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Eco Warriors Flint is sporting a gas mask from Marauders, but he best beware. Some Toxo Vipers vanished down this underground corridor some time ago, and were never heard from again. Yet there's fresh prints in the sludge...
The Toxo Zombie uses a head from the Freddy Kruger reaction figure. I painted it to add some texture and creepy eyes. It's also on the body of my original childhood Toxo Viper.
This Flint is the one I gave a customized backpack with an Airtight gun as a kind of Ghostbusters-like attachment, but I sliced my finger open doing it. Really looked like a crime scene.
GIJoe builds inspired by but not limited to the great builders: MAGNUS-L, ERIK SCHEAL, BRICKELANGELO, ALEX JONES, BRICKSINFANTRY JOE, LAURENCE FILLER, MADlegoMAN, NATE F., CURTIS DUKE, HOBBESTIMUS, ICY CRUEL, BARONSAT, GEEWUNNER, TORADOCK, BRIT, and more
There's nothing Budo likes better than hanging out in the GI Joe garage, tuning up the bikes and blasting a Megadeth tape.
Added colour to the tie and trimmed the tie knot down a tad. Sets off the Arms Dealer's business attire perfectly don't you think? I may paint the eyes or I may not...overall, he looks cool. A more realistic slant on an Armaments Manufacturer...
7 X Transformers Combiner Wars Deception Viper
KID-Y Adder X-Transbots TFcon 2015 Exclusive Chase figure
BMOG Octavirate Toys Kickstarter Exclusive Solarbear
A little setup I did outside yesterday. Got a few cool shots with this Cobra Bunker in the background. It's a very simple playset and actually kind of flimsy, but gives a great effect.
The only bad Idea to venomous maximus is how many bladders and livers he goes through. Being venomous my have its advantages and I use them well, but geez two every month. C'mon maximus atleast
be nice to me! Fucking monster shoulda never created you!
Im liking these set pieces!
I don't like TLG crossbow, so I'm using this instead. I may also change her hair (there's a pony tail now, which I like). I'll figure it out.
This morning I woke up to find the boys trying to capture their neighbor Outback.
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Did this custom desert version of Sci-Fi based on a suggestion from one of my followers on IG. I used the same colors as my custom desert Footloose, but this was trickier because the neon green is tough to cover. The chest plate is also a bit challenging.
WWII in europe seems like a nice theme for a war movie with heroes and villains, but the ones there judge it more like a terror movie.
I never fully warmed up to Mace, possibly because I wasn't a fan of that entire year. But I enjoy this custom combat version that reflects his background in the Marines.
My 1982 G.I. Joe collection restored.
Artist unknown.
G.I. Joe 1983 "To The Rescue" was originally commissioned by Thermos for their 1982 lunch box set. This poster was later available to G.I. Joe Fan Club members in 1983 for the cost of $1.99 plus 8 Flag points.
There was this card and candy shop on our neighborhood's main street. The owners attracted patrons with lottery tickets, greetings cards, and holiday of the month decorations and boxed candy. It was the final hope for those seeking last minute gifts, party supplies, and seasonal novelties. The old 1920s storefront predated the sidewalks. The streets that had since been been raised four feet, in the late '50s to accommodate modern utilities. A black, cast-iron fence and railing flanked both sides of the treacherous, hunter green, concrete steps that were crammed into the narrow trench from the sidewalk to the entrance. The railing was the only guard that kept one from the certainty of broken bones that awaited anyone who fell or slipped, below. The brass framed glass door took all of my seven year old body weight to open. My efforts were rewarded with the sound of chimes. As if the metal on metal creaking hinges itself wasn’t enough to alert the owner that someone had just entered. You were greeted by an invisible wall of dense, overly warm air, air that smelled like aging lead paint, linoleum and plastic doormats. There was never any air movement, even when the door opened in the dead of winter. An effect of the store being half way below street level. The interior looked like an old hardware store. I can recall at least three different floorings simultaneously covering various areas in the place. A well worn, dark gray painted creaky hardwood disappeared beneath mismatched linoleum patterns. Just past the register and one row back there was an aisle with toys.
One day in 1982, a display case with eight or nine military figures grabbed my attention. These weren't the typical green cast plastic army men that came in the plastic sleeve. This collection was fully painted. The figures had a cache of removable/interchangeable gear. More importantly these new figures weren’t entombed in cast green plastic stances. These figures could be posed into action. My mom must have noticed me at full attention to what was behind that glass. She leaned in and reminded me that I had one week's allowance coming.
I grew up in an exclusively blue collar neighborhood on the Atlantic coast of South Brooklyn. Much to the approval of the families who live here, it remains an underdeveloped, hidden throw back to an earlier time. To this day, the quaint coastal hamlet is an estuary of city workers and union tradesmen, home makers, nurses and teachers. Dad's spent what little free time they had teaching their kids how to swing a baseball bat, how to shingle a roof or how to fix an engine. Like any working class stronghold, most proudly served their country. In the troubled times of the late sixties and early seventies none of the men in my community waited for draft notices. Most chose to earn their uniforms on Parris Island. All wanted to do their part and live up to the momentous reputation that their fathers stamped on the sands of Normandy and Iwo Jima only a generation before. Some never came home. Those who made it back found a country they barely recognized. Those men weren’t welcomed home by a parade in The Canyon of Heroes like their fathers were. By 1979 the words nationalism and patriotism desperately hung by a thread. Then the pendulum began to swing in other other direction. The nineteen eighties began a time of renewed pride for our wounded country.
