#getting the amounts of dashes per strip confused

[camera-ghost]

Hi, I haven't seen anyone do this yet, but judging how late to the game I am I'm sure plenty of other people have already solved this; but it's a neat easter egg, and I'm glad I found it so here goes:

reading the morse code up and down for each line in order (ex: --. then .- and ... ext.) gives you gasmtm (taking the faded text into account) for the grave with the bone on it, and doing the same for the crescent gives you gasmmr.

so this is pretty obvious by now but combining the two and taking away the 'm's gives you Gastr. Also I don't really know if it was up for debate before but the bone and magnifying glass for Gaster basically spells out skeleton scientist, I thought that was fun.

[malethirsty]

The Packmaster’s Bond: Marcus Bozeman

Summary: Becoming a member of the Shreveport pack was an exciting experience, especially for a new independent man like yourself and it didn’t hurt that your Packmaster was hot. But is your love really unrequited?

Warning: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Daddy Kink

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1200857805084753920?s=21

Having moved to a Shreveport share house to start a new life after being cut off from your parents, you needed a stable place to build from the ground up, so you sought out the Shreveport pack master, a burly man called Marcus Bozeman, who was intrigued by you and was delighted to welcome you at the next pack shift. You were equally intrigued as well as there was something about him that spoke power to you, like a natural instinct to lead, so you showed up early ready to take part. The shift and chase as you hunted a deer was different than before, before you would hunt to survive if need be, often taking the scraps of humans, however running with the presence of other wolves brought the adrenaline, especially when you detected Marcus running alongside you as if encouraging you, giving you a rush of passionate energy, it races through you like adrenaline giving you a buzz like no other.

Later as your deer was strung up, everyone having shifted back into human form and watching, Marcus took the deer’s blood in his hand and approached you “Y/N, you are our brother.” He smeared the blood onto your forehead, you gazing into your new packmaster’s eyes, trying to communicate your gratitude for how he made you alive for what seemed like the first time in years. Seeming to acknowledge he gave you a grin and stepped back “We welcome you into our land and call upon you to defend it with us.” He threw his head back and howled, the pack following, swarming you to congratulate you and begin the meeting festivities. While you got used to talking to new people, you kept going back to Marcus throwing his head back & howling, something about it seemed really hot. Later that night, you stroked your cock to the thought of him doing that as he fucked you, and when you shot your load, oh how you screamed his name.

A year passed, your crush on your packmaster never wavering. The way he would look at you, the smiles and charm he would send your way was intoxicating to you & you needed more. The only problem was you didn’t know how to approach the topic, it didn’t seem like he’d go for men, and you didn’t want to be thrown out or worse. So you kept to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice the smell of lust that radiated from you, he must get many werebitches all in their feelings, maybe they’d mask it.

Alongside leading the wolves of Shreveport, Marcus had his own garage that the weres worked at on alternate weekends, and despite not having much experience with cars, Marcus had rostered you on. A full day with your packmaster, with a scent of lust raging, doing tasks you weren’t comfortable with, so fucking perfect. However, you didn’t want to miss out on seeing him and you didn’t want to upset him by not showing up, so when the day came along you threw on some casual dress wear and headed out to the garage. He saw you come in & greeted you with a grin and a tip of the head “Y/N man! I was worried you wouldn’t show, this ain’t usually your scene.” “Well I have to at least try Marcus, everyone else has, and it surely won’t be that bad.” Marcus shrugged “Yeah, I’ll help you out if you need me.” ‘Oh if only you knew’ you thought, grabbing the toolkit from the bench and setting to work on the bike Marcus was working on.

The task you had been assigned was tightening the speed gears which had come loose & as he said he would, Marcus was right behind you assisting. “Now you’re gonna have to use some brute strength, cause a normal turn will seem to work, but that’s how gears get loose overtime. You need to push far beyond that, I’ll help if you need me to.” You were half listening and also letting your mind wonder to thoughts of Marcus pulling his jeans down and fucking you right then and there up against the table. “Got it Y/N?” “Yeah Marcus, sure.” You grabbed the wrench and pulled counter clockwise, the screw fitted in after one turn, but per Marcus’s instructions, you needed to go further. You pushed forwards with all your might, Marcus’s hands covering yours supplying extra effort. ‘Try to be calm don’t loose focus’ you thought, your desperate need for Marcus running all over you. A sniff wrent the air and you felt slow breathing on your neck as you got the screw fitted in very tight. “There we go that’s done.” You had barely turned around before Marcus slammed you into the workstation, before you could yell or exclaim, his lips melded with yours.

