In June 2013, Mark and I undertook to convert the old Warhammer chapel into a more generic dwelling . The Beard Bunker's long-standing Bit of turning down the visual volume on GW's output has enjoyed the same consistency as Suella Braverman waking up on any given morning and deciding whether or not to be performatively inflammatory. The thing is we did all this work, then just one month later, I painted my first Tabletop World buildings . My desire to paint GW Fantasy terrain died harder than a tapdancer in a minefield. Skip ahead ten years and I'm slowly gearing up to posthumously close out the story arc of Mark's Skaven army and their lordship over Hochland's one-time capital Hergig. I need buildings. Lots of buildings. Then I see this thing that we built together all those years ago, dust-addled and half-painted on the shelf next to much prettier Tabletop World stuff, and confronted with the bin or the brush, I chose the brush. Keen to make sure I just got it d