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All 02 Dusty.

This figure started out as one of those sickly green new-sculpt Dusty's. I totally forgot that I even owned this figure since I only bought the 2-pack that he came in to get the repainted Shock Viper. When I'd opened the pack I just tossed this guy across the room and into the closet (literally). So I was quite surprised when I stumbled upon this guy yesterday when I was getting parts for my sniper customs. Since I had absolutely no desire to keep or own the figure, I decided to give him a paint job since it didn't matter whether I screwed him up or not and I wanted to try out some things and the figure made for a great guinea pig. Anywho, long story short, I ended up liking how he turned out so I decided to keep him. I made him into a new desert specialist for the Joe team since Dusty is dead in my world. He took a while to finish but I think he looks great.

Dingo is an Australian commando known in over ten countries as an expert on all things desert. He's traveled the globe numerous times, always hunting for a new hot spot. His preferred hot spots aren't the troubled areas torn asunder by fighting, but the deserts of the world. He's more at home in the desert - alone with harsh the climate - than he is in a major metropolis. He considers air conditioning a mortal sin and nothing drives him to ground quicker then a rain storm. If it's not hot and dry outside he will stay indoors underneath a sunlamp, sunning himself like a lizard on a rock. Recently the upper echelon of the G.I. Joe team determined that they needed a new desert specialist on call. Although Dingo came highly recommended the team didn't have an open roster spot, nor a desire, for a full time desert specialist. So, Dingo was placed onto the 'reserve' roster which suits him just fine as it allows him the free time he needs to romp the desert of the world.

Dingo grew up in the Australian Outback chasing Thorny Devils (an Australian Lizard) and toying with scorpions. He's at home with hot sand under his feet and a blazing sun overhead. 100 degree plus temperatures don't faze him and anything below 80 causes him to break out a sweater; He is a true "desert rat." When in the "field" he commonly refers to himself as "Sahara Pete." So far no one knows why he likes to call himself that, and whenever asked he just gets a strange half grin on his face and looks skyward with a shrug of his shoulders. Everyone is convinced that there's a story behind the name, but prying that story from his lips is proving to be a daunting task.