Our last full day consisted of going around looking at the bits which we hadn't yet seen, such as the huge games room full of people playing with miniature models. We also met Don Perrin and Margaret Weis of WC CCG fame who were kind enough to sign our Mr. Kat cards. It was also the day of the costume contest, and although we couldn't attend in person, we were able to watch the show from the hotel room. That along with the destruction finished the day nicely.
Byydo: I'd make a Death/Red Dragon/Hannibal Lector joke here, but it's way too easy.
Monee: "Get thee to a tanning bed!" Man, nice flash right off the arm.
ChrisReid: Sometimes it looks like Tye's head is falling into his shirt.
Joe: Monnee, your man is shrinking.
Byydo: While LOAF and Hades feast, SECRET NINJA STALKS THE SHADOWS!
ChrisReid: About five minutes later that Dairy Queen breakfast really hit hard.
Joe: That's, "HOMO SECRET NINJA," Byydo.
Hades: Death got conned in to taking a photo of ninja-person.
ChrisReid: Yeah, it was all fun and games for us.. but I felt really bad for the Holy Grail actor guy all suited up in armor to the right of this picture. He had like one guy show up for an autograph while ten of us waited in the Weis/Perrin mob.
Hades: Don Perrin likes Mr. Kat too.
Byydo: That's the angriest-looking lightsaber salesman I've ever seen.
Weasel: Smile for the camera!
ChrisReid: Those were actually really well done.. and expensive.
Joe: Buy my wares, you little dweeb!
Byydo: THE BIG GULP STANDS ALONE.
Weasel: This appears to be a picture of the gaming room. Exciting, isn't it?
ChrisReid: And this was only half.. the other half of the room had things like War Hammer, Mage Knight and Mech Warrior.
Joe: "Wargame-Geek news time....42:50"
Byydo: CHRIS REID STANDS ALONE, EXCEPT FOR A LARGE SUPPORT POLE.
Monee: You can't tell, but Chris is actually holding the entire room up.
ChrisReid: This is that other half.. more like other third.
Joe: ChrisReid and his PEEPS!
Byydo: This is just an excuse for people to use those little pushy things to Napoleon their units around on the table.
Weasel: This picture needs little plastic robots.
ChrisReid: All those little ant things on the map are actually tanks and stuff.
Joe: And if you touch any of them, that bald guy tells his mom!
Hades: Look at all those white flags. Must be recreating a French battle.
Byydo: You know, any sculpter attempting to capture Cthulhu's likeness would surely go mad at the first glimpse of his tentacled visage.
Joe: I think it's a nice sculpter....although it loses some of it's menacing characteristics, when that 5-year-old is looking cooler than me!
Byydo: Uh-oh. Wait... Poliwhirl? Mr. Kat? Tentacles? Why is this the perfect #Wingnut shirt collection?
Weasel: I think we all know which shirt Chris was really taking a picture of.
Death: And to think all I got was a couple of dragon-related shirts... I
feel downright "normal" in comparison. Scary thought, that.
Weasel: Mr. Kat is watching you...
Monee: Remember the receipt for that? "Teddy Bear?! Uhhh..."
Joe: I secretly wanted to steal that shirt from Hades!
Joe: That's why Hades was so excited about his Mr. Cat shirt...apparently, they don't have color T-Shirts in England.
Death: I suppose that view of Americans is about as accurate as Americans'
view of the British from Austin Powers...
Byydo: Devourer of the Heavens!
Weasel: There you have it, folks. This is proof that Death was, in fact, at Dragon*Con 2002.
Monee: Notice the fact that Death is NOT in his car by this point.
LOAF: Heh, you can see Death's Dragon in the background.
ChrisReid: I don't think we've properly told the story of death and day 1 yet. See, Death was driving to Atlanta. He was supposed to arrive around noon on day one. We got periodic cell phone updates about him getting nearer and nearer to ground zero. Finally around one he was within a mile or so of the hotels, but he was doubleparked or something and had to go move his car after he checked in. Like a freakin hour later we get a call that he's lost in the maze of one way streets in downtown Atlanta. Another hour later he's still lost! We really don't understand what the hell he's doing and how it's taken all afternoon to find a parking space. An hour or two later we get in touch with him again and he's on the freeway or out in the boonies somewhere. For the next hour or ninety minutes or so Tye and Monee try to talk him back in the general direction of Atlanta. After all that he finally gets back to our general area and phones in that he's practically driving by the hotel as we spoke. And then an hour later he was still trying to find the hotel. At the end of this ordeal, like nine unbelievable hours later, he finally finds some spot to stick his car and hike over to our hotel. He didn't even make it to the Holiday Inn lot. It was insane.
