I'm a sucker for collector's editions. Maybe not to the extent of Kryptinite, but unless there's something actively deterring me from getting it for a series I like, like a third of some god-awful anime series, the Fancy Edition is fucking sold. MGS4? Puh-lease. I gave them $85 for that shit back in February, I think. Other, more grievous, sins were committed at that time, I shall go into those later, there is swag to ogle now.

The thing I will be buying off eBay, clicking buy it now so hard that the internet will be walking funny the next day, is some Crackerjack prize crap that comes stapled to bottles of the Japanese energy drink Regain.



Fuck you. You're making me do this Konami/Regain/Metal Gear/Snake/JAPAN! There's some other puffy keychain cellphone strap trash that you can see by scrolling down a little here, but MGS4 dogtags? Stand not between my monitor and I, lest you be seared by the beams of pure desire and hatred for those that possess this instead of I. They will reach into the aether to wrest this from the grasp of some hopped up Japanese kid. Not selling? If Darth Vader's crispy ass can choke people over the phone, so can I.