March of the Misfired Minions
A Toy Photo Adventure of Boneheads and Blunders
Welcome to another ridiculous romp from the realm of plastic and prophecy! In this toy photography fantasy adventure, the ominous Black Falcon leads his undead skeleton minions toward the fabled Cave of Echoing Secrets—where power, mystery, and… butterflies await. Featuring figures from the Four Horsemen’s Graveyard Skeletons and “The Worst Ultimates” line, this photo story blends epic stakes with comic blunders. If you’ve ever wondered what happens when a boneheaded minion gets distracted on the battlefield, this one’s for you.
Curious about the figures used in this photo story? Check out the links for Four Horseman Graveyard Skeletons and Super 7’s The Worst Ultimates Black Falcon.
Black Falcon marched with undead precision, his orange armor blazing like fire in the morning sun. At his side clattered his loyal skeleton guard—silent, relentless, and bound by dark sorcery.
All except one.
While the others advanced menacingly toward the Cave of Echoing Secrets, the skeleton on the far left pointed dramatically at a butterfly. “Look, boss!” it rasped. “It’s blue!”
Black Falcon didn’t flinch, but the corner of his jaw twitched beneath his bone-faced helmet. The other skeletons groaned without lungs. “Gary…” one muttered.
They approached the cave, where the legendary Stavros waited, cloaked in myth and shadow. The air trembled with power—what lay inside could rewrite destiny. Black Falcon raised his molten blade, casting a long, sinister shadow.
Behind him, Gary the skeleton tripped over a rock and collapsed in a bony heap. “I meant to do that!”
“Focus,” Black Falcon hissed.
“Right! Cave of secrets. Echoes. Power. Totally serious now,” Gary saluted with a detached hand.
As the horde advanced into the yawning mouth of the cave, only one thing was certain: the battle for ultimate power would be fierce… and slightly ridiculous.
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