The kiss was nice and deep, Marcus drawing in deep breaths with you taking in short ones, lost to everything but your Packmaster’s lips. He broke away and grinned “I fucking thought it was you Y/N, I could smell lust on ya, I had to go looking round all the werebitches but once I did all of them, I figured the only man who ever gazed at me with such longing was you. Do you know that every night since I caught your scent, I’ve masturbated to it? Oh the moans and groans as I pumped my dick, shot my load all over my shirts, that cum should have been yours” He gripped himself through his jeans & your throat suddenly went very dry as you saw how hard he was. “And now, I get to give it to you. Get on your knees Y/N. Now.”

His tone shifted to one of desperate lust & command. You wasted no time getting down as Marcus unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down exposing his big thick cock, it sang to you, craving to be milked. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked him off. “Oh yeah, that’s nice. So damn good round my cock.” Marcus groaned as he grabbed your hair and guided you over the parts of his cock that would bring the most amount of a rush to your Packmaster. “Oh fuck! Lick the tip will ya, you’ll get to taste me.” He moaned like a bitch in heat as you obeyed his commands, a sour lemon taste filling your mouth, still you kept him in.

You began to massage his balls, causing Marcus to let out several expletives. You moved your hand away, worrying you’d upset him but “Why did you stop? Get your hand back on there babe.” He grabbed your hand and moved it back to his balls “Get a good grip on Y/N, they’re gonna be filling up with cum later, the least you can do is please em.” With your Pack-master’s encouragement you continued your mensuration on his balls while he moaned in encouragement.

Marcus suddenly pulled out of your mouth and aimed his cock at your face “God damn Y/N, I’m gonna cum, paint you pretty with your Alpha’s load! OH FUCK!” You stuck your tongue out as Marcus shot his load all over you, messing up your clothes “Fuck, I’ll get you new ones.” he groaned “Stay there babe, don’t move.” Marcus redid his jeans up and moved outside, you heard an engine revving and your thoughts raced on what he could be doing? A gangbang with other weres, maybe it was some kind of mating call. Your thinking was dashed as he drove his motorcycle into the shop, getting off, he went over to the sliding door and locked it. Smelling your confusion, he turned to you “What’s wrong Y/N?” “I figured that revving was some type of mating call to other weres in the pack.” Marcus’s face suddenly grew stern, he crossed over to you and deeply kissed you again, this time heading to your neck, leaving nips and hickeys along it a gravelly growl forming from his lips as he did so “Mine. All mine. You belong to no other weres but me.”

You licked your lips in the meantime, tasting his salty sweet load. Marcus seeing you do so collected the load you couldn’t reach on his finger “Open” you wrapped your mouth around your Packmaster’s finger & sucked. “Good slut, such a good slut for daddy.” As you finished his eyes grew a sort of orange yellow, a sign of dominance for most weres, as he lead you to his bike “You’re mine now Y/N, so I need to get my scent all on ya, and what better way to do that then by fucking you on my bike, ride you on my Harley as the bikers would say.” He backed you into the wall giving you yet another ferocious make out. “Strip.” He growled and as you riddled yourself of your clothes, you spotted Marcus doing the same, his jeans first and then his shirt, you saw his torso spattered with hair around the top half. “It’s hot to see leather falling off you Marcus.” You let slip, Marcus letting a huffing laugh out “Well I’ll make sure I wear more leather for you babe.” He crossed over and got onto the leather seat of his Harley Davidson “Come on and ride this. Ride daddy’s dick like a good slut that you are.” His drawl was more pronounced and lustful, he was craving you as much as you did him, and there was only one thing to do. You crossed over to Marcus’s bike and taking a deep breath you mounted his cock, moaning as you sunk down on your Packmaster’s length.

