through a lens.

it's time for some legion love. look at these fucking incredible pics... of toys. hard to remember that sometimes. i'm gonna caption the hell out of them, hope that doesn't ruin it for you. actually i don't care. just read on, bask in the skills of all the new blood.

badass tk by knives.

he told me to shave my goatee.

so i shaved off his legs.

say it again stumps.

little shadow by fengschwing

ain't no party like a cockpunch party cause the cockpunch party don't stop.

bleak mission by grish.

what the... was that you custard?

you're a smelly bitch, you know that?

i'm gonna get you another eyepatch for your butthole.

nom commander by thebyson.

a hose for beer, and a hose for whiskey...

one more for nacho cheese and my tailgate helmet will be complete.

i will rule the black hole with a fist full of chips. go raiders!

bleak & custard by expathos.

And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance

with what we think your dying wishes might well have been,

we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean,

which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.

jc by expathos.

who took down my tire swing?

someone's getting a judo chop to the neck.

adventure kartel by tigerfeet.

they waited patiently in the dark, biding their time for the perfect moment.

the zombs were coming...

this was gonna be the best surprise birthday party ever.

bleak made cupcakes!

de plume & bertie mk3 by knives.

robbery? hell no, we just want some chalupas.

...don't forget the fire sauce. big guy here likes the heat.

deimos unit by expathos.

damn it steve. hall's burning oil again.

the tea party's gonna see us coming a mile away.

down boy.

i'd like to live in a world where penguins have dogs; especially mega-huge mechahunds. the brilliant thing about k-9s is their desire to please. now imagine that desire with the strength of an abrams tank and a 50 cal machine gun. suddenly everyone around you becomes obedient.

makadi3000 has, of course, done it again. eagle eye is a killer sidekick to iron penguin. although, i can't quite wrap my head around his bulk through the interwebs. iron penguin is 12" tall... and eagle eye's in a bit of a squat... sooooo, he's like a steel watermelon. maybe one of those square japanese ones. astute eyes will see that he's built on the body of a wwr bramble. but then you will also see that he no longer looks anything like his body donor. this is one sick puppy.

little known fact: eagle eye was born when shaq got food drunk

at an old country buffet and ended up making love to his F650

now you can see why he calls him a dog.

just don't let mega-snoopy drop a deuce in your yard.

crotch cannon!

red! 24 sweep hotdog on 2! hut hut, you're fucked.

children please avert your eyes from the scorched butthole

if you light a match, the entire internet could go up in flames.

martian booty.

...I like big bots and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a Drop walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a pistol in your face
You get shot, like a punk ass grunt
'Cause this you know this ain't no front
Blood on the clothes you're wearin'
You're hooked and you can't stop starin'
Oh Bertie, I wanna ride with ya
And meet your sister
My Legion tried to warn me
But those skinny little legs make me so horny
Ooh, a damn Large Martin
You say you wanna shell the reds?
Well torch 'em, burn 'em
Cause they ain't the average martians
I've seen Squares dancin'
And Armstrongs advancin'
Ready, to raid
Wastin' terrans like a Peace Day parade
I'm tired of M.O.D.
Saying hack bots are the thing
Ask Rothchild in his lunar seat
They gotta pack much heat
So, Legion (Yeah!) Legion (Yeah!)
Has your Bramble got the gat? (Hell Yeah!)
Tell 'em to pop it! (Pop it!) Pop it! (Pop it!)
Fill 'em full of lead!
3A got bots!

sir bramblelot image constructed by me from these. bramble. blaster. turntable.

dark days and brilliant nights.

dump the pitchers of beer. put down your jager bombs. pour out the 40 for a fallen homie...

ashley wood - "NW/DW are the fine wine of 3A..."

let's class this joint up. put a little nightwatch and daywatch on the table. the oft misunderstood warriors aren't just generic bots...

ashley wood - "NW and DW do exude a classy more elitist feel, and that's what they are supposed to do, presidential guard, parades, etc, they don't see action on dirty battlegrounds."

photo from ail.

the clouds began to part, but 86 new there would still be rain...

shot by cris rose.

separated from his detachment, his deep six programming

ensured this snow would soon blossom with red.

from the killer collection of tigerfeet.

private school bots always know how to party.

i must say, their effect does multiply quite substantially once they have serious numbers. tigerfeet's collection completely stopped me in my tracks. for any of you on the fence about the glossy sheen of the nw/dw crew, give it a minute, like all of 3A these guys will have you by the throat before you know what hit you.

rothchild has begun.

even war bot barons have to start somewhere, and i'm guessing that somewhere

is a garage. rustedhalo has created a 1:1 bramble from cardboard. this is man-sized people! UD018 stands on his own and has pretty slick mobility for something that used to hold wrapping paper. what an awesome undertaking. weapons are still to come. i'm in awe. amazing work, especially with those hands... incredible.

you deserve a medal.

[stand is just for safety]

is bramble gonna have to choke a bitch?

what restraint...

everyone else that poses articulated hands

immediately goes for the middle finger.

...classy choice with the "taint tickle"

even ponda baba's robot arm got chippity chopped.

please tell me there's giant pringles under there...

the soup is sentient.

