Well seeing as how I can’t put a cave painting of how I feel about this special event on the web, I will give you an intro the “hi-tech” way. As some of you may know my name is Stephen Hukish otherwise known as “The Hukish”, masher of rocks and eater of all things meat (and lesser meat substitutes). I have decided that this time out I will partake in the painting and dying. I shall do this with my pointy eared space elves, known to lesser Hukites as “Eldar”.
I have no fears in getting this done as a decent sized Eldar army is roughly about half the size of a Dwarf Army for Warhammer (my current army for said system, of which I painted 32 in a single weekend). All the best to my fellow competitors.
Hukish decide it finally time to break long silence. Hukish no longer listen to mocking Burns and Noyle. Hukish break stupid faces with pitching wedge. Hukish keep Burns nose as amusing hat, make Noyle shoes.
Hukish now feel ready to display glory of army progress. Hukish very proud of little Eldars. Hukish spend many days gluing thousands of tiny atoms to build realistically posed legs. Hukish take pride and care in craftsmanship, not like kids these days.
Hukish give shout out to noble Justin Doyle who still believe in Hukish when others call Hukish scum. Hukish ask only you not bring up troubling memories of mittens. Please not open old wounds, Hukish stain internets with salty tears. Justin! No let oppressive regime of Jay Griffiths keep you down. One day Hukish surprise mask-face-villain with carefully thrown 1987 Buick Skylark. Keep it real, you wind beneath Hukish wings.
