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Primaris Tech Support

It's Christmas 2021, and my sister has broken the unspoken lifelong family reluctance to buy me plastic crack for Christmas as I draw ever closer to being... [checks notes] middle aged.  Why have a partridge in a f---ing pear tree when you could have a Primaris Techmarine? I felt it would be important to paint it up quickly to indicate my enthusiasm and gratitude, and that's why, a mere 18 months later, I have painted Brother-Techmarine Sedayus Aristander. I don't normally show off my newly painted toy soldiers to the family, as it's really not their sort of thing (although were I painting WW2 historics my Dad would perk right up). But in this instance, it seemed only fitting to thank my sister and show her what I'd done with her present. "Wow. He looks um… charming," she said. "I appreciate the level of detail. Your ability to concentrate on one tiny thing for so long is impressive." Like I say, it's really not their sort of thing. Now if y

Back to Da Primative

“Doc Basha finking log, waaargh date… err.. lots. Da boss Uluruk and 'is bestest beastboss, Bozzgak, are getting fed up. Not wiv da bloaty squig belly, which is my die-ig-nose-sis of eating too many squigs. Dey fink dat there is too many Pansies, Beakies, Tinboyz, and, Mork forbid, Bloodaxes around 'ere. Dey reckon itz about time sum proper Orks showed ya how itz dun. Well, I fink I spotted some Goffs , dey r almost proper Orks, if dey wasn’t so boring. Dey just bang on about dat metal stuff. Not enough spinny hed squigs being chucked around amungst dat lot. Dey should get back to da proper ways. Right, dis finky log is getting boring. Where is Nurse Skrachit got to, stoopid runt, it’s surgurree time. One of Deez beastsnagga boyz needz a new leg after da numpty lost it to a hog. Just can’t get da boyz deez days.” Right, enough chat from the Doc. Maisey is back! After a long hobby hiatus caused by Real Life shenanigans, I'm finally back on the hobby wagon. What better way t

So. Many. Highlights.

Years ago, when I worked in Oxford's Warhammer shop, I would regularly advise people that they really shouldn't feel obligated to paint the whole army to their best possible standard. It takes ages, and a perfectly fine paint job is 100% better than an incomplete high-end paint job you've burned out on. So naturally, years later, I find myself beavering away at the exact thing I told people not to do, and never has this been more masochistic than when painting heavy intercessors. I did, however, like the idea of having some basic troops in heavier gear for boarding actions and similarly claustrophobic encounters. Thus: no choice but to knuckle down for a month. Side note: this sort of slow pace is simply dreadful for regular blog content. a month's worth of highlighting Now the quickest way to speed things up is to weather the bejesus out of their MANY-EDGED DISCO BOOTIES to conceal a lack of highlighting. Naturally, I went into autopilot and highlighted them anyway, an