My hunting day ritual.
I set the alarm for 8:08 (the release day of the 86 movie).
I get up, shower, and put on my lucky
TF boxers.
My standard hunting garb is all black. Sometimes I wear a monocle. sometimes not.
On the way downstairs, I pick a
TF at random from my shelves and transform him. I then touch my MISB pre-rubsign Prime on the window over the cab for luck after the ritual dusting.
I hop in my white RX-8 (vanity plate: JAZZ) and begin the search pattern.
1st stop - Walmart. I park at the garden section which has an entrance right by the toys.
2nd stop - the Target no one goes to. I park by the same tree every time. It kinda looks like Unicron bending over Lithone with his arm reached out.
3rd stop - the Target everyone goes to. ugh. yet I found Titanium
G1 Magnus there. So I keep going.
4th stop -
TRU. Cute cute cute cashiers. Maybe someday I'll bring one home to show my collection....
stop for a snack at Krispy Kreme. The days I do this, I seem to have 35% better luck than others.
Drive across town for stops 5-10. But only if stops 1-4 were fruitless.
Come home. Unbox. Do the ritual New Plastic Crack dance. Pose the new toys carefully on the shelves. Curse my shelves for being too small.
