Cosmic Legends

Welcome once again visitors, to the moment no one has been waiting for. What moment, you ask? The moment when toy design group Fwoosh~mod Concepts announces it's upcoming line of Marvel Legends that may or not be made. With ML in it's constant state of change, from bouncing between companies to fans either extremely happy or in an internet cracking uproar, the future is never as it seems. Seen below are the prototypes of an assortment aptly named Cosmic Legends. These were painstakingly (I.E. we had to actually do something constructive) modded from pre-existing molds and pieces to save the toy companies some money. Which shows in our "toy design" paycheck. Or lack there of.

Included with these pictures are mini-interviews with each member of the group. And we do mean "mini", as they don't stay in one place for too long. But we hope that it will give you a glimpse at the personality of each designer.

The ringleader, Pablolobo: I can not believe these guys finished their work. I didn't have to break out the whip once. Which is surprising, because half of them ask for it specifically. Excuse me, I have a plane to catch.

The mouth from Hades, Magnuz: These lazy freaks, I've been done for months and I still have to wait around until the deadline for most of these guys. I tell you what, this would totally fall apart without me. I am the glue, the paste, the peanut butter in the jelly between the two pieces of bread. Wait..I'm not feeling well, excuse me.

The half Backstreet Boy, half hippie robot with a soul, Robustrial: Robustrial SMASH!! Robustrial told you little man, turn light back off and leave Robustrial alone!! Earl is on!!

The jetsetter, SamuRon: I don't even know why I'm here. I try and I try, but nothing I say gets these guys to work together right. If it's not one thing it's another. Thanks for asking though, the strip club just opened. Gotta go!

The couch potato, RoboKillah: Man, whatever. I'm not talking to you unless you come bearing cigarettes.

The man on on the inside, Industrial: What, no pay? How am I supposed to pay my bar tab?

There you have it, a look behind the scenes that no sane person should be able to peek into. Join us next year when our studio mysteriously burns to the ground and we all live like kings off the insurance money.