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25 Days Of Blogging Day 12: Cosplay: A Quick Rundown

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WHAT IS COSPLAY?
Cosplay, using the combination of the words “costume” and “play”, is the performance art in which people (or cosplayers) wear costumes and fashion items modeled after a specific character from movies, anime, manga, TV series, books, comics, Western animation, and etc.

The term “cosplay” was coined by movie producer Nobuyuki Takahashi after he attended the 1984 World Science Fiction Convention (or Worldcon) in Los Angeles.

The following is an excerpt from Brian Ashcraft’s and Luke’s Plunekett book’s Cosplay World on how Takashi came up with the word “cosplay”:

“In the 1970s, Japanese college students began dressing up as manga and anime characters. These young people had grown up on a steady diet of comics and cartoons, and when they attended manga and anime conventions (as well as school and university festivals), going in character was, as in the West, a way to express fandom.

Sci-fi conventions had existed in Japan since the 1960s, but in 1975 Comic Market (aka Comiket) launched, creating a venue for self-published comics. It was a fan convention and, in this environment, what would become cosplay in Japan started to flourish. There was already a Japanese term to express the concept of dressing up: kasou (仮想).

However, the word carried a nuance of disguise and didn’t quite capture the spirit of what cosplay had become. In the West the word ‘masquerade’ could be used to refer to costuming, but when Takahashi and some university friends tried to translate ‘masquerade’ into Japanese for a magazine article they were writing, it sounded ‘too noble and old fashioned’. According to Takahashi, ‘We needed to find another way to express the concept.’

Various terms were floating around. ‘We had heard the English word “costume” and seen events with names like “Costume Show”, “Kasou Show”, “Hero Play” and whanot,’ says Takahashi. In Japanese, English and other foreign words are often combined and/or shortened, for brevity’s sake. For example, the Japanese for ‘remote control’ – rimooto kontorooru – is shortened to rimokon. ‘So we started to think of different combinations,’ Takahashi says. ‘Finally, we came up with “cosplay”.’ The term was a portmanteau of ‘costume’ and ‘play’. It was perfect.”

Source: https://kotaku.com/where-the-word-cosplay-actually-comes-from-1649177711

WORD ORIGIN OF COSTUME:
Early 18th century: From French and Italian costume ‘custom, fashion, habit”. From Latin consuetudo, which means custom or useage

WORLD ORIGIN OF PLAY:
Old English pleg(i)an ‘to exercise’, plega ‘brisk movement’, related to Middle Dutch pleien ‘leap for joy, dance’.

HOW DID I DISCOVER COSPLAY?

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G4 Tech TV’s G-Phoria 2003 award show:
One day in 2004, I came home from summer high school to discover that my dad brought new channels on the cable box – G4 being one of them.  The first show on G4 was G-Phoria 2003 award show (in preparation for the 2004 live show). Never seen an award show for video games, so I sat down and watched.  After a few gaming presentations, there was for Kingdom Hearts – featuring cosplayers doing a skit based on a scene from the game (One of them in black face. Dunno how they let that one slide on TV).

After that, they brought out around 15-20 cosplayers on the stage, each posing and showcasing their costumes and props.  I never seen this kinda shit before.  I never knew people made costumes based off fictional characters for fun.  Went online and saw that people cosplay at conventions and how there were anime cons all over America were people do the shits.  I was blow away to say the least.  It made me wanted to go to conventions.

…and then I played a romhack of Final Fantasy 6 (FF3 in  the USA) called “Awful Fantasy 3” where the romhackers made fun of cosplayers, the art of cosplay, and how cosplayers  are highly immature and love causing drama  at conventions.

Thanks Something Awful for that reality check. I never went to a convention since.

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A Relm cosplayer kills her unwanted baby during a cosplay skit in Awful Fantasy 3

 

WHO COSPLAYS?
People of all races, backgrounds, nationality, and ages cosplays.  From Teenagers wearing their first store-brought cosplay online to 20 and 30 something professional cosplayers who craft their own cosplays from hands and brought shame and embarrassment to their family, to even old ladies in wheelchairs rockin’ schoolgirl uniforms, everyone cosplays.  No matter how old or young, people cosplay. And they cosplay whoever they want to.

Now, you do have those in the cosplay community who think certain people shouldn’t cosplay (i.e.; racist white elitists cosplayers who think dark skin and Black people shouldn’t cosplay as Asian people even though these white boys and girls are cosplaying as Asian characters), but that’s a topic for another day where I make low-self-esteem having  racist cosplayers by attacking their insecurities rooted from childhood until they commit suicide by blowing their brains out in their Sailor Moon or Goku cosplays.

