Still recovering from my hospital adventure earlier this month. Most of me is stabilized, although my eyesight continues to waver...the majority of it improving. Doesn't make it fun when you're a guy who's worn glasses for nearly forty years.
But, as the wife and kiddos were off for new haircuts and a basketball lesson, dear old Dad was left to his own devices and actually painted in between sets of exercises at the weight bench on the other side of the basement.
Brigade Games Post-Apocalyptic get a little holiday cheer. It's not Christmas lights, it's tracer fire with Santa and his Evil Elves.
Two minor quibbles with the figures. The elves have a mold line right down the middle of their faces (which makes then even more deranged), and Santa's awesome pose and my vision made the right side of his face a pain to paint.
Next: This is the first movement off the painting bench in quite some time. There's still a unit of gnomes that I may wait for a new pair of glasses, but there's also the first vehicle of the Gnomish Space Marines moving closer to completion.
Two minor quibbles with the figures. The elves have a mold line right down the middle of their faces (which makes then even more deranged), and Santa's awesome pose and my vision made the right side of his face a pain to paint.
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