“Oh fuck, so tight round me Y/N.” Marcus growled the orange yellow glint in his eyes back. You stayed still for a few moments getting used to him, before you started to work yourself on his cock, finding the right rhythm. Marcus whom had been moaning both a wordy stream of praise and outwardly began assisting, before you finally set a smooth yet rough pace, one that made passionate lust course through your veins as you fucked, Marcus’s hairy balls slapping against your ass as he fucked you. “Oh God, yeah that’s right, fuck yourself on your daddy Packmaster’s cock.” This command was simple and the best command he had given you, and you found yourself attending the task with an increased pace, Marcus digging his nails i to your back, leaving scratches as he responded to your increased pace. “Oh Marcus, fuck this is amazing!” He briefly pulled his cock away “Nuh uh, what’s my name?” He whisper growled, you immediately realizing “Daddy Packmaster!” “Good” he whispered out, shoving back into your ass “Daddy Packmaster Marcus is also good, as long as you respect me, I’ll respect you.”

As he continued, you started to run your hands through his chest hair, making him groan outwards in ecstasy “You like that Y/N, like being dominated by a Alpha man, a strong were who can keep you safe. Cause that’s what I’ll do, keep you safe from anyone who tries to hurt you, we will rule the Shreveport Pack side by side my pretty werewolf, mine forever.” At this point it was all so massive, everything he was saying and doing, your head fell backwards, not giving a damn who heard your moans, coming loud from your mouth as Marcus continued to fuck you with intent, a sharp lusty powerful precision. As you pulled your head around, you also clawed into his back, groans falling from his mouth as he grinned and kissed you deep.

“You have a better pussy than my ex baby boy. Take your biker Alpha’s cock.” Growled Marcus, his pace getting sloppier, he was close and by this point you were as well. Marcus moved his hand to your cock and began to stroke it “Come for me Y/N, come for your Packmaster.” Marcus’s commands immediately had an effect on you, you let out a howl as you shot all over the both of you. Marcus laughing “God damn! You got us both messy! My slutty wolf.” As your walls closed around him from the orgasm, Marcus began to go harder managing a few more moments panting desperately “Fuck, tighten those walls more Y/N and I’m gonna cum! Yes, like that, God damn make me cum!” Marcus’s loud yelling praises were like a chant as he shot load upon load, the heat making you groan out, the two of you almost falling off the bike, Marcus grabbing onto the wall in time to save you both “Oh shit” you got out as he laughed. “Oh fuck Y/N, that was amazing.” Marcus growled, going in for another kiss.

The both of you stayed like this for a while, somehow being with Marcus whilst you were both naked was like you were completed, a sensation you didn’t want to diminish but you couldn’t stay like it for the entire day, well at least, not THAT day “Y/N, babe, pass me my clothes, I’m gonna get you some replacements from my house.” You passed him each article that he graciously put on “I’ll make sure I get some leather for you as well, and then we can focus on moving you out of your renthouse and into mine. I’d give you anything My Wolf.” Grinning, you opened the door and watched as your were in shining armor revved up the engine “My new wolf.” You smiled at Marcus “Damn right.” He said with a lustful growl and with a nod of your head pulled forwards and made his way back towards his house, you still in the garage happy at the risk you’d taken and the brand new life you had in store.

[startrek-writings-for-the-soul]

Intuition | Reader Insert

Part 2/?

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Med bay was fairly empty. You convinced Scotty to drop you off there and promised you would be getting rest after you saw Leonard. There was so much to say, so many questions. He was always someone who could ease the confusion and help you concentrate properly. But the lights were off in his office. You walked in to take a sneak peek at his schedule and see if he would be coming in soon. According to the schedule he was meant to be on call. You supposed he was in his quarters resting up after whatever it is that happened and as much as you would've liked to give hin that time, there was still a gross taste left over from your encounter on the bridge.

It was an encouraging tidbit of information that had you dashing down corridors to his quarters. You rang a few times, knocked a few more and then called him twice. He didn't appear to be home. You wondered if it was truly that he was asleep or if something less desirable had occured. At this point you just wanted to know what happened so you decided to find one of the security members who was there.

Security quarters were all on opposite sides of the ship and you had no idea where either of the security guards who went with you lived. Finding one of the heads, Giotto or Freeman would be a lot easier. Both closely resembled Jim but with more bulk and stricter training and they would certainly know the status of the away mission. They might even be able to shed some light on your confusion.

