Who among us doesn’t love getting mail? I’m not talking about the bills and junk ads and catalogs you never signed up for. No, no, I’m talking about real mail. You know, the good stuff like packages and vacation postcards, letters and greeting cards—gratuitous Hallmark Cards plug: care enough to send the very best, it’s the biggest little thing you can do!
The eBay/postal service gods smiled upon me yesterday…
Allow me to introduce you to the newest addition to my Star Wars arsenal, Gentle Giant’s Death Trooper bust. A year or two ago, I would have seen this online and glossed right over it. Now I find it’s the perfect marriage of my love for both The Walking Dead & those Imperial henchmen. They might not be able to shoot you or find the droids you’re looking for, but they’re hungry. With the passion of a million raging Sarlacci (that’s the plural of Sarlacc, you know) they’ll bust through their helmets to eat you. Yeah, they will.
It’s a great little piece; removable chunks of helmet and arm reveal disgustingly brilliant glimpses at the zombie-virus-infected figure beneath the armor. Oh, and the packaging nicely frames the included Schreiber Death Troopers novel. I’m one happy little Sith Lordess!