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2012, conventions, costumes, doctor who, end of the world, lady ozma, marscon, munchkin, steampunk, zombies
Oh no, looks like someone infected Caramon with H1Z1 as well!
He might be a zombie, but I still love him.
I think I want to make a silk overcoat like this:
The fashion at conventions trumps anything from today’s designers.
Saturday night dinner at Paul’s Deli. YUM! Hello gamer friends!
Why yes, that IS the Pope of France at the head of the table!
What did I get to eat?
Lots of seafood and risotto. Yum.
And what is that? Texas toast? No, we call this Virginia Toast.
Carb Heaven. Take THAT, Texas.
Are sci-fi conventions as weird as you hear? Oh yeah. For example, we ended up with a new version of the game Hot Potato.
Hot Potato is for kids. We play Tactical Thermonuclear Explosion.
We passed this crazy and ugly Tactical Thermonuclear Explosion through eleven different people by the time I last saw it. I see this game of unwieldy and strange pass off game continuing for perpetuity henceforth!
–Lady O
Lady Ozma's Journey 