MiniWar
I used to paint miniatures when I was kid. Got pretty good at it, too. In fact, Davis and I once built a "battleboard" in my long-suffering parents' garage, whereupon we performed bellum vegrandis with our armies of painted lead figures. Our efforts pale, however, next to the L’Iber Museo de los Solditos de Plomo in Valencia, which boasts the largest collection of miniature soldiers in the world. Piclick for more.
posted by Jar(egg)head at 07:52
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Ahhh, the many hours spent hunched over a desk in an enclosed space painting with lead paint and inhaling paint fumes. I'm sure that had no affect whatsoever on us. Truth be told, I have no clue what happened to all the figures I painted. I think they were spirited away in the night during the great parent dictatorship of 1988. Much cleansing of personal belongings was done during my exile to the camping of Lejeune. I'm sure they went to live on a farm and chase bunnies, just my dog Bingo did.
Yeah, but yours were all undead, Steve the Necromancer. Any bunnies they chased were already decomposing. My nobly drunken dwarves retired to a tavern and consumed mass quantities of stout while telling (mostly bullshit) stories about single-handedly destroying huge armies of skeletons. =P
Hah...Steve and his undead hoard, I remember it well. That's what happens when you let a guy get a mold for skeletal soldiers and a stack of lead ingots to cast his own army. The undead chaos dragon was a nice touch though.
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