Most of my experience with the AT-AT can be summed up in the first act of The Empire Strikes Back. Looming on the horizon, these leathargic death dealers emphasized fear over function. Moving at a snails pace, and focusing all their offense to the bow, they were wonderous to view as a child, and mostly an impractical concept as an adult.
But how could one forget the childhood desire to own the action figure? There it was in all its molded plastic glory, mocking my poverty. Damn you Kenner, you rat bastards!
Here's a fresh take on the concept, and a great one at that.
And for what it's worth, we had a Rancor. Suck on that, shattered childhood Christmas wishes!
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