Woke up today with a mouth full of human ashes. “This shit again” I thought when i realized what it was. No time to really shower so I just coughed some of the ashes on my hands and gave myself a good rubdown, having seen certain small animals do it the same way only with sand or gravel. So far as I know, that’s what happened to Kratos.

I always walk into the convention hall the same way, wearing headphones and listening to music that bolsters my nerve for the start of the day. I think of it as a kind of Flight of the Valkyries scene from Apocalypse Now, only it’s a sea of Comicon-goers running in terror before me at the sound of whatever I have blasting out. Only real difference is that I always have to remind myself that nobody else can hear what’s coming out of my headphones, but only after grabbing someone out of the crowd and yelling “DO YOU HAVE NO FEAR, CHILD? I AM A HELICOPTER, GODDAMMIT!”

Alright, time to get moving.