ThreeA Toys unleashes their "special" 3AVOX Caesar-dedicated newsletter - featuring full-figure reveals of the latest 1/6th-scaled World War Robot to come. Pre-order begins Wednesday September 14th @ 9-00am Hong Kong time via www.bambalandstore.com. The image montage above is of the figurines in slideshow below - which intriguingly excludes the far-right-bottom figure with a rainbow-layered-shield (previously previewed here).
PRODUCT-PRESS: Caesar is a fully articulated figure, up to approx 16.5" tall (Dome version) and each figure will come with the first 3A WWR Story booklet. Each Caesar will cost US$230, the price includes worldwide shipping! All colorways are exclusive to Bambaland and will not be offered again. This is a pre-order, Caesar will ship Jan 2012.
BACKSTORY: Many lonely hours were spent on the Moon thinking about the machines of death that Rothchild had birthed into life, each theoretically more than capable of killing their father. This thought had weighed on him, made him feel proud and yet, less than superior. He wasn’t fond of this paradox, a fence sitter's answer to non linear problem.
Rothchild had never felt truly safe since the failed attempt on his life by the Dirty Deeds Squad, even on the moon that he now owned. His own children had been turned against him; the Dirty Deeds failure to kill Rothchild was not based on their lack of skill or quality of build, but a maverick lust for freedom. Rothchild made the discovery of this anomaly his main goal, find it and use it!
The R.I.P program was the fruition of this search, limitless resources were poured into it, the brightest minds were used, once Rothchild was satisfied that each had given their all, a letter was sent to their families announcing their unfortunate demise. This was Rothchild's baby, there was only one father, and it was going to stay that way!
The first fruit of the R.I.P program shuddered into life, 001 quickly moved into a defensive stance to take in its surroundings and assess any potential threats. Rothchild watched the action remotely, far away from any potential accidents. He watched and studied the movement of... Caesar… Yes, that was a good name... Rothchild would have been disappointed if Caesar had just struck out, animalistic and desperate, but the machine didn’t, it quickly processed long lists of speculative questions and possible solutions. Then Caesar’s stance relaxed, none of these "things" were a threat; it didn’t need to offer any type of response that would be too revealing and expected. Rothchild beamed, a hint of color in his gaunt, pale face. A proud father, he knew that he had finally made the robot he had dreamed of as a child to protect him.
It was a good day for Rothchild, the thought of his own internal police of terrible children, and of course a lesser version of Caesar for the war machine, a machine he dearly loved.
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