Give it up, Bud
When envisioning the Secret Sentai, I wanted him to be like a battered action figure. One that had had a lot of adventures, been buried, dug up, then chewed by the dog, but ultimately will not quit, ever.
When envisioning the Secret Sentai, I wanted him to be like a battered action figure. One that had had a lot of adventures, been buried, dug up, then chewed by the dog, but ultimately will not quit, ever.
…tossed aside by the dog, then burnt to a crisp by an arsenal of illegal fireworks…
I can’t have been the only one, right?
When I was a kid, we’d hold a match up to one of those little plastic army men and yell, “Oh, no, they’ve got a flame thrower!” as the poor guy melted.
That’s gold.
I staged a munitions test once on one of my Silverhawks. I had a clever little fireworks tank, which after the fuse was lit, would roll forward on little wheels and then unleash a bunch of fire from the front barrel.
It succeeded *beyond my wildest dreams*. It rolled up literally an inch away from the figure and then unloaded an absolute fusillade. When it ended, the Silverhawk was literally on his back, burned to a crisp and still on fire.
It’s probably a good thing that I never became a military contractor.
All I ever did was put my Star Wars figures in cups of water and freeze them, because I had just seen Empire Strikes Back. Though, I did accidentally cut off Lando Calrissian’s hand while chipping away the ice with a butter knife. Found it in the garden a few weeks later, so I was able to make Lando whole again. So I guess my story has wound its way back to Unimpressive territory. Alas.
Well, in fairness to you, you can’t get much more “Star Wars” than “violently-amputated hands”.
And *then* reattached with a cybernetic replacement. That’s just mind-blowingly meta.
Am I the only who hears the familiar strains of the initial fanfare for “Also sprach Zarathustra” starting to play in that final panel?
Well, almost. It’s more Ride of the Valkyries to me. But then I’ve been spoiled by Rescue on Fractalus.
I was thinking “Popeye The Sailor Man”, in honor of this long-lost Dr. McNinja strip:
http://drmcninja.com/archives/comic/26p39/
DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!!!!!!
That’s what I heard!
With a belt buckle that large he must be Texan
“Bits and Bobs.” Briefly considered as the name for Cilla Black’s backing band.
Billie connected the dots! The comedy of errors is now over.
Comedy of errors…over? You must be unfamiliar with Mr. Allison’s work…
I was going to say.
Finally Billie has seen the dark!
Ugh finally!
These figurine stories are Gold. I think someone else said that already. But they are.
Glad that the terrible pyromaniac tendencies of my youth have been of service.
After today’s newsletter featuring the Hertfordshire Baby Bels, I had to look up a video of the “Hert” accent. Imagine my surprise when I later saw today’s XKCD: https://xkcd.com/2372/
I admit I was stunned. I always thought growing BabyBels required high-altitude cultivation, like in the alps.
They did, back in the 80s, but modern cultivars can be grown in a wide variety of climates.
We had a Britain’s toy “bushwacker” figure that got washed out to sea (well, Belfast Lough at least) and who re-appeared on the beach months later sans most of his paint to stand proudly along side the pristine replacement we bought in the meantime.
You could tell from looking at him that he’d seen things out there…
“Yes, krakens are real. No, I don’t want to talk about it.”
This is the perfect story.
Time to buckle down
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