1000 years after the rise and fall of the zombie apocalypse/empire,

the robots will win. and when they've raped the earth of all its raw ore, scrap metal will become the most valuable substance on the planet. dumps and junkyards turned into the palaces of entrepreneurial warlords. and those warlords will need warriors, lest they have nothing to lord over.

which leads me to sentient soup cans. a deutsche 3A legionnaire, muffinman released his custom bramble earlier this week and blew everyone's socks off. he's an inch or so taller than your standard issue [to gain truer can proportions]. a beautifully raw paintjob over perfect decals and a few choice tweaks make a potentially fringe concept absolutely spot on.

what's the soup du jour?

it's napalm.

mmm. that sounds good. i'll have that.

sorry, it's actually goulash...

flammable goulash though right?

of course.

contents under pressure might just kick your ass.

only the hardcore get their head tattooed with crossbones.

[silverware counts as bones when you're made of metal]

french cuffed.

if you haven't noticed. i don't like capitalization. but today, for BFLV,

i'll bend the rules. the french collector x photographer has a pretty slick site to showcase his gorgeous photos. he's also got a drool worthy collection. and since he's taken an interest in 3A, i've taken an interest in him.

oooooohhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeaaaahhhh!

gebi's like the kool-aid man.

except instead of kool-aid, it's blood.

sandy blood.

god should really consider a redesign. his shit's getting stale.

dump the robes and model his sniper angels after the oyabuns...

level up on this bitch.

children of the candy corn.

springtime in monsterland...

where rangeas sniff wildflowers and shit marzipan.

the midget / star wars convention was going gangbusters...

until harold wandered in and instantly cockblocked an entire room.

words, words, words.

fuck it. just look at the sweet picture.

a wall of kaws and at least 23 flavors of rangeas? damn dude.

save some for the rest of us. i kid, i kid.

it's gonna be a massacre.

friday is fast approaching and bambaland is getting more insane by the minute. an entire battalion of wwrp large martins are set to be deployed. because of the crazy number of packs that will be available, i decided to give you a visual breakdown so your heads don't explode. it's simple, kinda.

for $130 you can pick yourself up a trio of 1/12 wonders. each of the three packs consist of a large martin, a damn large martin [two guns] and an rpg bramble [fucking rocket launcher!]

never content to rest, ash has added several new paint styles to the growing list: dam buster, phobos, norge, pink dazzle, mod chip [pirate] and grave digger [special ops].

as always, click on any image to make it big.

blank figures are placeholders until we see the real deal.

but that's not all! for a limited time, you can pick yourself up a 3x3 pack consisting of everything you see above for $350. that's everything in pack 1, everything in pack 2 and everything in pack 3... lucky purchasers of the mega set will receive... for free, i repeat for free, a wwrp blanc de plume! that's three large martins, three damn large martins, three rpg brambles, one of which in sexy pink dazzle AND a free blanc de plume. that's at least 13 guns a blazing! fingers on your paypal buttons, quantities are limited. operators are not standing by.

1/6 blanc de plume shot from cris rose

free. like a bullet in the head.

and that's. not. all. i don't know how they keep doing it, but my jaw is on the floor. there are also two more ridiculously awesome squadron packs. all the troops in matching colors ready for some serious shit. no word on price yet, but with random drops and no word on quantities, you'll be lucky to see these teams sitting in your cart. [they will go fast]

frosty choad corp

both martin flavors, rpg bramble, square, bertie with shotgun...

and ice in their hydraulic veins.

the big reds

single and double barrel martin, rpg bramble, square, and sabre bertie [sword?] with a healthy dose of communism for good measure.

and the one other tease we've seen is a retail only colorway. auspublic region def. i'm sure he won't be alone. for reference, all the larges in the above packs will not be available anywhere else.

so if you've had your fancy tickled, you know where to find them.

if you're lucky enough to be 3AA, there will also be a nightwatch/daywatch/diy large martin pack.

for the record. i created all the compilation images above using bits and pieces from the official blog. so for the 100% real word, go there.

legion attack!

it's been a little while since the last collection of 3a awesomenicity. and it's friday. so this is what you get... more awesomenicity.
see, i used it twice.

iconic. from g0rd

mount rushmore + death.

incredible photoshop action from zzzzz's archive

it was a dark night. the thin metallic tang of blood was in the air...

and their taco bell was getting cold back at base.

it would be a short fight.

snowball fight from dangercorpse

you cut through my lawn one more time

and i'll wrap those handlebars around your neck.

a minty fresh one from zzzzz

they fled to the sewers for protection.

and to look up a few skirts.

nael. rocks.

♪ intestines are the bestest ♪

ooh! i think that was a peanut.

part of an awesome series from nael called a day with bertie

come on dad! build me a jump for my bike!

why don't you go ride on the train tracks for a bit...

ditto

i can't believe you forgot the milk.

here. eat your damn bacon.

and nael again. seriously, he's good.

nobody said jesus wouldn't come back as a robot...

we all knew he'd have guns though.

world collider from smokebelch

i've got a couple of restraining bolts right here, you fuzzy little shit.

great shot from ronlu.

crap, she's coming. you can do this.

pretend you're cleaning your gun and then just ask her out.

ahhhhh.... fuck it. i'm gonna go play modern warfare.

tag team. photo by smokebelch. photoshop by zzzzz

you ride bitch this time luke...

incredible custom de plume by lord korvo

god i love trampolines.

as always. go to flickr for more bot action.

or come hang out with us on the boards.