Commissar - more details painted.

Wet weather, cold and flu, real life chores, epic mountain bike rides and the resulting exhaustion... All these can wear out even the most loyal servant of the Imperium but they can never crush his spirit. That spirit which yearns for the paintbrush for it knows that only with sheer style and impecable dress uniforms can the Imperium of man endure against the horrors of this galaxy. And even as I type these lines, somewhere in the depths of an imperial fortress, a commissar is preparing to strike fear into the hearts of the enemy. None shall withstand the style and splendour of his uniform. For the Emperor!