-

Giotto was having lunch at a table with three others. It didn't matter that he was busy or that the others were also muscular and imposing because today you needed answers. They were all shocked when you pulled up with an empty chair and sat yourself next to him, legs crossed.

"I'm sorry to intrude, sir, but I have a pressing matter to discuss with you." Your voice was loud, it was urgent and uncharacteristically commanding.

"Oh, uh, would you like to have this discussion in my office then?"

"No need. I'll ask you some questions and you answer them, that's all. Please."

Maybe it was the look in your eyes but his expression turned gentle and he nodded to his compatriots of whom quietly got up and left. You made yourself more comfortable in a chair across from him.

"Sir," you started quietly, "what happened on the recent away mission? Where is the crew now?"

He eyed you for a few uncomfortably silent seconds. You felt like crawling out of your skin because of his stare.

"Nothing happened, Lieutenant. You were the only one who went berserk. Are you feeling alright?" Hostility barked in his eyes but his voice was cream and honey.

"What? But Leonard was screaming, he-"

"They returned safely. All. Of. Them. Understood?" He was suddenly standing, his tall and broad shoulders blocking out the light. A shadow cast over the whole room. So silent. So dead. You got up, meeting his stare.

"I will find the truth." You declared. He was silent. Eyes hard. Jaw clenched. It was easy to miss it, the minuscule details. Where his forehead creased and his muscles bulged and turned red from strain. Was this anger or something else?

-

The silence of your quarters was so much better than the silence of the rest of the ship. It was honey like and warm. You marched to your bed and stripped off your uniform to let the blanket of quiet envelop you. Serene and peaceful.

But not for long.

The sound of the door opening had you sitting up, peering into the hall from your open bedroom door. Footsteps walked around a bit. Some items were being lifted and put down in the small kitchen.

*Thud*

They dropped something. The footsteps continued. You got up and peered around the corner to see a tall shadowy figure and the figure had... pointy ears.

"Commander Spock?"

He walked faster, meeting you face to face.

"Ah, Lieutenant (Y/L/N). How are you feeling?" No emotion in his face as per usual. But his hair was disheveled.

"What are you doing in here? How did you get in at all?" Maybe he didn't see the bags under your eyes or sense the aggression in your voice.

"We are still uncertain how the spider-device might have affected you, it's important we investigate."

"Spock what happened. Just tell me. No one is telling me anything." You stalked close to him, pushing him back against the wall. Exasperated, you waited for him to say something. He furrowed his brows and studied your face. His breath stopped, you could no longer feel it against your skin. The hall wasn't dark but it wasn't well lit and the walls were a dark grey. He looked foreign but not alien. Spock was different. Like Jim and Giotto.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." He pushed you back and walked down the hall to the door.

You stood still, watching him flee from the situation. At this rate you wouldn't ever find out what had happened. But you knew that just now, you were close. So, so close.

But that was the issue wasn't it? You were so close and you weren't pressing the issue hard enough. All the clues were coming together, all the evidence. And if you couldn't get the information from someone's lips, you would get it some other way.

When the door closed you went for a hot shower, suddenly realizing you were naked the whole time but not really caring enough to become flustered, and replaying everything that had happened since you woke up. It all started with guilt. The overwhelming amount of guilt that had forced you awake and then made you inspect the engineering room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about Scotty or the room. Next you were called to the bridge. Jim and Spock made you swallow a robot thing. And that, that's it, wasn't it? That's the issue. You took it. You trusted them. Maybe you didn't see it before but it was clear now. Jim and Spock were acting strange then as well and it only got worse. That stupid little spindly device.

*Find it!* you screamed to yourself. Find the damn thing that seems to be the underlying cause of all your pain today. You let the hot water drown you in the shower for awhile longer, enjoying the constant drumming if water on tile. Closing your eyes and just, breathing. Tonight, you would find the device.

