First I lose my convention badge, then some drunk gal steps on my cape, tearing it. I trip, cut-up my knee, and stagger into a table that someone has left their drink on. The drink falls all over my suit. Fortunately it was just at this moment that I should run into my good friend Count Olaf.
Dragon*Con XIX, Atlanta, Georgia, 3rd—6th of Septembre, 2005 abluehat

Went down to Georgia, looking for a soul to steal.
Saturday, 4 February, 2006 1:09