My Brother-In-Law Used to Own A Comic Book Store

Here are some Christmas treats from my brother-in-law's wonderful collection/old stock:

Beautiful, beautiful Grenadier boxes!

At this point the memory card in my wife's camera was full.   It was a dilemma - do I go back and erase some of the big batch of Christmas family photos she took to make room for some more pics of lead, especially 'cause I was just getting to the Grenadier gloryload or... not do that?   A couple of moments of some pretty hardcore soul-searching and a rather impressive bit of inner ethical debate raged on... but of course, I took no further pictures. 

Merry Christmas from The Privates Eternal

Happy Holidays.

It Still is October, isn't it?

Time.

"Time", thinks Gorksgottahavit,

"It makes you think."

Yes, Gorksgottahavit is a thinker.  A scholar!  Yes, he is a Weird Boy.  And the fact that he likes to think alone makes him a private Wierd Boy.   Unfortunately, all this thinking made Gorksgottahavit very dusty.   Oi. Dust!  How Gorksgottahavit hates dust.  And it's on his boyz too.  But surely it wasn't always this way?  There must of been a time when Orcs were free of dust?  Or could it be that Orcs were born of dust? 

  "Oi, it makes ya think!"

And then Gorksgottahavit remembers a story about some Humie Book...a Humie book reported to tell of the beginnings of all things Orc...a Humie book by Humies calling themselves Saxons or something...

  "Be A Wolf...Bay of Wolves...Baywatch...That's it!!  I know what I gotta do..."

So Gorksgottahavit gathered an army.
 

And set off to find that book.

Until...

     "Oi!  Saxons!  Give us your books!!!"

    "Excuse me, but we are definitely not Saxons!"

     "Oi, Gorksgottahavit sir, let's leave'em alone - their eyes are freaking me out!"


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Was too contagious and delirious for Sunday Warhammer tonight.  

Played with my camera instead and took a couple of photos.  Hope you enjoy.