-

End of part 2

[berliozthesecond]

1973 Ford XB Falcon GT "Mad Max 2" (AutoArt 1:18)

The history of cinema is filled with cars that have proven both lastingly memorable and iconic in the realms of popular culture. The DeLorean time machine from "Back to the Future" and Ecto-1 from "Ghostbusters," the Dodge Challenger of "Vanishing Point" and the Mustang/Charger duo in "Bullitt," the Volkswagen Bug in the "Herbie" series of movies and the mean Plymouth Fury in "Christine," to name just a few. But no list like this would ever be complete without the inclusion of Max Rockatansky's customised Ford XB Falcon "Pursuit Special" or "Black-on-Black" as seen in the first two "Mad Max" films (the oft-used "Interceptor" name is a misappropriation from a line of dialogue from the second movie). Nobody had any idea just how incredibly successful George Miller's original low-budget dystopian movie about a cop trying to stay sane in a society barely holding itself together, with the loss of his family ultimately driving him to a road of personal vengeance at the movie's climax, would become. Not only was it the most profitable film in Australia's history (no doubt helped by the movie's shoestring budget), but also made Miller and star Mel Gibson into celebrities. Thus a sequel was not long in coming, this time saddled with a much bigger budget, and changing the aesthetics away from a dystopian future to that of a post-apocalyptic Western with cars and filled with gangs fighting over scraps of gasoline to keep their machines still moving.

With an established distributor, it was no surprise that the sequel also proved even more successful, with the movie re-titled abroad as "The Road Warrior" to mitigate the possibility of confusion over a sequel whose first part many had not even known of due to problems with the original's distribution. Thus it was this second movie that also ended up being many people's first touch with Mad Max and solidified the franchise's aesthetic for all the future films, with humanity's descent into a tribal post-society a marked characteristic that subsequently left many bewildered over how different the first movie in this series truly was when seeing it out of sequence the way so many did. Of course, with so much focus on high octane action and souped-up cars, the hero car had to be something truly distinctive. Beginning in the mid-1960s, Australia's car manufacturers had increasingly began to take on to the rising muscle car wars that were sweeping across the United States by pushing out their own, increasingly original home-made alternatives. By the turn of the 1970s, Australia was already home to several manufacturers who had taken the lead from their American examples and forged their own path that was entirely their own and wholly successful even when the muscle car days were drawing to a close in the States.

Ford Australia was one of the big ones at this and particularly their steady appropriation of the humdrum compact Falcon into a brawny performance machine saw its apex when they introduced the third generation XA Falcon in 1970.Though the Falcon continued to exist in more modest forms as well, it could be tickled up significantly with a range of V8 engines, including the 351 Cleveland, that were mostly made in Australia now as well. The XA, however, didn't last very long and was supplanted by the face-lifted XB model in 1973, which gave it an increased muscular style over its predecessor. For the film, director Miller and producer Byron Kennedy acquired a white '73 Falcon GT, which was then modified by the Melbourne-based customising firm Graf-X with added wheel flares, spoilers both on the roof and the rear deck, and a "Concord" nosecone and air dam designed by Peter Arcadipane, who also supplied similar nose kits for other customers to install on the XA and XB Falcons. The most notable feature was the installation of a fake Weiand supercharger over the engine, which on film could be engaged through a switch on the gear shifter, but which in reality was operated simply by a separate electric motor giving the impression of functionality.

After filming was done, the blower and the exhaust pipes were removed when the car was sold by the filmmakers to pay off debts, but by the time the sequel came about, it was re-purchased to continue its role in the production. By that time the original blower had disappeared and was thus replaced with a new one (hence it's not quite the same as in the first movie), the air dam underneath was removed for better ground clearance, and the rear was equipped with two large gas tanks on top of the car being re-painted and weathered to show off the effects of years of hard use and robust repairs. In addition, a second car was also acquired and modified for the sequence when the car gets rolled down a hill and blown up, leaving the original still intact. Once the movie was completed, the "Last of the V8 Interceptors" sat for a few years in a wrecker yard before being again found and then restored by a man named Bob Fursenko for touring in various locations, the Falcon subsequently finding its home at the Cars of the Stars Museum in England. Today the original car is located at the Dezer Car Museum in Miami.

