Toy DNA kicked off 2025 by launching their highly anticipated Kickstarter for Wave 1 of The Cursed Dead. This line of 1:12 scale action figures feature a “modern reimagining of history’s most infamous monsters.” There aren’t many 1:12 scale horror figures on the market, so these will be a welcome addition to many a figure photographers arsenal.
From Kickstarter:
Vampires, demons, spirits, creatures, and shape-changers. Legendary horror icons all with one thing in common; these unfortunate immortals were born into the darkness, they are… THE CURSED DEAD.
A collaboration of toy industry veterans with over 50 years of combined experience, Toy DNA will be bringing you the high-quality / super-articulated action figure line of your nightmares – sure to haunt your shelves…
The Cursed Dead – WAVE 1 will consist of 9 figures (along with 2 potential STRETCH GOAL ADD-ONS that will be revealed during the campaign). There are 2 price points for the figures in WAVE 1: BASIC figures at $40 and DELUXE figures at $85 – with options to save a few dollars through different Reward bundles!
Drinker (Brood)
Before recorded history, the Brood ruled the world.
Humanity was nothing more than cattle to this super predator, but for reasons lost to time their empire collapsed, humanity ascended to live and bask in the sun as the predators hid from the light.
The surviving Brood buried themselves deep within the earth, coming up only when the bloodshed of man’s war with itself soaked the soil so deep that it awoke the sleeping hunters.
In the fog of battle, they would feed, uninhibited, only to return to the depths when the screams have faded.
They will be with us again, for as you know mankind’s desire for bloodshed is only overshadowed by his inability to learn from the past.
Those who have knowledge of these drinkers warn us to run…
Djinn
Since the early days of civilization, an elemental cosmic power has wandered the deserts granting man his every desire – lust, gold, blood – and corrupting their ambitions to exact his unspeakable cost.
Empires rose by the might of the Djinn only to collapse in violence once his magic had been spent. And so, the mystics of the ancient world imprisoned the Djinn in a cursed relic and buried it in the bare and boundless sands.
There the demon waits under the dunes of some vast foreign desert for a lost and wayward wanderer, desolate and desperate, to find the Djinn’s lamp and make a wish…
Gourdy
Gordon Bassett was a weird kid – a good kid, but weird, and the other children in town wouldn’t let him forget it. For generations, the Bassett family owned a large farm on the edge of town, but what they were really known for was their pumpkin patch. There wasn’t a man or woman in Chambless who hadn’t been going to the Bassett Ranch pumpkin patch every October since they were kids. To be a Bassett was to be local royalty, and if you’re a boy like Gordon Bassett, that is the last thing you want.
One Halloween, some of the local kids decided to skip the treats and get their tricks out on Gordon. The more he resisted them, the more cruel and violent the abuse became until they finally went too far… Gordon Basset was dead. The family was devastated, the grounds were salted with their tears, and their prayers for justice hung heavily in the air. The funeral was small, held at the family plot on the far edge of the farm.
Something happens when you work a field: the plants get to know you, they depend on you, as you come to depend on them. Maybe that’s what drew the roots from that pumpkin patch through the soil and into Gordon’s coffin, wrapping around his corpse, the vines twisting their way into his limbs…
Now, every Halloween in Chambless, when the veil is at its thinnest, wicked ol’ Gourdy returns to harvest his vengeance.
Hæt & Wragē
Daemonic brethren – ancient divine weapons of mass destruction.
Throughout history, warring tribes would pray and offer sacrifices to the old gods calling them into battle to destroy their enemies. The only way to stop the onslaught of one of the broken twins was to bring forth the other. Only when they had destroyed one another would the carnage stop.
The daemon brothers are long dead, the orbs that were created to conjure and control them lost to time… for now.
Hæt, the ripper of flesh and breaker of bones.
Wragē, the scorcher of souls and maker of ash.
When will the next misguided soul stumble upon ancient texts and attempt to summon them in their foolish quest for power…
Doctor Crane
They say that knowledge is power, but context is key… if only old Dr. Crane knew he had but part of this equation.
When the long-forgotten notebook of a mad genius came into Dr. Crane’s possession, he sought to use this knowledge to unlock the mysteries of DNA. He discovered that inside every cell contained the collected history of life from this world.
Although his experiments unlocked some mind-bending knowledge that had been lost for eons, Dr. Crane found out too late that some secrets were not meant to be told. Using his own body as test tube in an attempt to give himself invulnerability, the ability of flight, and increased stamina, he instead became the first hybrid ‘Hum-insect’.
Poor Dr Crane, remember to leave a dish of sugar-water out for him…
Doctor Scante
Doctor Bolsamore Scante was the head research scientist on Operation: Broken Windows – a program tasked with creating super soldiers for the secret military research unit: F.O.O. (Federation of Oceanic Objectives).
Scante experimented with lobster DNA and various other aquatic species creating polymers for armor in an attempt to create an inexhaustible bullet proof soldier.
In the final stages of the Piercer soldier prototype an explosion rocked the lab and disfigured the Doctor forever. Transformed into a crustacean-like monster that never sleeps, he has retained his vast intellect but now only speaks in a series of high-frequency whistles and clicks.
Now, Scante tirelessly attempts to reverse the effects of the transformation and right the wrongs of his inhuman experiments…
Krankle
Did you trick your parents to think you’re asleep?
Did you hide under the couch, to catch a peek?
All naughty children – make your peace,
Because Krankle Klaws will make you his treat!
He’ll grab you by your feet, you can’t break free,
He’ll skin you while you beg and scream,
He’ll hang all your parts from his Christmas tree!
It’s an awful sight for all who’ve seen…
So get under your covers and go to bed,
You don’t want the Krankle to scalp your head!
He’s Santa’s biggest fan,
And does the things,
That Santa can’t!
Hide your eyes,
Before he plucks them out,
You don’t want your parents to hear that awful shout!
Beware the Krankle Klaws,
Beware the Krankle Klaws!
Beware the Krankle Klaws…
Did you stay up late for someone to see?
Well you’re not getting Santa,
You’re getting me!
I’m Krankle Klaws,
Before you count to 3,
Your skin will be hung from my Christmas tree!
Close your eyes as tight as you can,
And be as still as a snowman!
If I catch you peeking, it’s to the tree,
I’m Krankle Klaws, would you like to meet me?
Wendigo
Brock Kane always wanted more. More money, more women, more food, more power, his insatiable appetite was legendary.
While on a backwoods hunting trip, an avalanche sealed him inside a secluded cave with a deer he had been tracking.
Days and weeks passed by, rescue parties tried in vain to find him, Brock was assumed dead.
But Brock survived.
He had nothing to eat but the raw, rotting meat of his kill, and nothing to drink but the oddly glowing pool of water deep within the cave. His reflection – faintly visible in the glowing pool – no longer resembled the man he once knew.
His eyes dried white with fear, his cracked lips pulled back over sharp, desperate teeth. He was face to face with his true inner spirit, overcome with the curse of an insatiable craving for flesh.
Make sure to get your orders in for Wave 1 prior to February 1, 2025 at 9:05 PM EST. Don’t forget you aren’t charged until the campaign closes successfully.
