So yesterday, I attended Mad Monster Party, a rockin' horror convention here in North Carolina. It's definitely the grandest, most opulent (???) con that I can call local. I suppose most fans go to these things to meet certain celebrities and nab exorbitantly priced autographs, but with few exceptions, I go to buy stuff I don't need. It's a tale as old as time. What's that saying? A fool and his money are about to part ways? Yeah, that's me. I'm the fool. You can see my haul below.
I always forget to take pictures during these situations. Clearly, I wasn't in the mood for photo ops, but Devon was cool enough to take a picture for free. I did meet Darcy the Mail Girl, and unlike the last time, I managed to say intelligible words to her. Small victories!
Taken just before I was powerbombed through a table.
Random clown!
Creepy dude on stilts.
My comic book haul.
My movie (and wrestler) haul.
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