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Let's say it's 2012, and the world is ending soon.
Y'all know that, right?
The human race is evacuating to Mars. Through some mysterious coincidence, Gorn Captain leads the first ship out to Mars, and decides that toy collectors are the chosen few who must certainly make it out safe and sound, to continue the human race. Laywers, the British Royal family and anyone involved in unneccesary remakes of classic films happen to come at the very end of the line. They probably won't make it. Last in line are white supremacists, who will finally have the Earth to themselves, even if it's five minutes before it blows up.
Now, I've managed to make a deal, and all of you can take 10 figures with you. There's not enough room in the rocket, so that's the best I can do. I've already flushed out Paris Hilton in a "freak" airlock accident (FAA). Her last words before being incinerated by the blast engines were "that's so hot!!!".
So here's the deal: pick your TEN favourite figures.
Which ones will it be, and why?
Remember, expensive figures won't get you anywhere on Mars. The only currency exchange rate will be "one big rock is worth three small ones", and there won't be a "Mars-Bay" to sell them on.
And Martian hookers won't care about your MOC AFA Mego Iron Man at all. They'll just be interested in oxygen tanks and sucking your air hose.
Wait, that didn't sound right....
So what would it be?
I'll think about my ten favourites and let you know....
Y'all know that, right?
The human race is evacuating to Mars. Through some mysterious coincidence, Gorn Captain leads the first ship out to Mars, and decides that toy collectors are the chosen few who must certainly make it out safe and sound, to continue the human race. Laywers, the British Royal family and anyone involved in unneccesary remakes of classic films happen to come at the very end of the line. They probably won't make it. Last in line are white supremacists, who will finally have the Earth to themselves, even if it's five minutes before it blows up.
Now, I've managed to make a deal, and all of you can take 10 figures with you. There's not enough room in the rocket, so that's the best I can do. I've already flushed out Paris Hilton in a "freak" airlock accident (FAA). Her last words before being incinerated by the blast engines were "that's so hot!!!".
So here's the deal: pick your TEN favourite figures.
Which ones will it be, and why?
Remember, expensive figures won't get you anywhere on Mars. The only currency exchange rate will be "one big rock is worth three small ones", and there won't be a "Mars-Bay" to sell them on.
And Martian hookers won't care about your MOC AFA Mego Iron Man at all. They'll just be interested in oxygen tanks and sucking your air hose.
Wait, that didn't sound right....
So what would it be?
I'll think about my ten favourites and let you know....
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