Goshdarnit.
All week long I've been checking out this grand thing on eBay; an old and spectacular promotional toffee tin with the face of my personal hero on it.
So today I was the highest bidder until those critical last 12 seconds, when evil things always happen, and this time was no exception. Some other cat outbid me and got that heavenly tin. It was some hard core tin box collector and I'm sure this person will take good care of it yet I can't help but feel bitter about it.
I wanted that damn box.
All week long I've been checking out this grand thing on eBay; an old and spectacular promotional toffee tin with the face of my personal hero on it.
So today I was the highest bidder until those critical last 12 seconds, when evil things always happen, and this time was no exception. Some other cat outbid me and got that heavenly tin. It was some hard core tin box collector and I'm sure this person will take good care of it yet I can't help but feel bitter about it.
I wanted that damn box.
(the tears are courtesy of yours truly)Well, no use moaning over it, I couldn't afford it and that's that. To cure my blues I'm going to post pictures of Master Veidt in his youthful brilliance, circa 1919.



















This is perfection right here :









































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Rating :
Story 1 : 7/10
Story 2 : 10/10
Story 3 : 8/10
Story 4 : 8/10
Story 5 : 7/10
Conrad : 10/10
Rating :
Story 1 : 7/10
Story 2 : 10/10
Story 3 : 8/10
Story 4 : 8/10
Story 5 : 7/10
Conrad : 10/10






