For the most part, I don't care who plays with my Transformers. They are, after all, toys for kids. Now things like Alts or G1s I tend to keep out of reach, but main line guys, they get fiddled with all the time, as they should be. Though to be fair, I'm usually there watching to make sure they don't bust anything.

The only time anyone's touched my stuff without me around are a few times my parents knocked over a guy or two (Guts mainly gets the worst of this, missing a finger, two throwing knives and the bottom of his sword )= ) and one time my Bro from out of state was in my room when I wasn't home and turned some of my Joes around. Accidents happen, kids are kids, and innocent fun is fun and innocent, so really I don't get too worked up over these things.  

 

a few days ago my grandpa threw rotf deluxe skids in the air and shot it.

his chest was blown into 20 or so pieces

 

My cats like to cause trouble in my toy room. When my cat was still a kitten I once came home to him on the highest shelf knocking my classics collection down. He was really small at the time and I just watched him push transformers off the shelves with his nose. It was cute but I still spanked him.

Now that he is bigger he sometimes knocks down my gundams and transformers and brings them to me. I woke up on something sharp and found that my classics Starscream was in my bed with my legends Beachcomber and Brawn. I never did find his missile launchers.

 

Which is why I keep all my TF's in a locked display cabinet, and only I know where the key is. No irritating nephews, nieces or cousins will ever get their hands on them.

The gf is not really interested in my stuff, so she leaves them alone  

 

The sad story: My grandmother was mean. Before we had to move back in with her when I was a kid, she let herself into our tiny apartment and began mercilessly disposing of things she didn't want cluttering up her house. She struck my brother's room first and literally tossed out all of his toys, including his TFs. The only reason she didn't get mine was because I didn't trust her and had hidden them away. I still have them to this day, even though they're all junkers from years of being played with. Sadly, the incident disenchanted my brother re: toy collecting. He never replaced his toys and he never got the spirit back.

The funny story: I've had hamsters as pets for over 20 years. One that I had years ago was fixated on trying to get one of my MicroMasters into his pouch for some reason. He could never get the whole toy in it so he'd run around with half a MicroMaster hanging out and the rest contorting his little face. The funniest time was when the MM was in robot mode and he happened to put it into his pouch feet first. Then he ran around with a very upset looking MM, arms flayed, sticking out of his face. It was a Kodak moment for which, unfortunately, I had no camera.

 

Hope you didn't have a hamster back when granny cleaned house  

 

 

ROTF mixmaster is better

 

My Mom always moves my toys. >.<

So I got Universe toys on my ROTF shelf, Animated stuff on the Energon shelf, Misc stuff on other shelves >.<

I know where to put them back, but my Mom thinks all TFs are the same thing.

 

Sick Sig!

 

 !is he crazy!?!why did he do that!?

 

My girlfriend moved my Transformers once.


...............Once. 

 

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha hehehe teehee

 

Well, the closest I've got, my friend likes to rearrange all my figures to be flipping the bird.

 

Either his Grampa's just a dick, or he saw the movie and hated the twins.  :

 

Either:

a) He thought he was racict in the movie
b) He hates eco-healthy cars
c) He hates green cars
d) He hates green robots
e) He hates green
f) He heard there was a Human Alliance Skids coming out  

 

My cat is freaking evil when it comes to this, she'll either jump on my night stand or some how get her way into my cases (pic below)

 

^^^^

ah the rare fuzzy Ravage variant

 

Dear Jebus!

 

My brother threw Mudflap down the stairs >.<

 

My wife broke my Alternators Optimus Prime while dusting my toy shelf. (He was six shelves up.) This was about a week after we got married, and when I got home from work she had this look on her face of pure despair. She was SO worried that she had broken my favorite one. Of course I told her it wasn't a big deal, and hugged her and kissed her and took her out to a nice dinner, but we also agreed that if the TF shelves were to be dusted, it would be my job. Problem solved.

When I was a kid, my cousin would occasionally mutilate my toys in perverse ways. I don't know exactly what he did to my G.I. Joe "Chuckles" figure, but I'm guessing it had something to do with a fire pit, some hot pokers, and then lots of his dad's model paint. Suffice it to say, I hid my toys whenever he came to town.

And the other day, a friend brought over his three year old, who immediately went and grabbed a low-shelved Titanium Scourge, which naturally then surrendered his legs. Thank goodness for ball-joints.