Post by kayevcee on Nov 2, 2014 14:23:24 GMT
Came up with this on the way to/from the sorting office yesterday. I decided I'd best give it its own thread rather than gum up the 3rd party or new acquisitions thread with what turned out to be 16 photos. Some of them didn't transfer for some reason so the 'storyline' has wound up a wee bit choppy.
Roadbuster and Whirl made their way down the stairs and clambered up onto the living room table to meet Grimlock. A new box had arrived, and they wanted to be the first to greet the new arrivals.
"More new guys," said Whirl. "It's starting to get crowded around here."
"Hah!" said Grimlock. "Whirl not been home to Glasgow. Whirl not know what 'crowded' look like!"
"I wonder who's in there," said Roadbuster. "It's a really big box."
"Oh man!" said Whirl, excitedly. "Maybe it's Impactor! Nick's been talking about him non-stop ever since Auto Assembly. Even to strangers on the train and stuff. It's starting to freak people out."
"Highly unlikely," declared Shockwave. He had been on display on the table already. He had called upstairs for Predaking to join him. The combiner's strong ratchets were good for opening tough boxes.
"Denial not just river in Paris, Shockwave," Grimlock said. "Soon you not only big purple tough guy with crazy weapon hand around here."
"Egypt," Shockwave said with a sigh. "And it can't be Impactor because Impactor is being crafted from a remould of Turmoil. Turmoil was displayed at TFcon last weekend as a resin prototype. If Turmoil isn't finished, Impactor must not be finished either."
"WHY DON'T WE JUST OPEN IT?" said Predaking, with his usual lack of volume control.
"Good idea," said Grimlock as he transformed and dug into the accessory pile for his sword. "You want in on this, giant Slag?"
"It's just 'Slag'" said Slag. Grimlock wasn't too happy about Slag being so much bigger than him.
"Not Slog?"
"No."
"Or Slug?"
"Do you want help opening this thing or not?" Slag produced his own sword.
Predaking held up his own, ridiculous composite sword. "GUYS. I'VE GOT THIS."
Before long the toys has sawed through the tape and opened the box. It turned out to be cut down from a much larger box and had long flaps, so Predaking as the tallest was nominated to climb inside and pull out the newcomers.
"How did you know all that stuff about Impactor?" asked Whirl.
"Nick sometimes leaves his laptop down here," Shockwave explained. "I use it while he's at work."
"Oh."
"I'VE GOT SOME BAD NEWS, SIR," said Predaking.
"Yes!" cried Grimlock. He was jubilant. Another Dinobot!
"Oh," said Shockwave. "This was a statistical probability given the current release schedule and Nick's strange love affair with vacuum metallised plastic."
"Look at the size of this box!" said Whirl. "He must be a monster! He might be as big as Slag!"
Grimlock and Slag were very happy. Shockwave was not. He had read Warrior School.
"HE'S NOT VERY HEAVY," said Predaking.
Grimlock and Slag wrestled with the packaging. Opening the outer box was easy enough, but the contents were coccooned in a thick layer of styrofoam. The word "TOYWORLD" was imprinted on the foam. Slag had the better finger articulation, so he edged his hands into the box and pried off the lid.
"Wow," said Grimlock flatly.
"That," said Slag, "is not efficient use of space."
"Hello?" said Snarl.
"Hey, Snarl!" said Grimlock. "Get out here!"
Grimlock and Slag tugged Snarl of the foam and popped out his accessories. He transformed in a flurry of articulated golden spines. He stood struggling with his hands until Slag handed him his sword to pry them out.
"Looking good, Snarl!" Grimlock beamed. "Gun, sword, shiny bits, sensible size... welcome to Dinobots!"
"Thanks," said Snarl. "I'm not sure about this gun. Or these hands. They're a real pain to transform."
"Me know that feeling," said Grimlock.
"SO... THERE WAS SOMEONE ELSE IN THERE" said Predaking as he eased his bulk out of the box.
"TA-DAA."
"Ordin Troll? Who's this guy?" asked Whirl.
"UNIQUE TOYS", Predaking read aloud. "DON'T THINK ANYONE HERE IS FROM THEM. I WONDER WHAT HE'LL BE LIKE."
"If he's packed like Snarl, he'll be a minibot!"
Snarl growled. Whirl enjoyed antagonising the Dinobots.
Shockwave helped Predaking open the box and slide out the contents. This newcomer was much more conservatively packed. He was almost as big as Snarl. Also, he was purple. Big and purple. Shockwave approved.
