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ANYWAY, the story behind this one is that it’s an evolved form of the Poryzoid I made earlier. Because that’s what pokemans pokezoids do, right? The blade arm was inspired by this super limited CAS resin kit that I have no chance in hell of ever getting. Story-wise, maybe a Blade Liger got in the way and absorbed into the “evolving process” (which you can NOT watch on youtube). Gunbluster too, with those egg beater replacements!

I will try and take more pictures before the damn thing just explodes.

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Since I’ve had a PK for a while, I thought I’d try to make my own, via the magic of plastic swapping. I also had a spare hacked CP-03 I didn’t feel guilty about hacking up, since it was already in bad shape, so I thought I’d take a stab at a slightly better gun mount (though still pretty half-assed.)

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Update from the future: Well, I got one. How did I do?

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Underneath this one is the milky semi-opaque plastic of the Ghost Zoids, but I’m not sure if that’s the case for all RS pilots. Plus, I stripped an OJR pilot long ago, and it had pink plastic underneath, so who knows what’s under the various other releases’ chrome pilots.

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