Luck, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?

So with the recent release of the new TMNT film I've been-a-thinking. We all know of the 80s nostalgia boom which brought us a revamped He-Man and brought Transformers back into the mainstream but what of M.A.S.K?

Wait, hang on.

But what of M.A.S.K?

Not a peep. Now I liked M.A.S.K. It's concept was cool, the cars would change into jets and the cartoon wasn't bad either. But why has no one brought it back?

But the main thing is when I was looking through that site I found a price list. And on that price list I had this one and this one and this one. And this one, this one, this one, this, this which was a favourite, this, this one, I'm pretty sure this one, this one for sure, this, this, this I remember because the guy would never sit on the bike properly, this, this, and this.

In my defence, I was an only child.

Now, total those up and you'd get a tidy sum ready for some eBay lovin'. But what happened to all these toys? After a bedroom clean out they ended up being left outside in the rain until they went mouldy and were then thrown out.

*sigh*

Join us next time what I reminisce about selling all my Star Wars toys, including no less than ten vehicles, at a car boot, twenty pound for the lot. Or the time I leant my copy of Panzer Dragoon Saga to a friend at college who promptly dropped out and was never heard of again.

I make myself sick sometimes.

What else would two grown men do in Toys R Us?

A quick recap: my local cinema is near the big Toys R Us in our city. So, whenever I go to the cinema with my good friend Ryan we tend to end up in the there either pushing small children off the Guitar Hero demo pod or looking at the large collection of toys. Now, if I had the time and the money I would be a serious toy collector so I like doing this. I especially have my eye on the 20th Anniversary Optimus Prime.

But anyway, me and Ryan are in there and we see this selection of mini transformers. We're looking through and notice that there is a mini-Devastator in the sale section.

"Hey," I say. "Look at that. A mini-Devastor." I have this gift for stating the amazingly obvious.

"Cool," says Ryan. He picks it up and looks at the back. "Look at that; all six make the big version."

"I wonder if they have all six here," I say.

"No way," says the pesimistic Ryan. "All six? In the sale section? No way." There was probably way more swearing in there but children may be reading this so I'll keep it clean.

We look anyway. We find one, two, three, four, five of the required transformers. Then we find the last one.

"I don't believe it," I say. "We found all of them! How much are they?"

"£2 each," says Ryan. "£12 for a big robot." He thinks for a moment. "You know," he says, "it would be wrong, in fact, it would be a crime for me not to purchase these."

"I totally agree," I say mainly as Ryan was paying.

So we, or rather, Ryan buys them. Naturally this was about 2 months ago and I had pretty much forgotten about them until not ten minutes ago when I received the following text message:



Nice. Very, very nice.