Epic post

Space Marine was my first exposure to GW in the early '90s. Now Legions Imperialis tries to take up the mantle. I had some Dark Angels, but ultimately ended up seduced by Imperial Guard. Titan Legions was nice to me as well. And I had a copy of Space Marine Battles, the WD compendium- I spent hours poring over that. I sold all my stuff to someone in Perth, I think, about 20 years ago. I don't regret selling them, but I do wish I'd taken more and better pictures. These following tiny pictures are only a part of what I had- if only you could see my dozen nicely painted Titans- Warlords and Reavers and Warhounds, oh my. I wonder what battles they had after they left my command...

The Imperator was the crown jewel of my collection. Hand painted banners and an extra large purity seal.(I've shown her off before but wanted to again.) 

Imperator

Back then, I didn't have the painting stamina I later developed, so not everything is completed. You can see I was influenced by the 'red phase' of 'Eavy Metal. Everything had to be visibly colour coded for organisation. Love me some Goblin Green bases. Man, I have the nostalgia for those Rhinos (and the Land Raiders, sadly no photos...)

Somewhere, I lost the turret to the magnificent Capitol Imperialis. Another hand-painted flag based on classic Rogue Trader art.

Capitol Imperialis

Chimeras

Hydras

Imperial Guard Company

Imperial Guard with Inquisitor and Commissar

Ravenwing

Dark Angel Razorbacks

Imperial Guard Vindicators

Imperial Guard Predators

OG Thunderhawk- the flying refrigerator! Dressed up as a Hind.

I have never had any passion for knights.

Knights Errant

Knights Lancer

Knights Paladin

HP Lovecraft

In the eldritch confines of my study, I unearthed a diminutive relic of unspeakable provenance—an accursed miniature that defied the feeble constraints of mortal comprehension. The blasphemous sculpt depicted an otherworldly figure, a ghastly visage that whispered of realms beyond the ken of human perception. In the sickly luminescence of my dimly lit chamber, the colors upon my palette seemed to shift and writhe, revealing cyclopean landscapes and nameless horrors. The twisted sculptor, a shadowy adept in the forbidden arts, had rendered the accursed author with a fiendish precision that echoed the cosmic malevolence of the Great Old Ones. As I gazed upon the diabolical creation, a palpable chill gripped my very soul, and I could discern the spectral murmurs of eldritch entities weaving their inscrutable tales within this infernal masterpiece. The mere act of contemplating the arcane artefact threatened to plunge my psyche into the abyssal depths of cosmic horror, leaving me teetering on the brink of sanity.

I tried out ChatGPT for the above paragraph- horrifyingly good.

Here's a fun figure from Impact! Miniatures. I originally got him as a Blood Bowl coach. They've captured his eldritch chin.

HPL and his friend LP Hovercraft

"I am Providence."

Howard Philips Lovecraft age 43 (1934)