I never thought I would get my hands on one of my mini-playset holy grails, let alone ALL OF THEM +1!
These things are beautiful labors of love courtesy of a naughty team of toymakers who spent way too many hours playing Street Fighter II in the 90s. Three levels from the game (and six of the original fighters) are lovingly recreated Polly Pocket style, with SNES controller compacts as a cute final touch — all absolutely without Capcom’s blessing, I gather. They’re actually called World Fighter, according to the awesome carded versions I was sent pics of (thanks, Karl!).
The figures are very cool knock-off reproductions of the characters, made from a tough rubbery plastic and articulated at the waist.
Match 1: E. Honda vs M. Bison!
A very cool bar scene with stereo speaker and barbell props. I have two of these after buying one from an ebay seller for an exorbitant amount, and then getting another for free when I bought the other two. I’m glad I shelled out the dough, ‘cos posting about the original purchase led to my getting the entire toy line. And who says social media is useless? Honda steals the show here: he’s well-sculpted and has an amazing paint job.
Match 2: Ryu vs Blanka!
Set in Blanka’s beloved Brazilian fishing village, we are treated to a cool alligator pit arena battle, with extra seats in case the other fighters come to watch. Ryu’s colorscheme is less Ryu and more Bolo Yeung I guess, but Blanka’s pretty much spot-on, if a bit yellow. I like how the people in the backgrounds of these sets are to scale with the fighters, too.
Match 3: Chun Li vs Guile!
Our final event takes place at the air base of Guile, which even reproduces the ace and his girlfriend cheering in the background. This set comes with the most stuff: a couple pipes, a set of guardrails, and a crate. Chun Li and Guile have the most accurate paint jobs, and the derpiest faces, but I love them anyhow.
Remember this little gal on the right? I was right that she is indeed from the Lovely Kitty toy line and its cousin-lines (Petite Princess, Pretty Pixies, Betty’s Club), but it seems it was used for the locket playsets. I got a carded one recently that supports this:
Here we see another non-articulated mini-Kitty (or mini-Betty in this case), striking a different pose. Makes me wonder if each set came with its own doll, or if they were randomly assigned like Mighty Max.
It boggles my mind how nigh-incoherent Dune the Movie is compared to the Dune TV miniseries. The thing that bugs me the most is how the villains were written and directed as raving maniacs who never stop cackling and screaming. Those kinds of characters belong in an asylum scene, drooling on themselves in the background; not as the chief villain faction that is supposed to be a challenge to the hero. I was never really sure what the movie Harkonnens’ plan even was ’til I saw the miniseries: it’s basically summed up in a throwaway line in one scene of the film, while they spend the rest of their screentime mugging to the camera and shrieking like idiots. In the miniseries their purpose is made very clear, and the Harkonnens are believable threats: they’re ruthless and calculating (well, Rabban is just a violent idiot, but he serves a purpose that way).
If half your villain’s scenes consist of him floating in circles, shrieking and laughing for no reason, I’m not gonna take him seriously, nor see him as a credible threat to anyone. Likewise if he’s the sort of sneering lunatic who tortures just for the fun.
Credible villains think they’re the hero of their own story, even if they’re crazy. They don’t exist purely to be pains in the ass.
For example, I knew an author (who’s probably reading this and laughing by now) whose demonic villain made dolls out of people for his equally demonic daughter. The idea was to convey how fucked up the bad guys were, via a gruesome and highly detailed sequence of gutting someone alive, sewing them up, and making them into a grotesque plaything, all while giddy at the prospect of causing pain and death. It made me wonder “what’s the point?”, which is what you should be asking yourself with every scene you write. Does this serve a purpose, or is it just fluff? In this case, the purpose was “lol isn’t this fucked up?”, which isn’t good enough.
More telling and horrifying would be to show that the characters coldly think of humans as so beneath them that they’re like cockroaches are to us. Maybe the daughter finds them amusingly cute, and likes collecting people-dolls for her bedroom. And the dad goes about the task like a taxidermist: cold, callous, something he’s done a million times before without thinking twice about it. But he makes damn good dolls out of these useless creatures because he dotes on his daughter. So now the scene is less about a gory spectacle for kicks, and serves a purpose: it shows how much this depraved bastard loves his little girl, and the author can play on that later in the story if the hero runs afoul of his beloved little girl. If he makes you into a doll for his baby’s entertainment, what’s he gonna do if you pose a threat to her?
Write with purpose. Don’t write fluff.
My Mego collection has become remarkably “fast food logo” in its dominant colorscheme. A couple recent purchases allowed me to basically bag all the red heroes from the toy line.
Team Red consists of Spider-Man, my very first Mego purchased from a fellow collector when I was a teen; the newly restored Human Torch; a near-mint Shazam; and a used but nonetheless spiffy Iron Man. Now I need to start grabbing characters with starkly different palettes to balance the collection out.
Whenever I do signings of my Winter Agent Juno books, I’ll be accompanied by this little cutie: a Pinky Street I cobbled together of Juno, herself! She’s rather fearsome for a little fashion lemming.
She’s compiled from the parts of at least five different Pinky Street dolls, plus an eyepatch I had to make myself out of felt. In the future I may try making a few more and using them in giveaways.
My friend Marcus came over to hang out. Apparently our version of “hanging out” means “creating the cast of a slice-of-life anime”.
We decided this would be an ensemble cast for the most part, and the show would be a series of vignettes involving high school students.
If anyone was gonna be the central cast, it would be these three: the friendly tomboy girl, the spoiled rich shoujou girl, and the eccentric president of the aviator club.
Supporting cast includes the butch lesbian friend with the deep voice, the “always cool under every circumstance” girl, and the mischievous goth chick who pretends she’s a vampire.
Here we have the weird art teacher and the stressed-out homeroom teacher, alongside the moe girl who cries a lot.
Opposite the central cast is their rivals: the sweet friend who is secretly a perv and has photographic dirt on everyone, the annoying sexually ambiguous shonen who thinks he’s better than everyone else, his pesky little sister, and his kind-hearted older sister who has a crush on the female gym teacher.