Ovus The Peon
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So, I recently purchased Vallejo\'s Game Colors line and today I cracked open the Brassy Brass to touch up some Kobold swords. After all, what Kobold can afford a polished gold hilt on his sword? Or even a Glorious Gold hilt? No Kobold I\'m painting, that\'s for sure.
I tipped the bottle up, squeezed lightly, but no paint. Now, I know there\'s paint in there, cause I can here it sloshing around when I shake.
Probably, some of you have already figured out how this ends stupidly.
So, I ask you, if you squeeze a little and nothing comes out....and your a seasoned weightlifter, mind you...then what are you to do? That\'s right. Squeeze harder. You can lift a York Blob 2\" off the ground, by golly, and no little bottle of paint is going to whip you.
So the dropper tip of the vallejo paint bottle rocketed off the bottle, NASA-like, towards the ceiling. Leaving a contrail of brassy brass in its wake, which slopped in the the popcorn, vaulted ceiling and made high velocity spatter marks all over the walls.
The dropper tip ricocheted to...well, God nows where it rococheted to. I havn\'t found it yet, and He\'s not talking. In point of fact, the dropper could be embedded in the ceiling still. There\'s a big splotch of brassy brass emblazoned on my vaulted, popcorn ceiling and apparently high velocity vallejo spatter dries on contact, because no amount of scrubbing seems to remove it from the wall.
So the whole thing looks like some sort of Brass Golem murder scene. Permanently.
And in the end, a large dollop of paint descended down smack onto my palette. \"Now I\'ve got it!\" I yelled, dipped my brush in, and put paint to mini. As I write this, I can see I\'ve stepped in some and tracked it around...you know, getting down to Brass Tracks.
So it looks like I\'ll be doing some less creative painting later tonight. And possibly some stripping and waxing (of the floor).
I tipped the bottle up, squeezed lightly, but no paint. Now, I know there\'s paint in there, cause I can here it sloshing around when I shake.
Probably, some of you have already figured out how this ends stupidly.
So, I ask you, if you squeeze a little and nothing comes out....and your a seasoned weightlifter, mind you...then what are you to do? That\'s right. Squeeze harder. You can lift a York Blob 2\" off the ground, by golly, and no little bottle of paint is going to whip you.
So the dropper tip of the vallejo paint bottle rocketed off the bottle, NASA-like, towards the ceiling. Leaving a contrail of brassy brass in its wake, which slopped in the the popcorn, vaulted ceiling and made high velocity spatter marks all over the walls.
The dropper tip ricocheted to...well, God nows where it rococheted to. I havn\'t found it yet, and He\'s not talking. In point of fact, the dropper could be embedded in the ceiling still. There\'s a big splotch of brassy brass emblazoned on my vaulted, popcorn ceiling and apparently high velocity vallejo spatter dries on contact, because no amount of scrubbing seems to remove it from the wall.
So the whole thing looks like some sort of Brass Golem murder scene. Permanently.
And in the end, a large dollop of paint descended down smack onto my palette. \"Now I\'ve got it!\" I yelled, dipped my brush in, and put paint to mini. As I write this, I can see I\'ve stepped in some and tracked it around...you know, getting down to Brass Tracks.
So it looks like I\'ll be doing some less creative painting later tonight. And possibly some stripping and waxing (of the floor).