"Hello! It's me! Blot!" said Blot. "I'm Blot! Hello!"
"BLOT?" exclaimed Predaking. "FROM THE TERRORCONS? ANOTHER COMBINER? ALL RIGHT!"
"Excellent news," said Shockwave. The Decepticons' eyes lit up in their excitement.
"I've got lots of stuff!" Blot declared, popping the giant foot he came with apart. "I've got two guns for my hands and a big thing for my back with missiles in it that looks like a phone!"
"He's pretty tooled up," said Roadbuster with grudging admiration.
"Do you... come with a profile card?" asked Shockwave.
"Of course!" said Blot proudly. He fished around in his box and plucked out a small plastic card. "Here you go!"
"Oh dear..." said Shockwave. Blot's tech specs were not encouraging.
Blot dropped his weapons, transformed in a whirling tangle of limbs, and popped his various guns back on.
"I turn into a monster! I can wear my guns on my arms! I'm Blot!"
"You don't say," said Whirl. He was rarely happy to see new Decepticons, but he looked forward to Shockwave's future interactions with Blot.
"I turn into a leg too!" Blot declared. He popped off his weapons again and reassembled them into a giant foot, then transformed again and hopped on top of it.
"THAT'S REALLY... COOL, BLOT," said Predaking, leaning in to measure his own leg against Blot. Blot came up to slightly above his knee.
"According to his box he's gonna be a real titan," said Whirl.
"Yeah," added Roadbuster. "Thirty seven centimetres. That's five centimetres taller than you, Predaking."
"WHAT?"
"Me Grimlock think we should tell me kids," said Grimlock.
"&%$£ a duck!" exclaimed Computron.
"Hello!" said Blot, hopping around to face him. "I'm Blot! I'm a leg, but I also turn into a monster. And a robot!"
"He's gonna be a beast," said Whirl with a little too much enthusiasm when talking about the enemy. "Good luck with that, Compy!"
"Don't worry, Computron," said Snarl. "We Dinobots can combine too."
"WHAT?"
The Technobots separated to have a good look at their new nemesis. Blot transformed and scooped up Strafe and Afterburner in a joyful hug.
"This is my real face! I'm Blot!"
"Yes..." Strafe choked. "Yes you are..."
Welcome to the collection, Snarl and Blot!
-Nick
Roadbuster and Whirl made their way down the stairs and clambered up onto the living room table to meet Grimlock. A new box had arrived, and they wanted to be the first to greet the new arrivals.
"More new guys," said Whirl. "It's starting to get crowded around here."
"Hah!" said Grimlock. "Whirl not been home to Glasgow. Whirl not know what 'crowded' look like!"
"I wonder who's in there," said Roadbuster. "It's a really big box."
"Oh man!" said Whirl, excitedly. "Maybe it's Impactor! Nick's been talking about him non-stop ever since Auto Assembly. Even to strangers on the train and stuff. It's starting to freak people out."
"Highly unlikely," declared Shockwave. He had been on display on the table already. He had called upstairs for Predaking to join him. The combiner's strong ratchets were good for opening tough boxes.
"Denial not just river in Paris, Shockwave," Grimlock said. "Soon you not only big purple tough guy with crazy weapon hand around here."
"Egypt," Shockwave said with a sigh. "And it can't be Impactor because Impactor is being crafted from a remould of Turmoil. Turmoil was displayed at TFcon last weekend as a resin prototype. If Turmoil isn't finished, Impactor must not be finished either."
"WHY DON'T WE JUST OPEN IT?" said Predaking, with his usual lack of volume control.
"Good idea," said Grimlock as he transformed and dug into the accessory pile for his sword. "You want in on this, giant Slag?"
"It's just 'Slag'" said Slag. Grimlock wasn't too happy about Slag being so much bigger than him.
"Not Slog?"
"No."
"Or Slug?"
"Do you want help opening this thing or not?" Slag produced his own sword.
Predaking held up his own, ridiculous composite sword. "GUYS. I'VE GOT THIS."
Before long the toys has sawed through the tape and opened the box. It turned out to be cut down from a much larger box and had long flaps, so Predaking as the tallest was nominated to climb inside and pull out the newcomers.
"How did you know all that stuff about Impactor?" asked Whirl.
"Nick sometimes leaves his laptop down here," Shockwave explained. "I use it while he's at work."