On the model side of things, the Pursuit Special was until 2007 effectively only available through hard-to-find plastic model kits or conversion kits, which left many enthusiasts at times needing to work out their own custom conversions in place of more official releases. However, a change to that came in late 2007 when the precision model company AutoArt unleashed the above 1:18 reproduction of the Mad Max 2 car for what was to become an influx of other subsequent offerings of the Mad Max cars over the following years, likely also helped by the release of the long-in-development "Mad Max: Fury Road" in 2015 that helped revitalise interest in the franchise. Based on the old Biante moulds, that have for years now provided high quality 1:18 models of various Australian muscle Falcons, including the XA, XB and XC coupes, it is interesting that it took so long for an actual MM variant to come out, but the wait was certainly worth it. As said, the body is clearly using the already existing stock Biante shell on which a spoiler near the rear of the roof and side flares have been attached to. These admittedly smell more like shortcuts for them to not be forced to re-craft the old moulds for these additions, but neither do they look so bad as to be truly disappointing and the fitting of these additional component are clean and tight, though the spoiler doesn’t sit quite as snuggly as one would hope.

The body is flawlessly painted all in black, with the main portion being in gleaming gloss black and the bottom skirts featuring some satin black that noticeably wraps itself upwards before the rear wheel arc towards the remnants of the rear spoiler (hence the car's alternate name "Black-on-Black"), while there is also a similarly matt black streak running across the hood in the style of American GT accent striping. Now this being the Mad Max 2 version, the body has been customised to meet the details of that film. The bottom air dam of the "Concorde" custom nosepiece (the biggest modification done to the body) is accurately missing, while the tires and wheels of course are fat and wide Goodriches, perfectly suitable for usage on "badly" kept roads where endurance counts, and are also accurately mismatched from one another front and rear. The entire backside of the car is dominated by the two, huge gas tanks that take up the entire boot area and go all the way through the old rear window frame, both sturdily strapped in with a fastener. The fitting of the doors is perfect with no ugly cracks taking away from the look of the body and neither door is left popping out due to poor fit. The doors themselves have been realistically hinged with smaller low-swing hinges, a truly positive trait that has taken hold with precision scale models over those older bulky dog leg hinges of yesteryears. Lights are also realistic and well detailed from the red/orange/red taillights, the smaller sidelights and the square Falcon XC front lights hidden behind the gold-coloured, striped mask covers, making the front end look like the headpiece of a knight's helmet.

Taking a look inside the engine compartment, we get to see the fully detailed 351 Cleveland V8 engine with all wiring, labels and other details you'd expect to see under the hood, all of it capped off with the huge blower sitting atop the engine block. In fact, no matter how hard you peer down into the engine compartment, the same attention to detail will continuously make you notice new gratifying things in its striving for authenticity. The interior itself is likewise detailed, though the insides of the car are stripped very bare of any additional material, apart from a heavy roll bar that has been added behind the driver's seat. The dash, as expected, features detailed meters and gauges (including a huge fuel gauge sadly showing a very low amount of guzzoline on board), while the gear shifter with the red supercharger activation switch attached to the side is of course also there. As per the film, the passenger seat has been removed and in its place is a sideways doggy seat attached to the door, leaving the interior considerably more barren than what the original Mad Max car would have been like. The underside is also decently enough detailed, the most noticeable component being the exhaust pipes that branch off into four separate flutes and shoot out from both sides of the car between the doors and the rear wheel arches. A nice detail is also the little explosive device strapped near the rear of the car for that little additional bit of film accuracy.

In line of that, the model comes with a number of little accessories that include a spare wheel surrounded by a chain, two jerry cans, two machetes (one housed on the driver's side door and one underneath the car beside the bomb), and a brown box of Dinki-Di dog food, complete with two separate cans that are accurate right down to the little doggy face on them. And to complete the car, Max's faithful "dog" is also included, though seeing as I can't seem to find my own, he must have wandered off into the wastleland. A point of contention may be the spotless paintjob considering the decided wear apparent on the movie car, but AutoArt later also issued a variant version with added grime and mud applied to it for those wanting closer film verisimilitude, along with one that has a detachable front end to simulate the damage the car sustains in the film’s beginning. I originally ordered this from Japan in 2007 at a rather reasonable 95 Euro cost considering current AutoArt models (including their new MM1 Pursuit Special) now sell for well over 200 Euro new, so on today's market the price that I paid would now be an absolute steal. This model itself is based on the replica car built by Gordon Hayes, which has led some to complain about inaccuracies that then were also replicated on the model, but this is an ultimate nitpicker hang-up really to not pay any mind to in face of such a hugely well crafted scale model. This particular one may be a bit hard to find today seeing its limited edition nature and being a good 10 years old now, but it is certainly a keeper if it ever comes your way.

Final rating: 5/5