Now, I was really hoping to post more blogs than I have, and one of the reasons none have showed up in awhile is because of some huge changes in my life. This post is a diary about those times, but since this is MFC, I'm keeping this figure related. So, here's the tale of moving with figures and the near destruction of my collection.
Less than a week after I posted my last blog, something happened at home. Now, I've taken a lot of abuse in my life but I was at my end. I knew I had to leave and fast. So I found myself moving in with my girlfriend much sooner than we had planned. This was a very secret and rushed affair and I had to keep it a complete secret from the person who forced me out for as long as possible. To put it simply, I thought they would probably trash my stuff to the curb. I don't have a car so that made it all the harder. My girlfriend and I had no choice but to pack up everything and carry it by hand while taking the bus and metro. The trip between the two places took two hours there, and another two back. Hooray. Packing up was hard, and my figures were probably one of the hardest parts.
This will probably sound dumb but I felt really sad taking them off the shelf that had always been their home, and even sadder packing them back into their boxes. I was really worried some would get damaged in the move and I was especially worried about the ones without boxes. We really had to think up creative ways to save them all and some trading figures even rode it out in my pockets. No matter what none of my darling gals was being left behind. Some gave me a lot of trouble. I remember to fit one nendoroid back into her box I had to dismember all her limbs! We were grabbing figures as quickly as we could and carrying as many as each trip permitted. It was total chaos.
Thinking about it now I really pity people with 200+ collections. Packing up and keeping all of mine safe was a serious trial so for those with humongous collections I can't even begin to fathom how hard it must be. Having a moving truck really would have helped. I lost track of how many trips we made and I pushed myself to exhaustion to pull this scheme off.
They did all make it to their new home farely unharmed, but that was just the start of this story...
We have my fear, we have my flight, but this title also included destruction. Yup, destruction. I was a little naive thinking getting my stuff away from my tormentor guarenteed it safe. Well, where to start...
So for the first few days the appartement was flooded with figurine boxes. Soooooo many boxes. We really had nowhere to put all my figures. With a stroke of luck and a touch of effort we managed to salvage my glass collection shelf. We set it up and I got to opening up and checking over all my figures. I had so many to open it was like Christmas. A lot of them were ones I had never opened because in the last two months prior I had forced myself to stop opening them just because I feared something like this was going to happen. I had even been storing them at my girlfriend's for safety purposes. I finally got to open the Kotobukiya Reimu I got for my birthday and it felt great! So I set up my collection and sat back proud in my new display.
And things were fine for awhile. Until just this week actually. Yet there was a thing that worried me. A lot. It's name is... Behemoth the Grand Destructor!
Yes, that is his actually nickname, 'Grand Destructor'. Now, Behemoth is not the best behaved cat and because I feared for my collection we really kept him away from it and supervised him while in the bedroom. He climbed a little on the bottom shelf with the games and he wanted to chew Marisa's broom so much we put it away, but other than that things seemed okay. Of course I was an idiot to think a cat famed for his powers of destruction would leave me in peace.
So, the morning of 'the event', I was groggy and drinking my coffee. Being half asleep I didn't notice the door was ajar and the little beast had slipped in. I hear a sound and spin around to see him right on the second highest shelf messing around amongst my figures. I know something bad is coming so I try to go to him to lift him off. That's when he does the most retarded thing ever. Just as I reach him he jumps directly up into the glass shelf above him!
The sound was deafening. All I remember was screaming as huge chunks of glass flew at me. The noise was so intense I thought every shelf had gone done (it was only one thank the gods). I remember crumbling on the bed and just screaming as tears welled in my eyes. Luckily, neither I nor the cat were hurt. I count myself lucky only figures got hurt when we both could have died from the huge and sharp glass chunks that fell on us.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, I was fuming mad, and more than that, I felt defeated. In that crazy moment I snapped some quick photos and then I did the only thing I could: I continued getting ready for work. I was late of course. I left the glass, the figures, and an angry note full of various curses. I knew if I had stopped to pick up even one, I would have full on cried and skipped work to fix them all, so to avoid that I lef them all as is. My girlfriend took the time to fix most.
I was pretty lucky; A lot were scratched but only was was full on broke. Not bad considering how horrible it all looked.
Behemoth has lost all bedroom priviledges for the time being. We're contacting a glass maker to see about fixing the damaged shelf. Things turned out not nearly as bad as they could have but I hope to never be faced with the near destruction of my whole collection again. Too scary to think about. Still, I have to be careful, since I do live with 'Grand Destructor'.