WHERE CAN YOU COSPLAY?
Well, you can cosplay anywhere, but keep in mind that cosplaying outside of convention events will mark you as a weird ass socially awkward  idiot unaware of social cues. With that said, the world is your backdrop for your cosplays.  Go dress as Marisa Kirisame from Touhou high off shrooms in the woods.  On casual Fridays at the gig do homage to Urien’s pin stripped suit from Street Fighter V by matching his grey pin stripped suit, purple oxford shirt, cognac colored belt and shoes.  Dress as Junko Kanno from ZombieLand Saga while completely coked out like any other 80s pop music star at your college’s music hall.

Cosplay anywhere you want.

For the rest us who have common sense and understand the rules/norms of society, save the cosplay for conventions or do them subtly in public or in the workforce. If you live in a society where public cosplay in frown upon or even forbidden outside of events (i.e. Japan), don’t wear your cosplay to the event.  Pack it in a small carry-on bag and don’t put it on until you get to the event.

Sources on the Japan’s negative views on public cosplay:

How Do You Cosplay in Japan by the Cosplay.com Community?

https://cosplay.com/archive/thread/5dgg46/how-do-you-cosplay-in-japan

What To Expect When Cosplaiyng in Japan by R. Lowen”

https://aroundakiba.tv/stories/cosplaying-guide-japan/

The Lowdown on Japan’s Cosplay Industry

https://japantoday.com/category/features/lifestyle/the-lowdown-on-japans-cosplay-industry

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Don’t cosplay in public.

WHERE AND HOW CAN YOU BUY AND GET COSPLAYS CREATED

There are options.

If you’re cosplaying as a character who wear everyday clothing (examples includes Shirou Emiya from the fate series with his grey and white baseball v-neck shirt and blue jeans or Reigen from Mob Pyscho 100 with his suit and tie) then it’s just as simple as going your local clothing store (such as Goodwill, JC Penny, Nordstorm, Jos. A Bank, Tom Ford, etc.) and buying the clothes there.  You may have to do some alternations, but they’re minor.

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Useful store to buy casual cosplay pieces

For cosplaying characters with unique clothing that you can’t find in stores (certain school outfits,  armor, body suits such as Solid Snake’s sneaking suit), then you going to get them custom made.  Amazon and eBay have stores where vendors sell pre-made cosplays or you can go online for website that specialize in creating cosplays. Please keep in mind that online cosplay shops tend to be a little on the cheap and mass produced side of the game, so the quality may not be of that of a professional made cosplay.

If you do not want to go on the cheap side of the cosplay game and you want high quality, then you will have to pay a decent amount of cash to get your cosplay created. Don’t know anyone who creates cosplays? Then check your local convention city scene for cosplay creators (such as anime con Facebook groups).

And if you really want to do it yourself, you can learn how to.

WHAT ARE THE DIFFERENT TYPES OF COSPLAYS

With so many people of different backgrounds, races, ethnic groups, and creativity it’s nearly impossible to list all the different type of cosplay within the realm of cosplay. With that said, here are the most common type of cosplays you will find at conventions.

  1. The classic anime schoolgirl. Easily ID’d by her (or his) sera-fuku, pleated skirt, penny loafers, white blouse and ribbon. On the the preppy side of the school uniform game , the schoolgirl cosplayer wears a blazer, button-down shirt, v-neck sweater, tie, etc. Commonly seen at anime cons.
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  2. Armored cosplay. A cosplay that revolves around armored characters (fantasy characters, giant robots, mech suits, etcs.) Can be found at sci-fi, comic, and anime cons
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  3. Superhero cosplays. Leaping out the colorful pages of American comics into the real world, these cosplayers focus on the larger-than-life heroes from Marvel Comics, Darkhorse, DC, and more.  Can be recognized by their long capes, one piece zentai suits, and hero emblem.  Often seen at comic book conventions but have been making their way into anime cons.
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  4. Closet Cosplay. Cosplays that uses everyday clothing (as mentioned earlier) that can be found at stores or in your own closet.  Very simple and easy to pull off – but, in order to stand out from other closet cosplayers – you need to put in the effort (mixing high and low cost items, using a high quality wig, etc.)
  5. Genderswap cosplay. As the name states, it’s cosplays in which the cosplayer switches the canon gender of the character.  Example: a grown ass man with a full beard gender swapping Shouko  Komi (form Komi-San Can’t Commicate). Instead of wearing her red skirt, he swaps them out for red chino slacks. For the vice versa: a woman cosplaying as Goku (Dragon Ball series).
  6. It’s crossdressing, but in cosplay.
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WHY COSPLAY?
Because you have no personality whatsoever and nobody loves you unless you put on an outfit based off a fictional character.

