usually come in the form of a re-roll, and there’s just so freaking many of them. Once again, GW‘s penchant for over-complicating a ruleset gets in the way of what could be a rocking good time. Still, my friend was awesome to play a game with, and that’s what matters in the end.

I even had the urge to paint up a little Warhammer, this demon lord from the Darkwater box has been calling to me for months, and he was a blast to paint!

That got me thinking, though. Mass fantasy battles used to be catnip to me. The Old World rules look to be pretty close to classic Warhammer Fantasy, but honestly that’s way to many rules for me. I want something fun, loud, and easy to table, but still elegant enough to get a little crunch going if I want it.

One Page Rules is cool, it’s just not crunchy enough for me. Close, though. I think Oathmark holds some promise, I just have to get enough minis together to give it a test game. Kings of War and I never really got along.

And there’s the fact that at the end of the day, I’m a hobbyist, not a gamer. That’s going to impact what I enjoy more than anything. Still, I like to build something to a list, just so that I can say there’s a theme or method to the madness, hahaha!

I started printing some Forest Elves from Highlands Miniatures, and if I use Warhammer rules as a template, there’s about 1,700 points worth waiting for a paintbrush. The minis look cool, and I’m not really pushing myself to do more than have fun at the moment, so looking at them isn’t making me want to scream and hide.

What do you all think about mass-battle fantasy games? Any of you find a system that you love? Or are you all tourists in the gaming world like me? It seems like most of the folks reading this are more into hobby building and painting than gaming, but I would love to hear what you enjoy building and (even ocassionally) playing!

Miniatures, skirmish games

Warcrow: Battle Scarred Orcs

I have been slowly, oh-so-slowly building out and painting my Warcrow collection. Luckily, some of the earlier issues I had with Corvus Belli using Siocast to manufacture the minis have been resolved, as it appears they are using Unicool for the majority of the new minis I have seen.

Still, the Siocast is out there, and I have been working my way through my Orc units to get them out of the way before I reward myself with the Unicool sets! Even with Siocast, these early minis are really incredible, they just take some extra care and cleanup to help them shine.

This is the first unit I have finished for Warcrow, so I’m giving myself a pat on the back and a cookie. Yay, me! Now, to paint the rest of my Northern Tribes army. Which is cool, because that means I get to paint Ice Elves!

The Battle Scarred Orcs are warriors who have a place of honor in Orc culture due to the number of scars they’ve earned, but they’re still young enough that they haven’t become Revenants.

I started with a purple and blue undercoat, then layered up with the greens and bone colors. I really do need to play this game sooner than later, the mechanics seem like a lot of fun!

Miniatures, skirmish games

Zombies! Aaaaah!

My editor window is showing that somehow a Comic Sans derivative is being used in my carefully curated layout, which is probably karmic punishment for falling off the planet for two months. Hopefully, that’s just a bug, because I know how people feel about Comic Sans.

I’ve been working on some chaff to fill out some encounters for Five Leagues from the Borderlands, which has become my preferred way to game lately. I have energy issues due to the organ disease, so sometimes the only way I’m getting any games in is on my own. Besides, I’m pretty good company for me. It’s not a bad thing!

Say what you will about Games Workshop, they make a nice zombie. Perhaps a little overdetailed, but they ooze character. The plan is to hit these guys with a blue underspray, red overspray, then highlight everything with a lemon yellow drybrush pass. This helps me see the details a little better, and is far more forgiving for my painting style!

Then it’s just a matter of picking out some areas that I want to add color to. With these two, I went a little more overboard than I planned, but I’m hoping to dial it back a little and let the undercoats do some of the heavy lifting for me!

Next week I’ll be sharing some Marvel work as I move that collection out!

Marvel Crisis Protocol, Miniatures, skirmish games

The Wake-Up Call

As some of you may know, I have been grappling with a rogue pancreas since the end of 2023. The pancreas is a bit of a diva, and when it feels like it’s being mistreated, all hell breaks loose.

