Miniatures

Miniature within a miniature, . It is sad, because Marneus here is a much better painter than I am...



Miniatures are something of an oddity. We have used them to simulate troop positions in war, we have built scale models as a hobby, and they have been toys for young men and boys (and, according to one of the oldest wargame rules, that particularly intelligent sort of girl. I feel slimy just typing it.) They have been a part of our history as human beings for some time, appealing to that visual part of our brain. There is just something pleasing about seeing a scaled down version of something, lovingly recreated from images and books, so that each detail is just so. There must be real pride in that, just as in the making of the real thing. Or maybe I wax on most verbosely. Historical elements aside, it is odd how much they have dominated my own life this last seven years. They are a sink hole for money ($35 for ten guys! The hell is that about? Ten years about you dropped about $25. I swear they are out to get me...), they are a pain in the ass to get cleaned up and trimmed to the right fit, and I paint like a diseased ass monkey. But I love to play the game and I am getting better and better the more I play and the more I build and paint. There is a real sense of growth in this for me. (Except for my wallet, that poor thing has experienced a shriveling.)