Plus, ever dressed up as Oishi from Higurashi no Naku Koro ni doing  Hennessy shots with a dude cosplaying as Keiichi  while his homegirl cosplaying as Rena Ryuguu gotten into a drunken fist fight with  an Ai Enma cosplayer over some internet weeaboo con drama while a  Terra Brandford is grinding her ass on a Celes Chere cosplayer at a hotel party on an average day?

Didn’t think so.

Until next time!
-Yuki The Snowman

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Competition in Cosplay: What’s So Bad About It?

“Competition” is a dirty word in the world of cosplay. It scares and angers some; as they dread the idea of “elitists” approaching cosplay with such a mindset. Recently, I came across a tweet by @0Becki expressing concern towards those with this mentality.  They felt that cosplay is a hobby and not a competition, that they should share tips with others, and they should hang out with cosplayers (who are cosplaying as the same character).

I’ve mixed feelings about this.  I agree; cosplay is a hobby. People should share tips, be friendly,  and help others.   But they aren’t entitled to do such things.  People have the right to be competitive with their passion. Competition is natural in any field.  Competitive cosplayers enjoy it as it pushes them to work hard on their skills and talent to become the best. As long as it’s not toxic, competition isn’t bad.

We need competitive cosplayers.

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Competitive cosplayers have the driving need to win and outperform everyone else in the niche.  To them, every little detail matters to ensure victory. The perfect wig.  Professional grade makeup. The exact color contact lens.  Superior craftsmanship. They have no tolerance for error. It’s the difference between being just a cosplayer and becoming the cosplayer. First place or second place in a cosplay contest.  And trust me: nobody remembers the second place winner.  For the hobbyist cosplayer, this might be hard to understand.  That’s okay: you lack the competitor’s spirit.  Unless they attack you, don’t hate on these people.

It’s who they are – they can’t help it.

It’s funny how hobbyist cosplayers get angry at the “elitists” for their competitiveness.  Yet, they love these high-performing manga artists, ruthless anime directors, passionate game designers, what have you.  Why it’s okay to praise those people for their high levels of desire and drive but it’s wrong for cosplayers to act the same?

You’re a hypocrite if you praise one group but shame another for the same thing.

Competition is great.  It drives others to better themselves.  It forces you to become innovating.  It encourages change. If a cosplayer above your skill level trashes your cosplay, instead of being mad and pissed, use that as inspiration to prove them wrong and better your cosplay.

They talk shit about your wig (or lack of)? Buy a high-quality wig. A snobby cosplayer thinks your skirt for your cosplay is trash?  Hire the best seamstress in your community to make you one better to prove that asshole wrong.  Better yet, study the best cosplayers in your community and learn how they won rewards, got their fame, and so forth.  Use that anger, the power of the dark side as you will, to better your cosplay game so that one day, nobody will ever talk shit about your cosplay again.

Or beat their ass.  I don’t care.

REVERSAL:  Not everyone is competitive.  Hobbyist cosplayers far outnumber the competitive.  I’m not telling you to be humble or lower your standards, but keep in mind that your attitude could offend – thus furthering tainting the cosplay community. It can also ruin your reputation, which you must guard with your life.   To quote Robert Greene’s 48 Laws of Power: ‘Know who you’re dealing with – do not offend the wrong person.’ and ‘Think as you like but behave like others.’

Yes, be competitive but only compete with those at or above your skill level.  Simply acting arrogant and prideful towards those below your skill level will only stir up hatred and anxiety against you.  Nobody will want to work or be around you if your attitude is nasty.

If you know a group of cosplayers are having fun, don’t ruin it for them.  Suggest ways to help them improve their cosplay skills in a friendly, loving tone.  Don’t mock a cosplayer for something they can’t control (such as race, color tone, gender,  disabilities, etc.). Remember: you too were once a hobbyist cosplayer who didn’t know any better. So spread the knowledge (but not too much of it)

Sometimes, it’s better to feared than loved.  Sometimes, it’s better to be loved than hated.

Cover image source:
https://www.kotaku.com.au/2015/09/australias-best-cosplayer-will-win-this-sexy-golden-dragon/

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Anime Central – Day 1 (Part 1)

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You know what’s awesome? Having a Hilton Hhonors membership.  A Gold tier membership at that.  I don’t have to pay for breakfast as a perk.  And goddammit, I need the early morning fuel.  Can’t make fun of weeaboos on an empty stomach ya know.  I mean, I could, but I’d pass out. I’d wind up in the  hospital or something . That’ll be an unfavorable position; giving the weeaboos and the ACEN community the power to make fun of my dumbass mistake.

