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Charlie Clone
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In what can only be an effort to dissuade readers
from returning to my review feature, I have been assigned by the powers
that be to
review the Raptor Storm Action Set:
Action Figure with Accessories.
Predictably made in China, Raptor
Storm Action Set is distributed by
the cretaceous Greenbrier International, Inc. of 500 Volvo Parkway,
Chesapeake, Veteran's Association 23320.
As has now become something of
a running gag, the packaging is quite conflicted over the appropriate
age for playing with Rapter Storm
Action Set. The labels indicate the toy is only
suitable for children five and older, but that the toy poses a choking
hazard for children three and younger.
One must pause to wonder, if the toy is only a Choking Hazard for children under
three,
what is it about the toy that makes it unsuitable for children between
three and five...
Perhaps Greenbrier feels there is a Psychological
Hazard with this toy
that could scar children who have not reached the age of reason, some
horrible mental peril too horrific to even mention.
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CONCEPT:
Raptor Storm is yet another attempt to make a
quick buck riding the mighty morphin' coattails of the Power Rangers.
Resembling some kind of long lost Royal Purple Ranger, this figure is
five-and-a-half inches of chisel-chested copyright infringement.
Beyond the obvious reference to the classic
rangers' prehistoric theme and the 1990s pop-armchair-paleontogy's love
affair
with the raptor species, I'm not entirely sure what "Raptor Storm" is
supposed to mean.
Is it the name of the figure himself?
"They call me Storm. Raptor Storm. Raptor
Storm, Esquire, that is."
Is it supposed to be the premise of the toy
line? If so, it still begs the question of what a "raptor storm" is
supposed
to be? Are we supposed to imagine that the world is being overrun by a
vicious breed of cyber-mechanical velicoraptors, like the one pictured
in the package art? (Kudos, by the way, to the graphic artist for using
pretty much all of the preloaded Photoshop visual effect features on
the title logo.) Or maybe the Raptor Ranger somehow channels the
essence of cyborg
dinosaurs whenever he wears his claw-like weaponry.

Still, I can't help but think of Raptor Storm
as a brand of underarm deoderant targeted at MMORPGers. It
would have a whole television ad campaign where otherwise innocuous
computer-savvy
males spray on some Raptor Storm and transform into salacious MySpace
predators.
"RAPTOR STORM: It puts the DATE in PREDATION."
But I digress.
Whatever Raptor Storm is, it occurs in a
brightly colored burst of plasma with streaming lightning effects, and
summons forth masked men in tights.
ACCESSORIES:

The Raptor Stormer
comes with a generous supply of add-ons: a chest plate, katana, two
Taoist throwing stars, some kind of Klingon ceremonial warblade, and
two attachable forearm claws. Whether you are the Wolverine or a VR-041
Saber Cyclone rider, forearm blades are pretty much the coolest melee
weapon around. Personally, though, I'm not sure how strategically
useful they actually are. Sure, having forearm claws means you can
slash your opponent's head off without necessarily letting go of your
Starbuck's pumpkin-spice latte, but I imagine forearm blades are far
more likely
to cause personal injury to the wearer than you might expect.
Scratching itches would not be done without great risk. Signing
autographs would probably chafe your knuckles at the very least. And
opening doorknobs or retrieving soda out of a vending machine would
become a near impossibility.
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FEATURES:
Stormie has reasonable articulation. He
features a twisting head, rotating shoulders, jointed elbows and knees,
and swivelling hips. His waist doesn't move, but he does feature
peg-holes in his feet. A stray bit of plastic that seeped through the
mold inadvertantly causes his neck to make a flappy noise whenever it
is moved.

Puzzlingly, his right foot is marked B and
his left foot is marked F. I'm assuming this must indicate which side
the part goes on, or perhaps the order in which the parts are attached.
Or maybe those are his initials, and he likes to stamp them on the
forehead of mortal enemies that he has just pummelled so that every
time they look in the mirror, they remember they had their butts handed
to them by Barry Finklestein...aka the Royal Purple Ranger.
The toy also has a fair amount of detailing
in the sculpt. His chest and abdomen are impossibly well-developed,
most likely leading young boys to a life tormented by body image issues
and feelings of inadequacy.
All of his
accessories and limbs have little sculpted flourishes, usually evoking
the triangular wedges of raptor's teeth, and you can make out a
Tao on his shuriken.
The purple helmet has gold-painted trim, a
silver-painted mouth piece, and a black visor. The gold-painted
belt has a black buckle (only the front half of the belt is painted).
The paint job might not be much, but some poor little factory working
inhaled potentially harmful fumes for hours on end, so the least I can
do is nod to their artistry.

The figure also has part of the Chinese
character for ninja stamped over its heart. At least, that's what it
looks like according to http://zhongwen.com/.
(Actually, according to
that site, the character seems to literally mean "blade in the heart,"
a term related to ninja. Who knew this review was going to be so
educational?)

The only other really notable feature is the
aforementioned attachable armor. Unfortunately, the armor snaps on
using a peg that is inserted into a hole right smack-dab in his solar
plexus. This means that when he is out of his armor, he has a gaping
chest wound all of the time. On the other hand, the hole makes a handy
way to make it look as though he is being run through with a lightsaber.

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PLAY
VALUE:

Oh, Raptor Storm...shrouded in a thickly
veiled mystery of prehistoric meteorology! Whatever shall we do with
you?
Personally, I don't mind the 3.75" or 4"
dollar store figures because, even if they don't blend in with my other
toys, they have the decency not to take up too much space in the
shoebox.
Not this guy.
He's a hunk a hunk a wasted space.
Unless you are looking to looking to include
a race of robo-ninja giants among your figures, this one is better left
to the younger sort who seem to be the primary demographic for these
overgrown, anonymous beefcake figures.
Until
next time...

--Charlie
Clone
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