Can you tell I love this figure?
As I’ve discussed before, I’ve yet to be completely satisfied with a Batman action figure. I may never be. But that didn’t stop me from trying to make one.
I bought the Toys R’ Us exclusive Batman and Robin set months ago. I liked the figure’s more slender build and the color scheme (dark gray with black highlights), as well as his hands, which could hold a batarang quite easily. But the figure had a few things I didn’t like: a cloth cape, a lack of a ball-jointed head, and no hinged hips or thigh swivels.
Just wanted to highlight this photo I took, which I’m pretty pleased with (though I may re-stage it, with darker lighting and maybe some background to give it a context).
I remember Deathstroke’s solo title came out around 1991 when I was obsessed with Terminator 2. DC made sure to push that “Deathstroke the Terminator” nickname back then, which was fair, since ol’ Slade Wilson predated the first Terminator film by a few years. I never picked up the comic, but I remember thinking Deathstroke looked pretty badass with all those guns and swords. For the record, in a straight fight i’d have to say Deathstroke would demolish a Terminator (except maybe the T-1000).
“Hey! Stop it! I’m not who you think I am! Come on guys. Ouch! That hurts! Will you just listen to me? Oh–look! Someone has a camera! Hi mom!”
All apologies for the lack of updates, but I have a good excuse–work has been very busy since I got back from Los Angeles last week. I’ve got some stuff on deck, though.
In the meantime, please to enjoy this photo. The caption, by the way, is courtesy of “Icarus” on the FANtastic Exclusive forums.
I knew him, Donnie; a fellow of infinite death, of most excellent prophecy; he hath warned me of the end of the world a thousand times; and now, how creepy in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here is that eye that I have shot out in the future. Where be your Sparkle Motion now? Your threats, your cryptic stares, your disturbing appearances in the bathroom mirror? Not one to mock your own reflections? Quite hallucinatory?
Now get you to Roberta Sparrow’s driveway, and know this: though you cheat jet engines in the tangent universe, to this favor you must come.