hiatus.

lack of posts can be attributed to me watching way too much world cup.

...i haven't been murdered.

red card on you. for being a dick.

sweet photo from stefan

roll call.

2010 3AA pack WWRp nom de plume and the dirty deeds 12

this is just epic.

noir de plume was the leader of the dirty deeds crew...

so maybe this was taken on the day that nom joined up?

more likely it's just laundry day.

let's all thank mr. cris rose for the incredible picture.

edit: check the comments for nom schooling

don't eat things you find in the forest.

what the hell are you doing here reading this? do you realize that there are world cup games on? you do? alright cool, 2 minutes here and then you go watch, deal?

got a glimpse of an in progress figure from paul kaiju. (working in collab with monstrehero cliff) some wicked little woodland monsters. boxer fungus and three creepy trees. they're looking pretty slick in their naked form. can't wait to see them taken to the psychedelic level with one of paul's colorful paintjobs.

this is what mario really looks like on shrooms.

give this man a wrench and watch him smash turtles...

aww, he named one after me.

the overload looking dude is pollen kaiser.

needs more spikes on that helmet.

shark shark attack.

well that's the end of jaws. he was either attacked by another shark man, or fell into an industrial garbage disposal, or was ambushed by a band of chipmunks with katanas, or doesn't know how to use nail clippers, or fell in love with a weed whip, or swam less than 30 minutes after eating, or... i could do this all day.

motorbot has put the finishing touches on his custom coarsetoys pain jaws and it's ridiculous. he tore this guy to shreds; buckets of blood, teeth marks, eye gouge, bruises, shredded skin, exposed bones. i don't think this was a fair fight. he's truly in pain now, although the glare stays stoic.

he's all out of hello kitty band-aids...

i think i know who the culprit is...

large and in charge.

locked and loaded.

oh shit.

see you in beijing.

the big red machine.

had to give you an update from crestone's earlier prototype. big red is all painted up and looking anxious for a firefight. who wants their face blasted? with his choice of weaponry, he's almost like a robot deadpool.

pretty sure if you scan that barcode on his crotch

it'll ring up "balls of steel, $39.99"

how 'bout suck on this?...

...oh that's much better.

he's got a way with words.

to play or not to play.

there are two types of collectors. two groups of people, separated by an ocean of ideals. one that few ever have the strength or the care to cross. those who play with their toys, and those who don't. there are warriors among both sides determined to sway their disillusioned brothers. "surely you can't be thinking of opening that vinyl-caped jawa. it's moc!" vs. "what good is an ewok village if you can't bash shit with the wrecking boulder?" this is exactly the reason for a lot of brother on brother violence.

i'm not here to judge... actually that's bullshit. i'm completely here to judge.

my line is drawn in the sand; the card sharks are wrong. toys fucking rule, and

not because they look nice on a pegboard. some of the greatest moments of my childhood involved a pile of g.i. joes and a mound of dirt. i could spend hours building forts with booby traps and hidden defenses. because the joy is in the story, not in how sharp the corners of the box are.

these faded shots are pure happiness.

look at the dedication... the jabba playset has evil dungeon lighting.

this is likely a seven-year-old. worried about atmospheric lighting...

you think the kid staring at a pristine cardboard box thinks about that shit?

look at all these awesome toys that you aren't allowed to touch.

now look at these...

tell me they don't get you excited to go bust out some action figures.

...this is how the creators start creating.

do you think george lucas kept his toys in the box?

this is all relevant, promise. there's a big decision fast approaching and some of you will get smacked in the face by it. nom de plume is soon to invade the wwrp world... and he comes in a insane blister pack. retrolicious and impossible to open without some cardboard casualty. so what do you do? if you have to think about it don't answer. you're just wrong. rip that fucker open the second he lands on your doorstep.

rock.

and just because i'm advocating unleashing this beast from his plastic prison, doesn't mean that i can't also be completely enthralled with the packaging.

look at it. simply perfect.

smell the retro love.

smells like christmas morning all over again.

1/12 scale means the mini de plumes are 6" tall...

do you realize how big that blister card is?

are you sure? look again.

...it's fucking gigantic.

pinky here is just a test dummy. just the most badass test dummy ever. and if for some reason you thought star wars figures were also 1/12 scale... this is what a hardcore stormie looks like next to noir.

so if you're lucky enough to have wwrp plumage headed your way, you know what to do. don't be a pussy. give the little dude some air.

pic of the badass jabba setup from zebra3x

pic of the the lucky little girl from aimeedars

pic of the x-wing from muteboy

pics of the mint in box collection from diefladercolb

pics of outdoor setups from originalpozer

pics of wwrp de plumes from the 3A production blog

the master blaster.

despite the wwrp line being out for a while now, we've not seen a crazy amount of customs. i suppose that's a credit to the incredible paint apps straight from the hatchery. people aren't too anxious to mess with perfection. then there are the brave, like crestone. who outfitted this bertie with some insane upgrades. one thing bertie will never be criticized for is lack of firepower. but that doesn't mean you can't have more of a great thing...

lucky bastard and little shit [great names by the way]

...the ladies call me thor.

i'm guessing little shit doesn't do a lot of typical square disarming.

seems more like the "grinding ash into your open wounds" type...

say hello to my little friend... and my other little friend.

and also my big friend.

crestone has also got this guy in the works... damn.

i believe the word i'm looking for is godlike.

a better look at the unpainted duo.

i'm also pretty sure i don't have to tell you to not make fun of the little legs...

the construction and intricacy of these is damned impressive. you'd think he had a tiny cnc machine sitting on his workbench. you will be watched closely sir. this is the kind of work that tends to get you noticed.