Part I: The Fear Sets In

After spending my time bumming around Boston and searching for ninja stars in Chinatown, I had a strike of fear. The Con was 2 days away now and there was no way to turn back. My comrade Sprite of Spriteville, USA and I had earlier that morning discovered the journey alone to The Con was nearly 2 hours. We now had to purchase and pack rations of Hello Panda candy and Pocky while in Chinatown for the car trek (Unfortunately we had already ate most of the rations during the time in Boston). We were still hardly ready, but filled with excitement, good or bad, of when we'd face The Con.

I was nervous, real nervous. We had assembled over internet correspondance with other people from our comic platoon of the Comic Genesis army. Joining us at The Con entrance would be Nanda of Ugly Girl, Stinky of Head Doctors, and Tim (we just call him Tim). Our meeting time was 1200 hours on the dot, no turning back.

I tried to enjoy my time in Boston for the time being and even stumbled upon a Newbury Comics store, but there was no condolance, the store reeked of music lurkers from the underground basements and lacked actual sufficient amounts of comics that all comic book stores should have in them. I found no ninja stars in Chinatown and would be heading up against The Con in 2 days empty handed.

My detour through this city was merely to prepare myself for The Con (and to engorge tourist urges). Now with my crew, I had nothing to fear...yet.

(To be continued...)