Hmm, to blog about, what?
*Dealing with real estate agents?
Which is basically like Double Dragon. In so much as it's a team up - "us against the world!". Until the last level, in which you have to effectively smash each other into bloody oblivion to achieve the common goal.
I Want A Decent House Price VS I Live On Commission Based Income.
But, hey, we won so everybody's happy.
*Having an intact spine?
And no funerals to attend. In so much as I was in a near-fatal car crash - "weee! screech! roll, roll, roll!" Workmate and his girlfriend thrown 30m from the vehicle (bag o' broken bones, they), and me still inside, doing things like, aw y'know, getting the driver not to die, holding his head shut and neck still 'til the medical-types can staple that shit up and rush him to surgery.
Reminding him to breathe, etc...
Boooring.
Though I will admit I'm pretty happy to have walked away from it with only (lots) of soft tissue damage and copious amounts of someone else's blood on my Sonic Unleashed t-shirt. (Don't worry it washed out fine).
Apparently you get a day off work for that too. So wear your seat belts, kids.
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Let's just skip to the interesting bits.
Like I want sunglasses.
Cheap sunglasses... today.
While I never achieved that goal, because I couldn't find a pair at cost which didn't make me look like a certifiable retard, I did achieve - CRAPPY TOYS!
Prior to picking on the prize, let's just ruminate on some of that dangerous goodness I shot with the phone in-store.
Yes. Yes that is the villainous Shredder, or at least his bootleg counterpart, telling us to "DEFEND THE PEACE OF THE WORLD!" I suppose the no-prize solution would be to view it as a challenging threat. Or a request to hold the 'peace' just until he gets his Technodrome running again.
Perhaps they should have named this toy, "Rape Of English", because apparently no one minds. It's much more important for our youth to have firearms ability than grammar skills anyway, right?
Besides this is the "best weapon gift for the children", it says right there.
Above the part where it says, "enjoy something something your parents", obscured by handcuffs.
Bravo.
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| ... rhymes with Nerf ... |
What says SMURFS DANCE PARTY in 2014? Nothing says Smurf Party like a silver automatic machine-gun with a scope attached.
I can't see the Smurfs as anything but targets in this context. Suspected demographic? = Gargamel.
I'm sure this was totally backed by Peyo.
Anyhow, despite being a busy boy, I've still been 'ccumulating figures on a casual basis. Shingeki No Kyujin & Voltron this... vintage and modern Star Wars that... a week doesn't really get by without a handful of plastic acquisitions. Still, it's feeling a little bulk-back-door-delivery, winding up in the storage room in short order. While my landing gear might be on the tarmac, I still ain't stopped moving on the runway yet (I'm saying I still ½ live outta' boxes). Buying a place should change just that. In the meantime....
... Impromptu cheapo craps!
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| ...um, am i confuse...? |
Warmonster to be precise. Yeah, so it isn't sunglasses and honestly that human guy above isn't material that would make me blink twice. I adamantly despise his face paint applications.
No it took a skull-faced medieval psychopath to make me look closer. He had some alright deal going on with the hollow chest-cavity and torn cape but I was still put off by Joe-Human's seriously crappy paint job and broken/missing armour attachments. So I passed...
... hang on.
Orc-thing!? Preda-thingy!? Swoop!
I thought I'd give 'em a blast, and maybes I'll return for Verde-Skull if it isn't a total loss. High doubts on returning for Joe-Human though, cos this is already stoopin' to another level of crud... even for me.
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| ... color me badd-ly ... |
So he was the cincher, Mr. Orange Orcness here. His boot and armour apps are still utter poo but I'm adorin' on the head sculpt and black print pattern there. Possible the head's just reminding me of DC Comic's 'Demon' with the ears but feels like I seen it before. I'm not sure what to add-up with that bullet-belt Orc is sporting, considering the insert card reads "Ancient Times. Warmonster."
It also says "Great War" beneath that, though it took me two minutes to decipher, being in such a small stupid font it just looks like "Groot Wob".
Back shot just to express the limited deets applied over the sculpt. Chap Mei Toys can completely get away with it. These... ain't Chap Mei however. Note the left leg in that shot is a different hue of orange.
My back up plan right here. I'm not a Plan B type guy, but I figured if it all turned to toxic pear-shaped custard I at least had some melee weapon cannibalizing to show for it.
Holds the weapons spot-on nice too. Which was a surprise. I remember crap-tastik toys like this (and even a few fancy lines) having odd-size accessories and firm-brittle plastic fingers rendering their holding skills useless. These cats sport a little flexibility to the consisitency of their plastic. Works out.
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| "All your yell are belong to us" |
Over to numero dos. I was considering just settling with Orc at the time, until I figured he mite need a sidekick to throw around or at the very least a comparison bro for their primordial gym sessions.
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| Preda-thrust! Ooh yeah! |
Besides this guy couldn't be any more Predator Yautja if he tried. And he is trying, just not by having a better paint-job.
See? Even the spear's crying "I'll get you Danny Glover!" to a degree. Man, I gotta' wonder on the popularity of those hand-shaped back scratcher batons. Plenty of obscure toy lines sporting those.
Essentially I'd forgotten how good it is to have a few throw-about figs at hand. I mean their cheapness is blatant but are they gonna' provide any less fun than the over-priced super hero line-up when it comes to child's play?
Better than telling your kid to keep 'em in the packet for thirty years cos it'll be 'collectable'. Or scolding Little Timmy for playing too rough.
Leave 'em inna sun, chuck 'em inna dirt, take 'em to the beach, they're cheeper than candy. Just... yeah, don't put them in your mouth, huh?
Traces of that silver paint rub off at the slightest brush.
Don't fret, I'll be sure to update within a week if I break out in some heinous skin disorder or have an airway or two close up on me.
"An obsession with life has the potential to be far more catastrophic than any obsession with death."- rihia2k