Happy (and safe) collecting everyone!
Less than a week after I posted my last blog, something happened at home. Now, I've taken a lot of abuse in my life but I was at my end. I knew I had to leave and fast. So I found myself moving in with my girlfriend much sooner than we had planned. This was a very secret and rushed affair and I had to keep it a complete secret from the person who forced me out for as long as possible. To put it simply, I thought they would probably trash my stuff to the curb. I don't have a car so that made it all the harder. My girlfriend and I had no choice but to pack up everything and carry it by hand while taking the bus and metro. The trip between the two places took two hours there, and another two back. Hooray. Packing up was hard, and my figures were probably one of the hardest parts.
This will probably sound dumb but I felt really sad taking them off the shelf that had always been their home, and even sadder packing them back into their boxes. I was really worried some would get damaged in the move and I was especially worried about the ones without boxes. We really had to think up creative ways to save them all and some trading figures even rode it out in my pockets. No matter what none of my darling gals was being left behind. Some gave me a lot of trouble. I remember to fit one nendoroid back into her box I had to dismember all her limbs! We were grabbing figures as quickly as we could and carrying as many as each trip permitted. It was total chaos.
Thinking about it now I really pity people with 200+ collections. Packing up and keeping all of mine safe was a serious trial so for those with humongous collections I can't even begin to fathom how hard it must be. Having a moving truck really would have helped. I lost track of how many trips we made and I pushed myself to exhaustion to pull this scheme off.
They did all make it to their new home farely unharmed, but that was just the start of this story...
We have my fear, we have my flight, but this title also included destruction. Yup, destruction. I was a little naive thinking getting my stuff away from my tormentor guarenteed it safe. Well, where to start...
So for the first few days the appartement was flooded with figurine boxes. Soooooo many boxes. We really had nowhere to put all my figures. With a stroke of luck and a touch of effort we managed to salvage my glass collection shelf. We set it up and I got to opening up and checking over all my figures. I had so many to open it was like Christmas. A lot of them were ones I had never opened because in the last two months prior I had forced myself to stop opening them just because I feared something like this was going to happen. I had even been storing them at my girlfriend's for safety purposes. I finally got to open the Kotobukiya Reimu I got for my birthday and it felt great! So I set up my collection and sat back proud in my new display.
And things were fine for awhile. Until just this week actually. Yet there was a thing that worried me. A lot. It's name is... Behemoth the Grand Destructor!
Yes, that is his actually nickname, 'Grand Destructor'. Now, Behemoth is not the best behaved cat and because I feared for my collection we really kept him away from it and supervised him while in the bedroom. He climbed a little on the bottom shelf with the games and he wanted to chew Marisa's broom so much we put it away, but other than that things seemed okay. Of course I was an idiot to think a cat famed for his powers of destruction would leave me in peace.
So, the morning of 'the event', I was groggy and drinking my coffee. Being half asleep I didn't notice the door was ajar and the little beast had slipped in. I hear a sound and spin around to see him right on the second highest shelf messing around amongst my figures. I know something bad is coming so I try to go to him to lift him off. That's when he does the most retarded thing ever. Just as I reach him he jumps directly up into the glass shelf above him!
The sound was deafening. All I remember was screaming as huge chunks of glass flew at me. The noise was so intense I thought every shelf had gone done (it was only one thank the gods). I remember crumbling on the bed and just screaming as tears welled in my eyes. Luckily, neither I nor the cat were hurt. I count myself lucky only figures got hurt when we both could have died from the huge and sharp glass chunks that fell on us.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, I was fuming mad, and more than that, I felt defeated. In that crazy moment I snapped some quick photos and then I did the only thing I could: I continued getting ready for work. I was late of course. I left the glass, the figures, and an angry note full of various curses. I knew if I had stopped to pick up even one, I would have full on cried and skipped work to fix them all, so to avoid that I lef them all as is. My girlfriend took the time to fix most.
I was pretty lucky; A lot were scratched but only was was full on broke. Not bad considering how horrible it all looked.
Behemoth has lost all bedroom priviledges for the time being. We're contacting a glass maker to see about fixing the damaged shelf. Things turned out not nearly as bad as they could have but I hope to never be faced with the near destruction of my whole collection again. Too scary to think about. Still, I have to be careful, since I do live with 'Grand Destructor'.
Happy (and safe) collecting everyone!
Rejean235 Give her a weapon
