Withdoll Egon Unboxing Impulse Buying a Doll I Almost Wanted

​Ah, the siren song of a good deal. It calls to us from the digital depths of Mercari, promising fleeting joy and, in my case, a doll. Not just any doll, mind you, but a Withdoll Egon in “real skin.” Was it the elf version I truly desired? No, but when a price is right, my desires become remarkably... flexible. Priorities, you know?

​🧊 Fresh Out of the Bubble Wrap

This Egon arrived in a state of pristine, almost alarming newness. Its various limbs, still encased in their original, unviolated bubble wrap, whispered tales of a life unlived, a display shelf ungraced (as it will probably, most likely, tragically remain). ​It’s almost a shame to open them, like disturbing a tomb, but I have resin hoarding needs to satisfy. 📦
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🤢 Sanded with Disappointment: The New UV Resin

Now, for the main event: the resin. Withdoll's new UV resin. Let me tell you, it's an experience. Imagine the texture of chalk, the resilience of a stale biscuit, and the general vibe of disappointment. It's not smooth; it's like it's been lightly sanded with the broken dreams of a thousand sculptors. It's dry and feels brittle, and it's making me question my entire existence as a resin enthusiast. My older Withdoll body feels perfectly fine.
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📸 My Camera’s Bipolar Breakdown

Fair warning: my phone has decided the world needs a new color palette every three seconds. One minute Egon looks like he’s suffering from a severe sunburn; the next, he’s a ghastly, undead grey. It’s not the doll; it’s just my technology having a literal meltdown in real-time. Just look at the resin and pray for my shutter.
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"Get a Google Pixel," they whispered, like a cult promising salvation. "The cameras are the pinnacle of mobile technology," they lied. What they conveniently failed to mention is that the Pixel has the emotional stability of a Victorian ghost. 😭 It insists on tinting my entire reality a miserable, freezing BLUE, only to pivot to a new color scheme in the next frame because consistency is apparently for people who aren't dead inside. I miss my LG phone.

🦴 Rib Cage Creaks & Joint Trauma

​I’m just going to say it: I miss the underboob joint. It had personality. It had flare. This new rib cage joint feels like a massive downgrade. It creaks with the quiet despair of a thousand tiny bones. Between that and the hip joints—which make the doll look like it’s perpetually unsure about the physics of sitting down—I’m not exactly "vibing" with the engineering here.

👺 Hoarder Relapse

The real tragedy? Within days of buying this, Withdoll announced a 40% off sale. Naturally, because I have the self-control of a caffeinated squirrel, I bought more. Much more. My bank account is currently a barren wasteland.

And speaking of hoarding, Dollpamm just unleashed their new Goblin Girls, and my primitive, acquisitive brain wants one desperately. But alas, my doll budget for the year has not just been met; it’s been obliterated. ​😭​💸
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Was it worth it? Kind of. She’s still a gorgeous Withdoll, even if she feels like a chalkboard, and my financial advisor is currently screaming into a pillow (if I actually had one).

​Till next time, may your resin be smooth and your impulse buys be slightly better timed. Or not. Who really cares anyway?