Overkill arrived. One my top wants, the original was one of many divorce rewards my mother bestowed upon me weekly, and he was my go to Joe killer after I discovered the magic of eyeglass screwdrivers and removed his talkie backpack.
The colour scheme. The robot head. The see through chest with the flip out gun. The claw and gun hands. So cool.
My initial ten minute impression is a let down.
Who the hell made the call on that mask? In what world is it even designed to stay in on paper. There's no tension. No interlock. Nothing. It's held on by prayer and a Mary Magdalene candle.
Machine gun in the chest was crooked, and also impossibly tight to flip. Thought I'd break it on the first deploy. I did a quick heat treatment to uncrook the gun barrels, which worked, but now the machine gun has no friction at all and dangles down. The fix is on me, but even out of the box it was below par.
At first I thought I would want to because my neurodivergence would never allow me to glue or putty the mask on, I would have to have one that I could permanently glue and another unadorned. It's not a fun problem. But now I need a second anyway just to see if the machine gun also sucks on that. I'll try the usual joint tightening fixes regardless.
It's all addressable. This isn't like the worst figure in the world. But for one of my favourites, blarg.
And this is also the second true disappointment I've ever had with them at all, the first being my Zanya's both breaking at the same arm. But that figure looked good. That was just a breakage. Overkill is the first I've ever looked sideways at their execution.
Especially coming off of Scarlett and Dawn last week.
I'm not mad, Hasbro. I'm disappointed.