When a reinvented military toy brand with a long established house hold name hit shelves in 1982, it was received by a nation still struggling to come to terms with its recent past. The move was a big gamble on the part of Hasbro. War toys were far from the peak of popularity. Fortunately, the smaller scaled toy line was embraced by parents and children alike. The new four inch figures were welcomed for their affordability as well as their revitalizing, flag waving spirit. For us kids the blitz of commercials, comic books, coloring books, folded toy inserts, file cards, the animated cartoon a year later, and the endless merchandising in everything from Lite Brite and Shrinky Dinks, to Ben Cooper Halloween Costumes, was plenty to keep us riveted to the new adventures of The Real American Hero.
To this day I can't tell you why I chose Breaker that day, but I can tell you that thirty five years later the bearded communications officer, and his blond and raven haired doppelgängers are who I consider the "coolest" Joes. I did not have access to a comic shop in South Brooklyn until the late 80s but Toys R Us began carrying the three pack second printings of the titular comic. Those random, valueless reprints that I brought home are favorites in my collection. The introductory issues explained everything that I needed to know about the new characters.
Marvel's run expanded the universe beyond the limitations of the small, card-back dossiers. The news print provided our heroes and villains a world to live in. In those pages I explored the Arashikage Ninja Clan in Japan, Cobra Island out in The Gulf, Springfield in Middle America, Silent Castle in "Trans-Carpathia", the Florida Everglades, and The Pitt, located right across the Verrazano. Fort Wadsworth. GI Joe operated in my own back yard! The comics books strengthened character relationships with a pulp fiction style of drama. I adore my vintage issues and keep the entire run in trade paperback as well.
Like Masters of the Universe I was entrenched with G.I. Joe long before the animated cells graced the screen. The exciting box illustrations and serious high stakes characters portrayed on the file cards will always be what the toy line is to me. For hours my brother and I would pour over the tiny thumbnails of new figures teased on the back of the new cards. GI Joe wasn’t the first to include inserts in the toys' boxes but nothing held our attention like those little pack in catalogs displaying the new toy. They are some of my most treasured pieces of my vintage collection.
One day in 1983 I ran the ten city blocks home from school. My mom said there would be a cartoon. I sat in front up the old television set with my Mobile Strike Force Team logo ironed on tee-shirt, Army green brass latched buckle belt, red white and blue wrist bands, matching head band, dog tags, whistle, and marksman pins. I held my membership card in my hands. Written in child’s penmanship I had filled in the name on the white card with a blue marker, "SnAke EyeS." The the cartoon opened with a defining phrase and a song. I'll be singing that jingle on my death bed. The phrase became so ingrained in our culture that I can confidently assume anyone reading this already knows it. You’re singing the song right now too aren't you? I am too.
G.I. Joe had endeared itself to us more than any other toy line. The toys, the characters that they represented, the cartoon, the comics and the file cards hit on all points. I can recall countless adventures in our driveway sized back yard or on the living room floor of our tiny inner city home. The many Christmases and birthdays of pent up anticipation for the new Joe items. It was an emotion was so strong that years later I would have these reoccurring dreams. Dreams replicating that rush of excitement that my young self would experience when I turned into that isle in Toys R Us and found freshly stocked pegs and shelves of new Joes. As adult collectors I know many of us pursue the hobby especially for that sensation. I can't express to you how disappointing it was to wake up and realize that it was only a dream. Until one day, it wasn't.
Twenty five years later in 2007, I was in my local Toys R Us. The store of my childhood. I wasn't collecting then but would always venture down the action figure aisles, for old times sake. That day something magical happened. As I turned into one of the action figure isles I froze. My hands began shaking. Staring back at me was a 1982 GI Joe Stalker card with silver foil edging and a figure in the bubble. It wasn't the exact same toy but it was the Stalker that I new at the age of seven. What the HELL was this?! Was it real? And Stalker wasn't alone. I ran to grab a cart. But that's a story for another album.
The tireless dedication of Hasbro’s 1980's R&D team is legendary. If any of them should end up reading this, your work made lot a of children very happy. I know. I was there. I was one of them. Even today I still spend indefensible amounts of income trying to recapture that nostalgic feeling. I one of thousands who do. Thank you for the memories and the amazing childhood. To all of you, and for any who have forgotten the decade defining phrase, YO JOE!
These are custom troopers by Black Major (not my customs), but I gave them martial arts weapons and call them "Tiger Creepers."
This was rare, and I have seen collectors' magazines that say it was never released...but I still have mine.
"New For 2022" G.I. Joe: Lady Jaye 1/6 Scale Collectible Figure/Doll (Hasbro/Three Zero)
*Concept Artwork
Being on a dead line would have others freaked out. But with his lab at full capacity
and all of his men working Mind Bender knows all will be perfect. The Bats need to be programmed with cobras protocols and encrypted by specialist. The Snaked have to be ready to roll right of the assembly line.
All that will be left is a last wash after they leave the dusty factory lab.
everyones been shooting technos so I thought id drop some arah flava in yer ear! :)
G.I. Joe Sky Hawk! I've been wanting to build this for a while now but was always kinda intimidated. I think I finally conquered it.
I was having a hard time editing these pics, Olympus Master just isn't cutting it anymore...
So far, my custom boxers. I would like to add eventually Mr. T and Bald Bull (from NES game Punch-Out).