The Collector of Lost Minis

Some call it hoarding, he calls it foresight. His house is half hobby store, half archaeological site — layers of unopened boxes stacked like strata of forgotten ages. Every piece has potential, every sprue a future hero. He promises that “this year” he’ll start painting.

The group’s long stopped teasing him, mostly because he’s their go-to source for discontinued models and emergency bases. History will vindicate him. Maybe.