I have a Battlecat

[Tonguez]

I have the Evil Panther BattleCat!

Panthor not Battlecat

 

[M.L. Martin]

I have two Battle Cats (original and 200X) and two Panthors (ibid.). But then, I have everything released as an official Masters of the Universe toy in the US in the original 1980s line.

 

[Tonguez]

I have two Battle Cats (original and 200X) and two Panthors (ibid.). But then, I have everything released as an official Masters of the Universe toy in the US in the original 1980s line.

Now we need pictures - please

 

[MoonSong]

Sadly I do not and never did, even as a child.

I did, however, have a Jetfire, which I felt was pretty much the best Transformer ever made by some margin. Of course later I learned that was because it wasn't really a Transformer but basically from Macross but there we are.

I don't have him anymore because my parents gave away literally every single toy my brother and I owned when I was 12 on the grounds that we didn't play with them much now we had computers and RPGs, so I don't have any of them as an adult. That definitely didn't scar me for life or put me on a particular path or anything like that at all.

Most of my childhood toys died on a fire. Only my plush bear, some Legos, and small pieces here and there survived.

 

[Velderan]

Sadly I do not and never did, even as a child.

I did, however, have a Jetfire, which I felt was pretty much the best Transformer ever made by some margin. Of course later I learned that was because it wasn't really a Transformer but basically from Macross but there we are.

I don't have him anymore because my parents gave away literally every single toy my brother and I owned when I was 12 on the grounds that we didn't play with them much now we had computers and RPGs, so I don't have any of them as an adult. That definitely didn't scar me for life or put me on a particular path or anything like that at all.

Similar story with my mom donating basically all of my childhood toys at some point. Luckily my Lego bin survived that, so while I don't have a Battle Cat today, I do have a Caribbean Clipper.

(The Black Monarch’s Castle next to it isn’t from my childhood, but rather my mid-life crisis where I bought a couple old Lego sets I wanted but never had as a child. Unsure if this is cheaper than paying for therapy.)

 

[M.L. Martin]

Now we need pictures - please

Unfortunately, they're in storage bins at my parents' house, and show the marks of having been well played with both 40 years ago and now (we've broken them out a few times for my nieces and nephew). There are far more impressive collections and displays online.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

I don't have him anymore because my parents gave away literally every single toy my brother and I owned when I was 12 on the grounds that we didn't play with them much now we had computers and RPGs, so I don't have any of them as an adult. That definitely didn't scar me for life or put me on a particular path or anything like that at all.

Because we were an army family, we had weight allowance for each move. For the most part, my toys and (miraculously) my rock collection were largely untouched. My comics, OTOH, were donated to the army hospital children’s ward each time we moved. (Comics are HEAVY in large quantities.)

…until an uncle gave me some of his from the 1960s, and revealed how much they were worth. Let me tell you, we were ALL surprised, and I had some definite shocks as to what prices were being asked for comics I knew I had. And after that, the collection never got culled again.

(However, I’m now in the process of donating the collection $4k worth at a time.)

But even my toys occasionally got culled. I accidentally left a big chunk of my toy cars (Matchbox, Hot Wheels, Corgi, etc.) at my maternal grandma’s house one summer. She, thinking I didn’t want them anymore, gave them to kids in her neighborhood. I lost all kinds of rarities, too, including car prototypes bought at builders’ museums (BMW, Mercedes Benz, Porsche) and other products that were prototypes only sold in test markets.

And MY dumb butt gave away my Shogun Warriors (with the dangerous missile launchers), Lincoln Logs, and- worst of all- Legos and Micronauts. (I take solace that they were given to good friends, at least.)

 

[Kromanjon]

Do you have a Battlecat?

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Yes. Or rather, my mother still has my Battle Cat from when I was little. She also has my Panthor I think.

 

[Dire Bare]

I remember when I lived in Austin back in the early 1990s that someone had done exactly that! Even had the upholstery done in that saddle color.

There was another jeep where someone had painted the driver’s side to mimic the brickwork of the store they owned.

Austin’s unofficial motto, “Keep Austin Weird”, applies to more than just the people.

Austin is weird, but geeks-with-money who paint their jeeps can be found all over the US. I'm in Boise, Idaho, and I've got a neighbor with a jeep painted just like the Jurassic Park jeeps from one of the movies, park logo and everything!

 

[Dire Bare]

Because we were an army family, we had weight allowance for each move. For the most part, my toys and (miraculously) my rock collection were largely untouched. My comics, OTOH, were donated to the army hospital children’s ward each time we moved. (Comics are HEAVY in large quantities.)

…until an uncle gave me some of his from the 1960s, and revealed how much they were worth. Let me tell you, we were ALL surprised, and I had some definite shocks as to what prices were being asked for comics I knew I had. And after that, the collection never got culled again.

(However, I’m now in the process of donating the collection $4k worth at a time.)

But even my toys occasionally got culled. I accidentally left a big chunk of my toy cars (Matchbox, Hot Wheels, Corgi, etc.) at my maternal grandma’s house one summer. She, thinking I didn’t want them anymore, gave them to kids in her neighborhood. I lost all kinds of rarities, too, including car prototypes bought at builders’ museums (BMW, Mercedes Benz, Porsche) and other products that were prototypes only sold in test markets.

And MY dumb butt gave away my Shogun Warriors (with the dangerous missile launchers), Lincoln Logs, and- worst of all- Legos and Micronauts. (I take solace that they were given to good friends, at least.)

When I decided I was "too old" for my Star Wars figures (around 3rd grade), I gave them to my little brother. Who then promptly popped off all of their heads! I found decapitated heroes and aliens all over the yard for years until we moved. I was such an idiot.