Does it seem like there aren't that many Star Wars Figures anymore?
WTF?
I mean, I know there's not a movie out, but dang.
It seems to suck everywhere any more.
I reckon.
Why, whenever somebody mentions that a thing isn't being made anymore (or is not being made en masse), does somebody chime in with a reminder of eBay or Amazon or some such? Does anybody REALLY believe that anybody else does not know what eBay is?
Just let Spanky vent, for cryin' out loud.
Now, to be MORE HELPFUL with at least a little info. Yes, right now is a quiet time in regards to Hasbro's action figure line, though if you go to Toys R Us right now, you should see some new packaging. There are new collections of previously released models and a couple of new things along with them. If you mean minis for gaming, Knight Models had some great stuff in 30mm scale, but they've recently dropped the line for making larger SW display models (sucks). Despite Edge of the Empire coming out, there appear to be no new SW minis lines coming down the line from anybody, according to my various contacts. The X-Wing game, on the other hand, is thriving, and there is more on the way regarding little plastic ships.
I wish they'd make a Jaxxon figure.
I've seen him in a vote maybe, but he always loses out to some video game bimbo I never heard of.
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Nothing really helpful to add here. Topic just reminded me of the days I worked for Toys R Us stocking shelves in the middle of the night.
The Phantom Menace was just hitting the theaters so there was an explosion of output from Hasbro with the various Star Wars lines of figures. Any night something new got released we'd have collectors camping outside the door, and I'd occasionally walk by to taunt them with a tauntaun or rankle them with a rancor. It was always fun to yell "No Running!" at them as the doors opened and they propelled themselves toward aisles E6 and E7 at the back of the store. They never listened. Some of them paid for it, but they'd get up and shamble with the determination of zombies with a craving for molded plastic brains. It was like being a lifeguard at a kiddie pool for slow children.
I started cutting deals with a lot of the campers whereby I would stash rare figures and vehicles in the reserve cage in exchange for stuff. Money, movie passes, free food at Fuddruckers, I had it all. I was a king...but it couldn't last.
The guy who ran the Hot Wheels trade over in aisle E2 tried to move in on my territory. It started with little things; an R2-D2 would go missing from my stash or a rare, plush Watto would turn up on his side of the cage. Of course, I was doing the same to him with the Treasure Hunt cars, but he got too greedy. I found out he was trying to move a Millennium Falcon while I was in the back of the store building bicycles. I could go on, but I'm all out of alliteration. Needless to say, something had to be done.
They found his body at the bottom of the box baler. Fooled you. I had one more in me. After that, I decided to lay low so I moved my operation over to the security booth where I made decent grift on popular video games, collectible Barbies and-waitaminnit, hold on, I'm pretty sure only like half of this actually happened.
I'm sorry.
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Nothing really helpful to add here. Topic just reminded me of the days I worked for Toys R Us stocking shelves in the middle of the night.
The Phantom Menace was just hitting the theaters so there was an explosion of output from Hasbro with the various Star Wars lines of figures. Any night something new got released we'd have collectors camping outside the door, and I'd occasionally walk by to taunt them with a tauntaun or rankle them with a rancor. It was always fun to yell "No Running!" at them as the doors opened and they propelled themselves toward aisles E6 and E7 at the back of the store. They never listened. Some of them paid for it, but they'd get up and shamble with the determination of zombies with a craving for molded plastic brains. It was like being a lifeguard at a kiddie pool for slow children.
I started cutting deals with a lot of the campers whereby I would stash rare figures and vehicles in the reserve cage in exchange for stuff. Money, movie passes, free food at Fuddruckers, I had it all. I was a king...but it couldn't last.
The guy who ran the Hot Wheels trade over in aisle E2 tried to move in on my territory. It started with little things; an R2-D2 would go missing from my stash or a rare, plush Watto would turn up on his side of the cage. Of course, I was doing the same to him with the Treasure Hunt cars, but he got too greedy. I found out he was trying to move a Millennium Falcon while I was in the back of the store building bicycles. I could go on, but I'm all out of alliteration. Needless to say, something had to be done.
They found his body at the bottom of the box baler. Fooled you. I had one more in me. After that, I decided to lay low so I moved my operation over to the security booth where I made decent grift on popular video games, collectible Barbies and-waitaminnit, hold on, I'm pretty sure only like half of this actually happened.
I'm sorry.
Shine on, you crazy diamond.
I got kids. So I call Lego "caltrops."
I wish! No, not mine sadly.
My Lego collection is crammed in a single old file-paper box in the garage right now. A decent chunk of stuff, but not near that volume. I might take it with me when I move out.