More mini goodness.
I was labeled a Gwin fanboy recently. While I was slightly offended at first, I quickly realized it was true. Never considered myself a fanboy. I don't live in a basement, I don't haunt dark alleyways looking for comics, I bath regularly. Geek, nerd, loser maybe but never a fanboy. Oh well. Guess I'll have to move back in with my mom now.
Why was a called a Gwin fanboy? Because I've been geeking over the mini gwins that were released at San Diego Comic Con last month. Well I finally got some. 3 to be exact with a perfect little Z.O.M.B.I.E. (who hopefully will be the start or a giant Z.O.M.B.I.E. horde). They arrived on my doorstep Monday and I've been playing with them ever since. Each mini gwin came in a small bag containing an "I play with toys" sticker, a zombie magnet and was attached to an October Toys keychain. "Best promo idea ever!"
The Z.O.M.B.I.E. came carded and bagged, individually numbered 1-50. Mine is number 7. He even has a 7 on the bottom of his feet. He's great! The perfect zombie comic con attendee. He has glasses, backpack, Star Trek shirt, no fat chicks sticker, comic con badge, poster tube. You can almost hear him panting and wheezing as he hunts for free swag and fresh brains.
The blank black gwin didn't get much camera time, but the little ones are such camera hogs it was hard to squeeze him in. I'll make it up to him somehow.
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