The ShiningFoam Armoury

What’s up Nation? Yesterday I published a video promising you an armory video (a few of you have been asking for one), and today I deliver! My Nerf collection is certainly smaller than some others, but it’s organized! :] I may be getting something else soon; if I do I’m sure you’ll find out, and if the armory changes a great deal I’ll make an update video. Hope you like it!

The Nerf Bicycles

Cost is $109.99 from Toys R Us.

When I first saw this, I thought it was a one-of-a kind made only for use as a display at the 2012 New York Toy Fair, but recently while browsing the Toys R Us site I’ve been proven quite wrong. 🙂 Below are some pictures and links to the new 2012 Nerf Bicycles. I haven’t seen too much about them, and they’re really cool if you ask me, so I thought I’d put it out there for all my wonderful Shinies to see.

The larger of the three bikes is called the Dynacraft 18″ BMX Nerf Bike, and it boasts a bright N-Strike yellow coloration with orange accents. It features full suspension (springs on the front and rear wheels to absorb shock) and even, get this, has a docking port for a Nerf Maverick REV-6. Yeah, freakin’ awesome right? I don’t know if it’ll fit the new Strongarm (I’m guessing it will), buy nearly every Nerfer has a Maverick lying around somewhere. :]

This picture comes from Vas the Stampede over at Foam From Above.

For the parents reading this, here’s a quote from a mom who already got one for her son;

“My husband said it was easy to put together. My son loves it and the shocks are helpful when we all go riding in the park. It’s a little taller than we expected. We measured other 18″ bikes and this one sits a little higher. My 6 yr has some trouble getting on but he’ll grow into it. The bright color is great for finding you child quickly. Great tires and its helpful for his transition to hand brakes to also have pedal brakes.”

Got that? This bike is best for taller kids with long legs, is made tough, so it won’t break when your little adventurer is off battling the bad guys, and is equipped with BOTH hand and peddle brakes. It also comes with training wheels to help him (or her) learn how to ride. 🙂

There’s also the 18″ Nerf BMX Bike and the 16″ Nerf Extreme Boys Bike, though they aren’t nearly as cool and don’t have suspension. They also cost about the same as the above bike and I can only seem to find them available in Europe.

JohnsonArms and the Mass Effect Blasters // N7

JohnsonArms has impressed yet again (and so soon too!) with two more pieces of his Mass Effect line of custom painted blasters. The latest additions include a Maverick REV-6 and a Recon CS-6, both with custom Mass Effect paint schemes. I especially like the scarlet red accents. 😉 Brian also gives a worn, metallic look to the blasters (and that’s a very hard trick to pull off on plastic!). Below are a few pics of some other blasters within the series.

All of Brian’s work is for sale, and he takes custom orders, so if you see something you like, or if you have an idea for your own, one of a kind blaster, send him an email at to get a quote (Also, tell him ShiningFoam sent you there!). When you walk into battle looking like Commander Shepard, or any other alien-slaying superhero, you won’t regret it.

Visit the JohnsonArms blog here.   And the Facebook Photo Gallery here.

The Tale of the Ambuscade!

Thought I’d whip up a little bed-time story for you. Enjoy!

Imagine… you are nestled under a shallow ledge outside one of the buildings on campus. Large, overgrown flowers, weeds and vines hang over the edges, making your hideout dark and cavelike, and another building towers nearby, making your territory a very narrow alleyway. This is your lair, your… feeding grounds. You can only see up to peoples knees when they walk past you, but you have a clear view of a small plaza that adjoins directly with your alleyway.

A wiry smile curls around your face as your hear the bell, tolling the end of class. People will be heading to their next lesson soon. You’ve been waiting for half an hour for this, and you’re so ready for fresh meat. Your ears twitch as a door nearby opens. Your legs tense, ready to spring… but it’s only a girl, no armband in sight. She’s with several others, all non-players, and they chat away with silly girl banter as they walk past you. You roll your eyes as you hear one of them ask how many countries will be on their next geography test, and another answers “Just one, Europe”.

The girls prance away in their ignorant delight, and just as your resettle yourself into your den, a flood of people starts washing past you. It’s like a river, thousands of students file through, two at a time, through the narrow passage. It would be perfect, if only you could see their shoulders. You curse the low-hanging ledge above your head and try to look out into the plaza, but you can hardly see anything past the million streaming legs. You force yourself to sit and wait for the flood to subside. By the time the millipede of people has gone, and you can once again see into the plaza, no one seems interested in your alleyway anymore. You sulk, and send a text to your friend hiding in an identical spot on the other side of the building. She’s had the same luck. You begin to get up, frustrated and bored of this spot that offers too little visibility.

And then you hear it… in the quieting stillness that always follows the rush between classes… footsteps. They sound frantic, out of place amidst the calm. You curiously edge nearer the border of your shadowy enclosure, and your eyes light up at what you see. It’s a boy, probably a freshman. He looks lost and scared, his eyes quickly darting between the tall buildings, trying to make out their names. You would think he was just trying to make it to class on time, simple as that, if it weren’t for one thing… a Maverick. The boy clutches a small, yellow and black blaster, a revolver notoriously known for jamming. And he has an armband too. You grin and think about rushing him… “Should I? it would be so easy” you think to yourself.

And then your heart plummets. Out of nowhere a tall muscly brute of a human strides up to the boy. He carries a Hail-Fire, the pinnacle of human weaponry. The blue blaster boasts 8 clips out of it’s belly, all drum clips of some kind. You know not to approach this blaster, you’d meet a wall of foam aimed directly at your head the second it poked out from behind the vines. You scowl at the brute from behind the safety of your shadows and strain to listen to what the two say. You can’t make it out, but then something else unexpected happens. Rather than accompany his savior, the small boy looks toward an alleyway and smiles with relief. The brute playfully pats him on the head and waves goodbye, then stalks away. The boy starts walking… towards YOUR alleyway!

You practically dance as he draws nearer, trying hard to hold your breath and not make a sound. Your muscles itch with excitement and you get ready to pounce. The boy seems to have spotted a door and is heading towards it, his guard totally down. He smiles and lets his maverick swing freely. “This… is… perfect!” you think to yourself. Five feet… four feet… three feet…

Your phone dings…

“AAAAAGGH!!!” The boy screams and fires a round at the ground, instinctively pulling the trigger. You barely have time to hear him cock the pistol before you make your move!

It’s not ideal, but it will have to do! You yell as you lunge at your victim! You feel the wind brush your arm as another dart whistles past it. You wrap your arms around the boys knees and practically drag him into your cave! “AAAAGH!! AAGHH!!!” The boy yells and whips his arms around wildly, firing darts in every direction but your own. You surround the boy in an infecting bear hug and suppress his movements until he calms down.

Darts rain down on your back, dozens of them. You hear a “clu-clink” of a reload and the onslaught continues. You also hear the yell of the brute that had run back at the sound of your tag. You roll off the boy, laughing. You lie on the ground next to him and grin as a dart thumps against your safety glasses. You bask in your now-stunned victory, and let the brute waste as many darts as he likes. You’ve done your work. You smile at the boy and, as you stand, reach out a hand to help him up. He clasps it, shaking, and looks up at you. You pat him on the shoulder and say “Welcome to the hoard brother!” ;D