Here's a little story from the other day:
The other day I was at work, probably spinning around in my chair (i have very little else to do, it rules; lots of time for drawing), a memory springs to the front of my mind in a snap. Something I hadn't thought about in years and years. Something buried deep down in that stupid brain of mine. Something I loved and now I remember them it brings back all sorts of other fond memories about my life at that time. I love it when this happens.
The thing was (drumroll) these monster toys I had when I was, like, nine. Inside the bodies was a spring loaded firing device and the whole gimmick was you could fire the big, round, grotesque heads (normally at girls).
The thing was I couldn't remember what they were called and this annoyed me intensely. So with lots of time and the Information Superhighway I found out they were called HEAD POPPING MADBALLS! Once I had this I was finding all sorts of pictures like these which I post just in case they awaken in someone else a forgotten love of these super-cool, horrid, violent, little guys with really powerful firing actions (I mean it, these guys could bruise. It was like paintball but using action figures. Well, to a nine year old it was).
I had Skull Face and Dust Brain but now I'd definately want Occulus Orbus. I used to play with this kid down the road (Tom, i think) who had a couple others and I used to swap the heads about to look at the different combinations (creative, see?) and I remember it really pissed Tom off. We fell out one day when he was describing to me every detail of Robocop 2 and I ran off when he was turned away. I don't think I went around to play Madballs after that. Shame, he had some good toys.
Anyway, returning from Memory Lane I notice that this guy
kinda looks like Skull Face. Which I think is cool even if no-one else does.
The other day I was at work, probably spinning around in my chair (i have very little else to do, it rules; lots of time for drawing), a memory springs to the front of my mind in a snap. Something I hadn't thought about in years and years. Something buried deep down in that stupid brain of mine. Something I loved and now I remember them it brings back all sorts of other fond memories about my life at that time. I love it when this happens.
The thing was (drumroll) these monster toys I had when I was, like, nine. Inside the bodies was a spring loaded firing device and the whole gimmick was you could fire the big, round, grotesque heads (normally at girls).
The thing was I couldn't remember what they were called and this annoyed me intensely. So with lots of time and the Information Superhighway I found out they were called HEAD POPPING MADBALLS! Once I had this I was finding all sorts of pictures like these which I post just in case they awaken in someone else a forgotten love of these super-cool, horrid, violent, little guys with really powerful firing actions (I mean it, these guys could bruise. It was like paintball but using action figures. Well, to a nine year old it was).
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
I had Skull Face and Dust Brain but now I'd definately want Occulus Orbus. I used to play with this kid down the road (Tom, i think) who had a couple others and I used to swap the heads about to look at the different combinations (creative, see?) and I remember it really pissed Tom off. We fell out one day when he was describing to me every detail of Robocop 2 and I ran off when he was turned away. I don't think I went around to play Madballs after that. Shame, he had some good toys.
Anyway, returning from Memory Lane I notice that this guy
![skull](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/skull.4242d54c7e24.gif)
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Like the 'Tron, I had all of them. But to my advantage (?), I still have them all, packed away somewhere. I used to love those things. I recall taking them with me on long car journeys, and firing them at my sisters, at exceptionally close range.
Ahh, memories.