Four major abdominal surgeries and tens of thousands of dollars in out of pocket expenses later, I’m, a not in the best shape. The body is still strong, but that pancreas has it out for me. And that’s okay. It’s part of me, and I forgive it for behaving the way it has. But, as time goes on, I am becoming more and more aware that a peaceful descent into old age is probably not in the cards for me.

And that’s okay. We all do the best we can with the cards we’re dealt, and I have had a brilliant go at it. I will continue to do so. Life is such a precious, fleeting thing, and I’m going to wring everything I can out of whatever is left of it, whether that’s three or thirty years

Two weeks ago, a younger friend of mine passed peacefully in his sleep. Honestly, that’s a gift. I’ve had a lot of friends die, and this one was the first that hasn’t been something tragic and avoidable. He will be remembered well, and at no point will anyone be torturing themselves wondering whether they could have done something. It was simply his time, and he went peacefully and well loved.

What a fucking gift. I love that for him, and for his family. He’s leaving a whole where he was, just like we all do when we move on, but it’s a life that will be looked back on with joy.

Except there is one little thing that needs to be sorted by his lovely family, and that hit home harder than anything.

He was a collector. A MIGHTY collector. He had a good job, he was single, didn’t have kids, owned his own home, and had no conflicts when it came to dropping a thousand dollars on a limited edition Transformer.

His family buried him yesterday. Today, they’re tackling the house, and his collections. Frankly, they’re buried. His sister send a message- “his desk is just covered in boxed Optimus Prime figures”.

How do you help someone navigate that? That’s just the freaking desk.

I’m looking at my own collection. I’ve already down-graded greatly, but there’s still probably a thousand unpainted minis in that collection, and if I hadn’t had to stop working because of The Diva, there would be more.

As much as I adore this hobby, the thought of my wife texting a friend about how many zombies are sitting on a shelf above my desk right now is heart breaking. No one should have to go through that.

I know from other friends that have passed that collections are largely worthless once the person that collected them is gone. My grandfather’s prized stamp collection was un-wanted by everyone in the family, and we settled on a few hundred bucks just to get the metric ton of stamps out of the way.

Another friend of mine passed a decade or so ago, and his nieces and nephews inherited some cool toys and some graphic novels. Everything else was either donated to schools, and when the patience was worn thin, straight to the landfill.

I don’t want to put my family through that, no matter what time I have left. As weird as this sounds to type, it sounds even weirder to say it aloud- I can’t in good conscience put anyone I love through that. For the first time in 40 some odd years of miniature collecting, I think it’s time to make a clean break.

That doesn’t mean that I’m getting out of the hobby, it just means that I need it to mean something more than it has. I’ve been going through a small mountain of painted (and a larger mountain of unpainted) miniatures, and most of it simply needs to go. I’ve had some success posting some on EBay, which helps the medical bills, and some are just finding new homes with friends.

What stays behind will be more personal to me. Necromunda and Mordheim were always my favorite games, so that’s what stays. Anything that can be adapted to those games, or homebrews of those games, may have a chance at staying.

Everything else? That’s a distraction, a dalliance from a fevered hobby addled brain, a nice distraction from the monsters that are making sure our children inherit a Mad Max movie. It’s all in some stage of going or another.

This is hard! I’m navigating a lot of emotion over some of this stuff, and realizing a lot of that is addiction. That’s fine, I can work through that. Still, it’s way harder than I ever anticipated.

To rip the band-aid off, I started with stuff that I have always found some comfort in, mainly the X-Men and Avengers figs from Marvel Crisis Protocol. Finding new homes for this stuff doesn’t diminish the joy I found in painting them, and maybe their new owners will pick up on some of that joy when they get them.

I’ll be shifting the emphasis of my posts towards this process a little more, and posting the results of what actually stays as well. I have some ideas for kitbash projects that will be a lot of fun, so stick around! It’s going to be a hobby rollercoaster around here!

Take care, friends.

Leigh