Throughout every day of your life, a man has been standing behind you. His arm hovers over your shoulder. He presses a blade against your throat.
When as a newborn baby you were cradled in your mother's arms, he was there, holding the blade onto your chubby little neck.
When you first touched the one you love, he was there with you, the metal touching your naked skin with the tenderest of intimacy.
At the hour of your greatest triumph, he was there. At your lowest moment, he was there.
He is there now, waiting, arm held still, cold steel resting on your throat. Call him your friend. Call him your deadly enemy. He does not care. Cajole him. Joke with him. Scream at him. He does not care. And one day, he will pull the blade across your neck.
With an hour to spare, my Deadcember contribution. Rab over at the Geekly Digest instituted Deadcember as a celebration of the undead, and although I've watched with interest I had little motivation to take part. Undead are useful for scenarios, but skellies and the like are not something that I have much interest in painting unless I need some for a specific game. But then while doing some lead archaeology a couple of days ago I found the perfect combination of minis and decided I just had to paint them up. A dying warrior from Prince August; a Citadel C18 Night Horror Wraith with Scythe; a Citadel DS3 graveyard tombstone; and a Grenadier boatman over the River Styx - combined to tell the story of the final journey we must all undertake. And presented here for your edification at the death of one year and the birth of another...