Survived ConnectiCon

Last Updated on Monday, 12 July 2010 11:45 Written by Scott Wegna Monday, 12 July 2010 11:45

So just a quick check in after CC. Once again they gave Brian and I a room with only one bed and, once again, the hotel was packed with con goers, so there was no way to get another room. You’d think after four years they would change whatever note they’ve got in their records and replace the number 1, with the number 2, in the “Beds” column. Maybe they just see the love that Brian and I have been desperately fighting all these years, and are doing their part to bring us together in ways that only a man, and another man, can come together.

Or maybe they’re just dumb in the head.

As always, we met a bunch of awesome fans, and one even went so far as to present us with our very own lightning gun. It is modeled after the gun used in Vol.3 #2 -shown on the cover below. As is so often the case, Brian was flying and couldn’t lug the thing home with him, so by default it is mine. Haha. I win. you lose. ;P

While ConnectiCon is great, the Connecticut Convention Center, like so many things in CT, really sort of sucks balls. (Sorry Hartford-ites.) It’s located in an area with nothing much around it, especially in terms of good places to eat. But you can’t bring food into the convention center anyway. So fuck you, eat our disgusting, over-priced, unhealthy food for three days in a row.

I don’t know when my insides will stop trying to become my outsides, but I’ve gotten the message my body is sending; Smuggle in some real food next year. I didn’t know if I was going to throw up or shit myself when I went running this morning. Maybe both . . .

On the nerd-tip, I hooked up with a couple of guys from the Fear The Boot forums and one of them joined Brian and I for a bit of late night Con gaming. We played Pathfinder, and it was pretty much the worst RPG experience of my life. But the three of us who showed up together did our best to make it fun, and the four hour session only ended up feeling like twelve. I played an Alchemist and at the bottom of my equipment list is said I was carrying, ” . . .various and sundry intoxicants and inebriates.”

So I decided that clearly this guy must be a walking medieval meth lab, and would probably spend most of his waking hours getting as fucked up as he could. So I slurred my words and pantomimed the act of staggering around blind drunk as best I could from my seat, I spoke too loudly, and in our first fight I noticed that i had a Feat called “Throw Anything”, so rather than attacking the first monsters we met I decided this guys would just start throwing shit -his sword, his cooking pot, some rocks.

The highlight for me was my multiple failed attempts to disable a javelin trap that I spotted from across the room. I kept making bad rolls, which I attributed to my character being so fucked up that he’d pissed himself three rooms earlier and was probably considered to be legally blind at this point. Every time the javelin went off -stabbing me in the face- I would loudly and drunkenly proclaim that, no, it’s fine, I’ve got everything under control. Nothing to worry about. Right up until the point that I passed out from all the damage I was doing to myself.

As fun as those moments were though, we couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I’ll need to see if I can actually play another drunk/meth addict alchemist in a real game though. It was lots of fun.