From the east they came... Long-haired wildmen, some with beards thickest about the neck area, bearing strange long boxes filled with their curious pictographic literature and detailed figurines of legendary heroes. Curious beings in elaborate garb and finery modeled from animated cinema orginating across the Pacific appeared in droves, some seeking not so much to witness the spectacle forming, so much as become the spectacle. From the North and East, South, and West... From all reaches of the globe they descended upon my coastal city like the Dothraki Horde. Artisans and merchants sold their wares in the grand hall. With them came the illusionists from the glittering, decadent metropolis to the North, seeking inspiration for their next work or an audience for their latest spectacle. For 4 days and 4 nights the festival continued and the City on the Coast pulsed with excitement. At the end of the fourth day, the festival ended and the curious visitors departed, some to far off lands, some to their normal lives within the city itself. As the doors to the grand hall closed, some already began counting the days until the next year, when it would all begin again.
I've always been a fantasy writer at heart.
Comic Con is here again. Pictures are coming... If it hadn't been for villainy, this would be my 15th comic-con in a row, but circa 2000 or 2001 some foolish manager decided I didn't need the day off. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. Of course not. That would be awful. I hate liver. It tastes like its been used to filter blood toxins or something.
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