Ok, the cards are printed and looking pretty fly. As I took them round
Weta Workshop and touted their exclusivity, labeling them 'collectors cards,' some smart fellow misunderstood and went "are there stats on the back?"
Damnit. Now it seems that I shall (at some later stage) have to release a small series of Dead-Guy wrestling cards.
Ohhhh yeah. Wins, loses, special powers, finishing moves, their idea of the perfect date. You know, cool shit.
Anyway, card numbers 100-300 should be jet-setting their way over to London in the next week. So, if
Flameo can make it though Customs with his smuggled Dingo steaks, they might be in Soho the following week. But who knows with that guy. He may have already eaten all 200.