"Oh."
"I'VE GOT SOME BAD NEWS, SIR," said Predaking.
"Yes!" cried Grimlock. He was jubilant. Another Dinobot!
"Oh," said Shockwave. "This was a statistical probability given the current release schedule and Nick's strange love affair with vacuum metallised plastic."
"Look at the size of this box!" said Whirl. "He must be a monster! He might be as big as Slag!"
Grimlock and Slag were very happy. Shockwave was not. He had read Warrior School.
"HE'S NOT VERY HEAVY," said Predaking.
Grimlock and Slag wrestled with the packaging. Opening the outer box was easy enough, but the contents were coccooned in a thick layer of styrofoam. The word "TOYWORLD" was imprinted on the foam. Slag had the better finger articulation, so he edged his hands into the box and pried off the lid.
"Wow," said Grimlock flatly.
"That," said Slag, "is not efficient use of space."
"Hello?" said Snarl.
"Hey, Snarl!" said Grimlock. "Get out here!"
Grimlock and Slag tugged Snarl of the foam and popped out his accessories. He transformed in a flurry of articulated golden spines. He stood struggling with his hands until Slag handed him his sword to pry them out.
"Looking good, Snarl!" Grimlock beamed. "Gun, sword, shiny bits, sensible size... welcome to Dinobots!"
"Thanks," said Snarl. "I'm not sure about this gun. Or these hands. They're a real pain to transform."
"Me know that feeling," said Grimlock.
"SO... THERE WAS SOMEONE ELSE IN THERE" said Predaking as he eased his bulk out of the box.
"TA-DAA."
"Ordin Troll? Who's this guy?" asked Whirl.
"UNIQUE TOYS", Predaking read aloud. "DON'T THINK ANYONE HERE IS FROM THEM. I WONDER WHAT HE'LL BE LIKE."
"If he's packed like Snarl, he'll be a minibot!"
Snarl growled. Whirl enjoyed antagonising the Dinobots.
Shockwave helped Predaking open the box and slide out the contents. This newcomer was much more conservatively packed. He was almost as big as Snarl. Also, he was purple. Big and purple. Shockwave approved.
"Hello! It's me! Blot!" said Blot. "I'm Blot! Hello!"
"BLOT?" exclaimed Predaking. "FROM THE TERRORCONS? ANOTHER COMBINER? ALL RIGHT!"
"Excellent news," said Shockwave. The Decepticons' eyes lit up in their excitement.
"I've got lots of stuff!" Blot declared, popping the giant foot he came with apart. "I've got two guns for my hands and a big thing for my back with missiles in it that looks like a phone!"
"He's pretty tooled up," said Roadbuster with grudging admiration.
"Do you... come with a profile card?" asked Shockwave.
"Of course!" said Blot proudly. He fished around in his box and plucked out a small plastic card. "Here you go!"
"Oh dear..." said Shockwave. Blot's tech specs were not encouraging.
Blot dropped his weapons, transformed in a whirling tangle of limbs, and popped his various guns back on.
"I turn into a monster! I can wear my guns on my arms! I'm Blot!"
"You don't say," said Whirl. He was rarely happy to see new Decepticons, but he looked forward to Shockwave's future interactions with Blot.
"I turn into a leg too!" Blot declared. He popped off his weapons again and reassembled them into a giant foot, then transformed again and hopped on top of it.
"THAT'S REALLY... COOL, BLOT," said Predaking, leaning in to measure his own leg against Blot. Blot came up to slightly above his knee.
"According to his box he's gonna be a real titan," said Whirl.
"Yeah," added Roadbuster. "Thirty seven centimetres. That's five centimetres taller than you, Predaking."
"WHAT?"
"Me Grimlock think we should tell me kids," said Grimlock.
"&%$£ a duck!" exclaimed Computron.
"Hello!" said Blot, hopping around to face him. "I'm Blot! I'm a leg, but I also turn into a monster. And a robot!"
"He's gonna be a beast," said Whirl with a little too much enthusiasm when talking about the enemy. "Good luck with that, Compy!"
"Don't worry, Computron," said Snarl. "We Dinobots can combine too."
"WHAT?"
The Technobots separated to have a good look at their new nemesis. Blot transformed and scooped up Strafe and Afterburner in a joyful hug.
"This is my real face! I'm Blot!"
"Yes..." Strafe choked. "Yes you are..."
Welcome to the collection, Snarl and Blot!
-Nick