Death: I could defend myself, but that's so much more effort than setting my
attack dragon on all y'all's asses. But it was seven hours, dammit, not nine.
Hades: At one point Death was parked at the local hospital which was visible from our hotel. That was about two hours before he finally arrived.
Byydo: Black-eyed Celestial Tyrant!
Joe: Hel-LO LADIES!
Byydo: I'm running out of things to say.
Monee: Is that a thumbs up, or are you scratching your 'pit?
ChrisReid: Our lamp shade is pretty messed up.
Joe: Chris has weird ears.
Byydo: You still here?
Joe: First I take names....THEN I kick ass!
Death: Monee: "Do you really want that beating I promised Tye,
Byydo: STOP LOOKING AT ME!
Weasel: Chris is terrifyingly photogenic.
Monee: Hell, Chris. You're prettier than I am. That's scary.
LOAF: Don't feel bad... nobody can compete with Chris' wiley feminine charms. And
by "nobody" I don't mean Death.
Joe: "Gameboy Gives Great Gladness....details at 11."
Byydo: I'm confused.
Monee: Oh, no. One un-neutered catbus. Loaf, you probably warped your sister's mind.
LOAF: My sister loved her catbus and her bootlegged videos, thank you very much.
Byydo: Chris's insta-camera prescient awareness terrifies me. I bet he even smiles for Keyhole Satellite pics.
Monee: Notice the gameboy dueling in the background. How did we all live without them?
Death: Some of us had to. Not me for next DC, though. Though, my m@d WCP sk1llz are probably rusty as hell after a year of Jumpgate's pseudo-Newtonian physics...
Hades: Next year we need to have at least two simultaneous 4 player WCP games going.
ChrisReid: And we can have at least one hooked up to a TV. And we can take a picture of everyone next to the TV for the 2003 photo gallery. Mark my words!
Weasel: Enter the Garritys.
ChrisReid: There's a good shot of the air vent where I stuck a fractured Freespace CD.
Joe: Why do I look like Jim Ignotowski from 'Taxi'?
Death: Chris: "Quick, Weasel, hide the Star Wars fanboy body while they're not distracted."
Byydo: Oh yeah? WELL WHO'LL BE SMILING IN 40 YEARS WHEN YOU'VE GOT LUNG CANCER? Oh wait, they'll have cured cancer by then. Nevermind.
Joe: The cigarette draws your eyes away from my ever-increasing-Adam West STOMACH!
Monee: We really need the "I'm with Stupid ------>" shirts.
Joe: Which way would they point?....sorry.
Death: Dammit, Joe, you took my comment.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. We all said our goodbyes, and went our separate ways. Chris, LOAF and Weasel flew home. Joe and Paula drove home. Tye and Monee stayed at home since they live in the state anyway. Death went to see robots get smashed up before driving home. Hades stayed behind and got stuck in the middle of the terrifying National Baptist's Association of America convention since he screwed up and booked his flight for the next day.
Byydo: Oh... This explains it. So who ordered the tentacle shirt?
Weasel: Having the coolest shirts in the world apparently isn't enough to make some people smile.
LOAF: My Poliwhirl shirt rules! I've only worn it to see Pokemon 4 since then,
Joe: Ladies and gentlemen...the world's stupidest bank-robber disguises!
Weasel: I wonder if this guy realizes that he's got a paper airplane stuck to the side of his head.
ChrisReid: These photos need to be sized down some.
Joe: That is the lamest battle-bot I've ever seen.
Hades: Is that trolley a robot?
ChrisReid: It's a rolley.
Joe: Don't stand there in disbelief...you LOST, FAT-ASS!
ChrisReid: At this point the show needs a real robot. That giant black mechanoid with the spotlights to the right of the image would do nicely.
ChrisReid: Why are there so many pictures of this?
Joe: Professional Robot-Warriors bring their hot babes for pre-round intimidation.
Byydo: You know, I'm no architect, but shouldn't you raise the audience over the stadium rather than the other way around? You know, so they can actually see what the tiny robots are doing?
Joe: Did the announcers steal LOAF's wardrobe?
Death: For the record, the chick who's back is facing my camera threatened
bodily harm to the announcer, about 10 seconds after I took the
picture. She was a mean one.
ChrisReid: It's easier to do nothing than figure out which picture to delete.
Weasel: Wow. Nice outfit.
LOAF: "And the award for having your legs attached to your abdomen backwards goes
LOAF: Hey, someone took a picture of the back of a hippie on a pool table. Way to
LOAF: Chris actually took this picture from the outside of the airplane.
Joe: ChrisReid: "I'm telling you...there's a MAN-ON-THE-WING!"
Death: "Man, I wonder how many people a glob of spit would kill after falling
from this height?"
On to Sacrificing Sci-fi Games