Now I might be a geek, no denying it, but there's something terrifying about expos, cons and whatnot. It's the cosplayers I think, that strange little army of oddballs so obsessed with their chosen game, anime or manga that they feel the need to express their love through the medium of dressing up. Like a massive tit.
It wouldn't be so bad if they could do it properly, as some cosplay can look VERY good indeed. Omi Gibson is internet famous for being hot and good with a needle and thread, and she can seemingly become any character she chooses.
Unfortunately, it's not all tidy oriental ladies in skimpy clothes. No, there's a certain type of cosplayer who always chooses the wrong character for their face and body, and that cosplayer is the fat chick. No offence meant to larger ladies, I'm not exactly Jonny Depp whippet thin myself, but I have the sense not to go outside as Mark from BotP, dressed head to toe in skin tight white leather and boots.
These girls don't seem to inhabit the same reality as the rest of us, for some reason thinking that their portliness will be hidden by dressing up as Jill Valentine, or that their flabby rolls will be transformed into sexy curves with the donning of a Felicia getup. Human eyes should not be forced to endure this. Do they not have any friends to tell them they look fucking awful?
It's not just girls either, blokes seemingly have no qualms about dressing up as a character they can never hope to emulate too...
Ah well, each to their own I suppose, but the fact is I'm gonna be stuck in an exhibition hall with these crazies, so i can't be held responsible for taking pics and mocking you mercilessly next week. You nutters.
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