A place for me to share my miniature painting with you... rediscover your inner-geek!
Friday, August 9, 2019
Kicking Assassinorum!
Friday, May 17, 2019
Frontline Gaming ITC 40K Hobby Track Showcase!
A huge "Thank You" to Reece Robbins, President and CEO of Frontline, as well as his business partner and Co-Founder, Frankie Giampapa and COO, and all the rest of the Frontline Crew: Jason Butler, Pablo Martinez, Mariana Vera, Pascal DeForeset (and everyone else there) who have brought and continue to bring, a viable and fair/fun way to hobby and play 40k!!! They have become the "Go-To" folks for everything competitive 40K, AoS, and so many other games! Thank you to Frontline's ITC Tournament Organizers, like Chris Morgan, for creating the scoring rubric and making sure they stayed true to their judging criteria! Thanks to you all for sticking with it... even when there were times you may have felt it wasn't worth pursuing!
Thanks to all the competitors, for without which, there is no competition! A shout-out to my team-mates: Thomas Heagstrom-Oaky, Seth Beddes, Rich Kilton, Dave Johansen, Bryan Humpherys, James Weston, Scott Rumple, and Christian Bernfield, for helping me with ideas, concepts, and fine-tuning things to completion! Thanks to the community for all the love and support, and to the Utah Community for being so kind and supportive--great peeps, all of ya!!!
Lastly, without my family and my wife's support, it wouldn't have happened! Thanks, dear for putting up with, and enthusiastically supporting this crazy hobby of mine. Thanks, to my daughters for encouraging my art, and to my boys for picking up the hobby and rolling dice with dad!
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Patience is Always Your Best Paintbrush!
I was reminded of a letter I wrote over 25 years ago, to a dear friend of mine, Mr. Ken Rhodes who owned and operated the local gaming store after losing the painting side of a tournament I attended late October of '98 in Cedar City, Utah (I think there were six, or eight of us total). The tournament was an important turning point for me, because it forced me to realize I was "in fact" a hobbyist! The letter was written November 1st, 1998, shortly after the 3rd edition release of Warhammer 40k. Included are all its incorrect grammar mistakes and typos. I am still friends with Ken to this day, and those stalwart few guys who helped get the hobby going in Southern Utah: Chad Hardin, William Bagnall, Steffan Holmes, Tony Pectol, Mike Kenefick, along with a few others! Thanks, to all, who helped me along this 25 year journey, to claim the prize!!! Below, is the reprint of the letter... crazy to see where the game, myself as a hobbyist, and the community have come!!!
Monday, May 13, 2019
Deathwatch Smash Captain - Antor Delassio
Friday, February 1, 2019
Deathwatch Armory Assessment - ITC Hobby Track 2019
1) Are multiple elements and features visible/painted on the bases for a majority of the army? Yes, every base has multiple elements on the base, as well as free-hand painted squad markings!
Thursday, January 24, 2019
Hjalkar Redmane - Death and Decay!
His eyes steadily scanned the dust strewn rocks and crags on the alien landscape. The planet’s twin moons began to set. Sweat trickled down his back, cooling his body. Most importantly, it cooled his temper. The coppery taste of blood, mingled with dusty sweat, seeped into the corners of his mouth. Nostrils flaring, the Deathwatch Marine inhaled the putrid, lingering stench of decay in the surrounding area. His vox barked to life, “Brother Hjalkar, do you see anything?” Hjalkar Redmane, of the Space Wolves, had been seconded to the force militant of the Inquisition. These Adeptus Astartes of the planet Fenris, were of the more savage chapters in the line of the All Father’s sons. He constantly had to fight the urge to delve into combat from his days as a Blood Claw. However, the constant threats against the Imperium of Mankind, allowed him to put his battle skills to good use with regularity... so he didn’t mind.
“No, Brother-Captain, at least not now.” He retorted, gore still oozing from the teeth of Tratiorsbane, his chainsword. He had just used it to dispatch a small brood of unsuspecting, and mindless, reanimated walkers who had been unfortunate enough to meet him. His genetic enhancements, coupled with the reinforced bone structure and power armor had him standing almost three meters in height; tall even for a Space Marine. Hjalkar, being modest, was worth a hundred guardsmen by himself. While he dispatched this brood of walkers with relative ease, one had managed to get in a lucky blow to his head knocking off his helmet, and bloodying his lip.
His kill-team had spread out, and while still in vox range, he could not see anyone. Suddenly, he caught movement. “Wait!” He said, more to himself, then to his team. He realized with these putrescent walkers around, their masters were certain to be close at hand. He squinted in the twilight, nerves on edge, clutching his chainsword tightly and adjusting his grip on his bolter. He activated the shot selector to load his Hellfire rounds. “What do you see, Brother Hjalkar?”
Then, it appeared. Cumbersome. Bloated. Puss oozed, dripping from various sores and infections rotting on its fetid armour. Small clouds of blackness moved and danced around its disgusting girth. Warp flies, no doubt. Its lethargic movements belied the deftness, and strength of its armoured cast. It hefted a massive, corroded battle-axe. Chorded muscle underneath the decaying, fleshy-plating, twitched with anticipation of the kill. “A Lord of Contagion.” he replied, almost at a whisper. Then, he felt it rising again: the anger, the fever, the berserker inside! The penchant need to destroy anything that stood within an arm’s reach! With jaws clenched, he offered up an incantation to the All-Father to guide his hands. He activated his chainsword, the chitinous teeth whirring to life, thirsting for another victim. Then, with a bellowed oath, he charged...