"The Great Experiment Begins" Topic

You've all heard that "as long as you still have figures to paint, you'll never die"--demonstrably untrue, by the way--or "if you paint all your lead, you'll die."

I just ordered the last figures to complete the last armies. This should leave me by early summer with nothing but some 6mm forces I'm not really planning to paint and 2mm most of you insist aren't really wargame figures.

So if I stop posting this fall, renew your lead piles and keep painting.

Does plastic count ? :)

Maybe you should consider painting other people's figures for them, just to hedge your bets. ;)

By that standard, I've died several times now.

Though I do look a bit like Rasputin, and he is my fave character in the Death My Die game…

What people like to hide is that for every unpainted miniature you have to spend a few years in a hellish sweatshop limbo painting miniatures, day in and day out.
I heard the going rate is fifteen years painting French Old Guard for every unpainted 15mm miniature and 25 years painting Samurai (Warring states period) for every unpainted 25mm miniature that you own at your time of transcendence.

Arjuna if there's coffee and my mp3 player I'm good with that.

As you wish, Striker.
There is plenty of coffee in the old cupboard next to the desolate kitchen table, where you sit in the cold light of a slowly humming and flickering neon lamp.
Roasted and ground, the wonderful aroma of 'DEATH WISH Whole Bean Coffee Dark Roast' fills your olfactory senses.
But there is no water, except for the stale paint slurry in the cup you use to clean your brushes.
A stale broth that never clears or thickens or dries up, that's always there and you can't pour it away.
There are little crumbs of old paint in colors you never used nor will ever need floating in it that get in the way of your painting because they get caught in the brush and on the figures.
And then there's your beloved mp3 player, filled to the brim with Lou Reed's complete 1975 album Metal Machine Music, repeated over and over again.
Is there anything else we can do to make your stay as pleasant as possible?

Is that Old Guard in greatcoats, or full dress?

here is plenty of coffee in the old cupboard next to the desolate kitchen table, where you sit in the cold light of a slowly humming and flickering neon lamp.
Roasted and ground, the wonderful aroma of 'DEATH WISH Whole Bean Coffee Dark Roast' fills your olfactory senses.

Sounds ideal.

But there is no water,

Sounds like you've never dipped coffee…

Sounds like you've never dipped coffee

To the contrary!

I did mean that there is no water to make coffee, to satisfy the craving triggered by the delicious smell.
I confess I have not only, both accidentally and willfully, used coffee to clean brushes and thin paint, but also drunk it likewise both accidentally and willfully.
It tasted a bit dull and, don't know, muddy…, musty..?

In the 1980s, me and a buddy briefly considered a career as turpentine sniffers.
Humbrol Enamel and thinner, delicious!
Of course, we only inhaled, not drank it.
:)

Many movies of hell include hot demon women. Some of those would be nice.

Many movies of hell include hot demon women. Some of those would be nice.

This is not hell, but limbo, but sure, why not?

So, no turning back now, Striker.

There she is.

Like dark Eve herself, like Lilith, a voluptuous goddess with long flowing black and reddish hair that seems to have a life of its own.
A smooth body with soft golden body hair, glittering like wheat on fertile soil under a warm sun.
She moves in mysterious ways, dancing through your mind, her forked tongue whispering words of bitterest lust and sweetest pain directly into your core.
Her image has always been in your mind, it is what your soul and body crave.
She's so hot, so hot, you can't resist.
You must possess her.
And so Striker, you touch her.
Softly.
At that moment, you realize what burning hot means.
She's as hot as a red-hot glowing iron.
It burns you to the bone.
An unbearable pain.

But even more unbearable is the realization that shatters your spirit.
You'll do it again, you can't resist.

:)