Nostalgia is funny thing.
Those rose-coloured glasses one uses to look at the past are definitely not a prescription pair. I originally started collecting Warhammer 40,000 back in the final days of Rogue Trader and as a result my formative years were spent painting 2nd Edition lead (and then white metal) miniatures. If asked to name some of my favourite models, I'd probably reel off a list from the early to mid nineties based on hazy memories.
Crisp details, three dimensional poses, clearly defined edges?
Forget it. It's one-piece, hard to paint, arbitrarily define your own details heaven.
It's funny, I don't even have a place in my Guard list for a Ministorum Priest, but when I saw the mini in my bits box - nestled between a metal Daemon Prince with sharp edges that can cause trauma wounds and the sorry half of Ghazghkull Mag Thraka - I knew I had to have a crack.
|Lazy Cadians, always lying down on the job. No wonder they lost their planet.|
Plus, and let's be honest, who doesn't love a psychotic Imperial preacher with a chainsword?
I didn't think so.