Initially, I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get this set. For some reason I got the feeling I was going to have to get each figure individually, one piece at a time. Then some bills came in that I wasn’t prepared for and I thought I wouldn’t be able to afford it anyway. Luckily, a few things fell in to place and a fellow Jelly Nation member helped me out so I managed to get the whole set. In light of all this I have decided to do something a little different with this review. There have been video unboxing reviews. There have been podcasted unboxing reviews. I present to you; a written unboxing review. Let us see if this works…
I know what you’re thinking, “that lazy bastard is going to do a review on a single square?” And for the most part, you are right. Yes this review is on a single Square, the Bomb Square to be exact. But don’t let that deter you because I have a very special surprise and the only way you can see it is if you continue reading.
The Dirty Deeds were created for one reason, to kill their creator. The Earth based Terran forces decided that Walter Rothchild had become too much of a liability. In a war of Rothchild built robots, he was arming both sides and profiting in the process. What better way to take him out of the picture than to alter the AI of robots he created, in this case the Bertie, with the sole mission to kill him?
Darwin Rothchild is a warmongering megalomaniac and owner of Rothchild Corporation. He is a creator and manufacturer of robots designed and built for war. He sells these robots to both sides of the Great War, between the Earth based Terrans and the Mars based Martians, while he sits upon his self-made throne on the Moon and watches it all unfold. So for a corporation that is producing robots of war, where does the pacific looking Steve J, the AP-PEL colourway Caesar, fit in all of this?
As the rising sun lays an end to Devil’s Night, so stirs the Ghastly Halloween Zombkin. But his time is not just yet, although very soon. The Harvest is coming. As the last vestiges of daylight give way to the night so does the ground which Zombkin has called home for the past year. For it is time to accumulate the nutrients for his cultivation, to safeguard his yearly resurrection. But time is short, an hour at the most and the shadowy, moonlit night is already accentuating his body’s deterioration. The Pumpkin Patch is calling to him. It needs the flesh of 31 victims to ensure his restoration. The cycle of murder must continue…..