The sound of the rain beats heavily on my window pane. The wind howls and the rumbling of my furnace kicks in.
The painting gods are saying "stay in Brian...your minis need you". Damn painting gods and their thrice cursed foretelling of winter...
(Translation: It was a cold and damp weekend and that means it was a perfect time to get some painting done.)
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