I was going to post this earlier but I was on vacation.
FRET NOT FRIENDS, the cries for your $9 man toys to have over 800 points of real articulation and multiple attachments has not gone unheard.
While the vile suits at Activision may ignore our desperate pleas, there is another.
Yes friends, deep within the bowels of Internets there is a masked vigilante righting the wrongs committed without conscience by corporate America. Yes, there is a hero among our ranks. Hiding his face not so that he may protect himself, but so that he may protect us. So that he may ascend the form of man and become something else altogether, something different, something beautiful. An artist, an icon.
What I have to show you today are not meager playthings, no. This is high art. High art committed by no less than the minstrel of plastique himself, a being known only as Jin Saotome.
He does not this work for himself, for gratitude, or for wealth. He does this for the people. Sending all his works to the digital auction houses for no more than a penny and letting the masses decide their worth.
The true artist, one who struggles for the people and gives unto them his entire self. One without ego, a spectre of pure creative whimsy.
Today I offer unto you only a glimpse into the genius behind the man, a scant few physical specimens of mastery. But let it be known that the time of Giants has just begun, and the second age of Saotome has only now started to bloom.