Transformers - A Monologue by some new jerk
Posted: 2002-12-27 10:43pm
Now I'm not talking about that "Armada" rubbish, or the new G1 or War Within comics (which are quite good however). I want to talk about good ol Generation One. Optimus Prime, Bumble Bee, Wheeljack, Megatron, Shockwave, SOUNDWAVE, the badass robots we grew up with.
And theres a good reason I want to talk about them. During Christmas, in the Inquisition-era torture of "gather as many crazy family members together as you can, and strand them in your house due to two feet of snow and give them nothing but Sambucca and Gingerbread to eat", inexorably the photo albums came out. And in them were old pictures of me and my uncle opening Christmas presents of...thats right, Transformers toys.
As I looked at those pictures, there was almost a tear in my eye. There I was, only seven years old, Shockwave and Megatron (both transformed into firearms) in my hands, with me shooting my cat, Santa hat and all. Another one was my uncle's Starscream kicking the shit out of my wussy Voltron die-cast metal figure. And good ol Rumble curb stomping all of StarCom singlehandedly.
Then there was the true King of Kings. The Shining Beacon himself, Optimus Prime. I even remember that little Go-Cart thing that stayed in the trailer. God, that was the coolest toy ever.
Man I wish I still had those toys. I'd probably still play with them. Hell, I could probably pay my tuition with them. But of course, you know how the story goes. Parents have a garage sale, and decide for you what is for sale. And Devastator, Blaster, and all the rest accompany Sgt. Slaughter, Stormshadow, around 15 BAAT's, Serpentor, and the Joe Command Center to the accursed land of "Fifteen Dollars for all of them".
*sniff*
Man I hate Christmas...
(poke away)
And theres a good reason I want to talk about them. During Christmas, in the Inquisition-era torture of "gather as many crazy family members together as you can, and strand them in your house due to two feet of snow and give them nothing but Sambucca and Gingerbread to eat", inexorably the photo albums came out. And in them were old pictures of me and my uncle opening Christmas presents of...thats right, Transformers toys.
As I looked at those pictures, there was almost a tear in my eye. There I was, only seven years old, Shockwave and Megatron (both transformed into firearms) in my hands, with me shooting my cat, Santa hat and all. Another one was my uncle's Starscream kicking the shit out of my wussy Voltron die-cast metal figure. And good ol Rumble curb stomping all of StarCom singlehandedly.
Then there was the true King of Kings. The Shining Beacon himself, Optimus Prime. I even remember that little Go-Cart thing that stayed in the trailer. God, that was the coolest toy ever.
Man I wish I still had those toys. I'd probably still play with them. Hell, I could probably pay my tuition with them. But of course, you know how the story goes. Parents have a garage sale, and decide for you what is for sale. And Devastator, Blaster, and all the rest accompany Sgt. Slaughter, Stormshadow, around 15 BAAT's, Serpentor, and the Joe Command Center to the accursed land of "Fifteen Dollars for all of them".
*sniff*
Man I hate Christmas...
(poke away)