Also called “claw fodder”
The life of an army builder is a hapless one. They’re usually the nameless, faceless grunts of whatever random organization they happen to belong to, and their entire purpose in life is to get gored by claws, get a shield to the face, a hammer to the mouth, repulsor blasts to the torso, or to suffer all the various indignities that come from working for disreputable scum.
The Hellfire club guards are no different. Imagine going to work every day knowing that at some point, some short and hairy Canadian might shish kabob your ass. Or a giant metal Russian dude might punch you so hard that your ribs and your spine trade places. Never mind the fact that you work for people who might turn your brains into Play-Doh just because you dared to make eye contact. You can’t even call the White Queen a bitch when she turns her back, because she knows, man.
She knows.
I hope the benefits for this type of work are good, because the hours suck.
I only have one Hellfire Club guard for now, because I waited a little too late to order from the initial batch, so it will be March until I get a decent number. This single dude is going to have to work overtime guarding stuff. But you know how that goes. Claws to the face! Oh well..
This is a simple figure in a simple box and a simple bag, and that’s about all it needs to be. It’s mainly reuse with a new head, so there’s nothing mind-blowing outside of the fact that it finally exists. We all have this body in our collections multiple times by now. I know some people are tired of it, and there have been better bodies to come along, but this one still gets the job done, despite it having been around for plenty of years now. At least the body itself doesn’t seem to have degraded in all this time, so that’s a bonus. Getting an army builder at 15 dollars is not a bad deal, so there’s not a lot of complaining you can really do. Unless you want some butterfly shoulders.
Ok butterfly shoulders would be pretty cool, but it seems like I have to freeze every figure I have that has butterfly shoulders in order to get them to unstick. And it’s always the left shoulder.
Unless it’s the right.
Those are the only two options, so it’s either one or the other.
Where was I…
I’ve always loved the look of the Hellfire Club Guards. Those basic masks have an eerie, inhuman feel to them. If you put a Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket on their head and gave them a guitar they’d look just about right. The figure conveys that creepy expressionless face perfectly. The eyes are painted inside there, but one of my eyes is going off in the wrong direction. Poor guy.
Their simple blue and red outfits rub against each other just right. There are no frills, they just exist to be a teeming horde of bodies to put up against your X-men or whomever.
For accessories you get a rifle and a pistol. At least, you’re supposed to. I didn’t see a pistol with mine, so I either dropped it when I opened the bag and it disappeared or I’m missing a pistol. It’s not a big deal since I ordered five more to go with this. Maybe it got scooted somewhere. I don’t remember seeing it, but who knows.
Looks like I’m going to be on my hands and knees looking for a small accessory.
Again.
Could be worse.
I could be an army builder.
Claws to the face!!
