Welcome, dear reader, to the blog Refraint of Sanity.

As the name clearly states, things might get a bit wierd here once in a while, but fear not! For I always manage to get back on track, one day or another. Take some time here, look around. I'm sure you'll be able to find a model or two you like, and, who knows, maybe even a guide or two might sneak in here!

I hope you'll have a great time here, and if you do, don't forget to subscribe! This blog is up and coming, and soon, hopefully, it'll be filled with all kinds of goodness.

torsdag 22 juli 2010

Befuddle the cake and crush with no remorse!

Hello everyone,

long time since my last update. Semester and work has been taking it's toll on the hobby and not much time have been available. But, I'm now back in the saddle! And with the pay from my work, I'll be able to afford all the things I need to finish this!

As you might notice, the blog has gotten a facelift in the form of a new banner. It's a joint creation by me and my girlfriend. I think it works quite nicely with my armies theme, and if you look carefully, you might see some minor info ^^

On other news, I recently read a great article on basing over at Massive Voodoo and got quite inspired. From this inspiration I've determined to try some new methods, the first in the front of basing. I used an old base that I thought looked a bit to odd to be of use, and then started fixing with it. I altered the technique used in the article slightly, and have altered it more since. I'm quite proud of it, actually. The thing I do NOT like is the failed scribblings I made on the skulls. They are supposed to be Ork made (another hint towards the theme of the army) but just ended up being bad. I will practice a bit on this, and should have tried some shapes and such on a piece of paper before going at the model. Well, you live and you learn. It was just a test base anyways ;)

Here it is:

lördag 26 juni 2010

Has thou eaten?

Hello everyone ^^

After recently commenting (although not all to graciously, at all) on a few models the 'Eavy Metal team had painted for the Ultrmarines movie, I noticed that i got quite a bit of angry feedback at my comment. I do agree that I didn't present my oppinions far to graciously, and that the fact that I for one don't think all the painters in the 'Eavy Metal team are as good as they are presented might have had some effect. Anyways, I didn't formulate myself vary graciously, at all. To be fair I more or less listed the mistakes I saw on the models.

tisdag 8 juni 2010


Hello biscuit ^^

I've finished a new model this week, it's more or less my final test, actually, were I brought together some of the things I've learnt during this whole progress ^^
Only thing left that needs some work is really the recipe on the hat, but some tests will be made on that, so in short order I think I'll have something ready for that to :)

'Til next time!

Cheers ^^

Gloria Imperator.

måndag 7 juni 2010

What, chair, frog-nose and Portugal?

”It seems as the heretics have arrived, Alesandrovitj”.
Alesandrovitj barely reacted at the sound of of father Nikolaus familiar voice as he walked up to his right side. On his other side father Petrus stepped up, his eyes glaring at the green glowing clouds on the far horizon. “This planet will be lost to the forces of Chaos if we cannot destroy the artifact soon”. Alesandrovitj stared down over the field of battle, his bionic eye focusing in on the arriving heretics. He counted two armored transports and one of their cursed possessed monstrosities of metal, a small pursuing force, as far as he could tell. He would have to strike fast, before more reinforcements would arrive. He was not sure if the rift was still open, he had only seen it for some mere minutes, but what had spewed out of it in that short amount of time was many times the size of this small patrol. If it would open again, his chances of victory would be all but diminished.  Panning out with his implant, he was just about to turn around towards his personal Chimera when a fly landed on his cane. He watched it for a moment or two, pondering how this bloated animal could survive in the atmosphere of this planet. And then he saw it, on the back of the fly was the familiar mark he had seen a few years back. It could not be mistaken; those three rings could mean only one thing. He heard how a great buzzing was slowly building up. Looking above him, he saw how the sky was getting darker. Mere moments later, the air was filled with the sound and noise of countless millions of flies.