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In a desperate bid to appeal to an alternate-universe version of myself in which the arrested development has taken on a kind of chronic, consumeristic fever pitch, someone has dreamed up and brought to reality G.I. JOE vs. TRANSFORMERS, featuring GI Joes and even some robot Janes. I was enthralled with the revamped GI Joe line when they went from the 12" figures to the small, micronaut scale figures. I never got into Transformers; I thought they were a rip-off of the Japanese mecha that I was watching from age 6. (linked via Seiburtron, though I have no idea how I ended up there)

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  1. Sasquatchua5/11/2006 12:37 AM

    I hate to say it, but there was a Joe / TF crossover comic in the 80's that was a 3 or 4 issue miniseries. I think I may still have a couple issues from it.

    And the female autobot was introduced with the movie like 20 years ago - her name is Arcee, and if you want to truly witness dork epilepsy I'm sure you can find some pornographic renderings of her if you look hard enough.

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  2. bwana5/11/2006 9:22 AM

    I'm pretty sure that's the series they're revamping in the article to which I linked.

    And I will avoid looking for Arcee fanfics, slashfics, and fan art.

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