When all else fails, when faith is human and meta human is no more, they gather.
Forget Blackest Night.
Forget War of Kings.
The Pet Avengers are HERE, preview courtesy of IGN.
Que the A-Team music, que the Superfriends music, que the fanfare from Aaron Coplan's "Fanfare For the Common Man".

Heroes don't always walk on two feet. But they stand tall, and stand together.
Forget Blackest Night.
Forget War of Kings.
The Pet Avengers are HERE, preview courtesy of IGN.
Que the A-Team music, que the Superfriends music, que the fanfare from Aaron Coplan's "Fanfare For the Common Man".

Heroes don't always walk on two feet. But they stand tall, and stand together.

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Date: 2009-05-12 02:47 am (UTC)Still - Frog Thor! And Lockheed! Yaaaay! Just those two would be enough. If I see this in a trade, i just might purchase it.
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Date: 2009-05-12 06:38 am (UTC)Chipped by a mystically empowered Asgardian goat known for the sharpness of it's hooves. I'd have prefered the handle too, but such is life.
And the metal is powerful stuff. There was a one time Thor had to recast the hammer and used a New York metalworks to do it, and a few years later a metalworker who had picked up a fragment of uru metal and kept in in a keyring, was pushed into a vat of molten steel for reasons I can't recall, and the magic and the metal combined to to turn him into a (very pissed off) being of molten metal.
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Date: 2009-05-12 03:27 pm (UTC)"Hola, Toothgnasher! Hola, Toothgrinder! Yes, yes, heh heh, I art pleased to see you too... Eh, now, Toothgrinder... that be enough now... down, boy... no, DOWN boy... AUUUUGGHHH! Look what thou hast... thine stupid hoof again! Flailing it all around like that, look what thou hast done! Thou hast chipped the finish! I spend two hours a day polishing mighty Mjolnir so that it might look its best, and now look! And AAAAGGHH, LOOK AT THIS! There be a dirty great SCRATCH running right across the face of it! 'If he be worthy' art bisected in twain by thine great dirty hoof! Oh, stop thou bleating that way, thou art... Oh, no, stop, I did not mean... Yes, yes, all right, 'twas not intentional... 'twas an accident, yes... yes, the Thunder God art sorry... dry thine eyes... yes, yes, the Thunder God still loveth his faithful goats... Hush, now, be still, thou art forgiven... *sigh* Next time I venture into thine stables, though, I art leaving mighty Mjolnir on the bedside table."