This is going to make you hate my wife
You all remember my big-ass 3D game-board that I made by using resin bricks cast from German-bade tile moulds?





Due to someone's carelessness, that board is now gone. Destroyed by a belt-sander. My belt-sander, in fact. Wielded...by me!
You see, when those damdest bastards at Zealot Miniatures made their doors (making us all happy), I had to use them. Not because they were better than my AHQ doors, but because they were more correct. This led me to want to fix my big board (which was actually half-assed together) so that the tiles were all level (I know, they should have been already). I bought the wrong weight paper, and after testing on a spot I failed to notice that the details left intact after being sanded over were merely the thickest agents of the black-wash pressing into the faintest trace of the routes of detail. So I had a nice, clean, even board. Sanded-bottom doors sat on it perfectly (and are the exact width of the tiles). So what, then? Why should you hate this:

You should hate her, because she started painting it again, almost without reservation, and it now looks like this:



Maybe its actually me you should be hating.





Due to someone's carelessness, that board is now gone. Destroyed by a belt-sander. My belt-sander, in fact. Wielded...by me!
You see, when those damdest bastards at Zealot Miniatures made their doors (making us all happy), I had to use them. Not because they were better than my AHQ doors, but because they were more correct. This led me to want to fix my big board (which was actually half-assed together) so that the tiles were all level (I know, they should have been already). I bought the wrong weight paper, and after testing on a spot I failed to notice that the details left intact after being sanded over were merely the thickest agents of the black-wash pressing into the faintest trace of the routes of detail. So I had a nice, clean, even board. Sanded-bottom doors sat on it perfectly (and are the exact width of the tiles). So what, then? Why should you hate this:

You should hate her, because she started painting it again, almost without reservation, and it now looks like this:



Maybe its actually me you should be hating.