Can’t have that.  No I cannot.

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If you knew how the kitchen in were the prep their food look, you wouldn’t wanna eat Hilton food. Just from personal experience. 🙂

I’ll spare you useless details about my breakfast and jump to me meeting up with my boy “Alan” at the Hyatt.

Alan is one of my closest and bestest friend in the whole wide big ass fucked up world we call planet Earth.  We’ve been buddies since high school (or about 13 years).  Honestly, he’s somebody I can call a brother.  Not a lover (I doubt his girlfriend would like that) but a brother.  Check out his blog and give him a follow.

Alright, fuck this sappy heartwarming bullshit.

Alan needed to use my room to prep for his cosplay.  There was time left before I had to check out from my Hilton room.  However, he wanted to get stoned first before working on it. I like his idea.  Smoke some trees and get right before we start the day.  Funny enough, my new homeboy “Bill” wanted to smoke as well!  Kill five birds with one stone.  I, and I alone, can perform such a feat because I am  Benjamin Snow the Greatest.

(I’m so full of it it’s not even funny)

As we waited for Bill’s arrival, an Incident Response Team (ACEN’s volunteer security team, or IRT) member approached me.  Goddammit.  It’s only a quarter to nine, and already, I’m in trouble.  And fuck, I must be in deep trouble.  Like I’ve done something illegal (not yet) trouble.

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ACEN’s  Jr. Rent-A-Cop Brigade: IRT  (Source: https://www.acen.org/about-us/volunteer/department-descriptions/)

“Are you Benjamin Snow?  I’m here to beat your ass for runnin’ your mouth online.”

 

I never imagined that somebody forreal  would take my offer to confront and fight me in real life. Honestly, I was shock.  I didn’t know how to respond.  As my mind process what I should do, he followed up with

“Nah, I’m just playing.  I’m Orion’s Belt, a Facebook friend of yours.”

Whew!  Okay, I don’t have to assault an IRT member today.  Not that I would actually do it any other time.  Perhaps I will in a few years down the road when I have mental breakdown phase due to my B-list celebrity status.

We spoke briefly about my online persona, refering to me as the (in)famous Benjamin Snow to his teammate. (I kinda sorta hate it when people say I’m famous in the convention scene because I’m really not). He praised my legendary trolling skills are (they’re nowhere near legendary).

Look, I get that that you, the  fans,  admire me  and everything, but please; stop calling me famous and legendary.

After exchanging farewells with Orion, Alan brought up that I have at least one IRT member in my network.  That’s something huh? Being somewhat known in the community, I have a personal IRT acknowledgement. May it be one guy, but still  my network is slowly becoming diversify.

Still waiting for Bill and wanting to pass time, Alan and I decided to create a cosplaying drinking for the convention. I think it’s a very easy game, take a shot for X cosplay Y series you spot at the convention.

The rules were as followed (taken from my original Facebook post):

‘ACEN COSPLAY DRINKING GAME. Take a shot for:

*Sailor Moon. Triple for Galaxia or Saturn or any evil Scouts. Take a Molly for a Molly (Naru) cosplayer.
*Dragon Ball. Triple for Merged Zamasu or outside of Z/GT
*Virgin Killer.
Wendy’s. 4x if they work at that place.
*Dragon Maid. Triple for male characters.
Attack on Titan. Triple for Titans. 
*Touhou. Triple for actual female cosplayers
*My Hero Acamedia
*Overwatch
*Final Fantasy 15
*Star Wars.
*Street Fighter
*Undertale
*Pokemon
*Rick and Morty. Nigga you may as well cosplay as Rick.
*Soul Eater
*Fate/Zero 5x for Saber cuz she’s the worse girl unlike Rin
*Disney’

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Yea, you might had well done this off my drinking game.

I, Benjamin Andrew Snow, do not claim responsibility for any idiots who may had die from this during ACEN. I’m just simply cleaning out the gene pool.  Following the creation of the game,  Bill finally arrived! About time nigga!  To the smokers’ circle we go!

Anime Cental’s infamous smokers’ circle. A grey and stone grey circular structure, divided into 4-6 separate “pocket” spaces .  It winds itself around Hyatt tower, supported by featureless pillars.  Early morning, it’s pretty mellow.  People tend to just chill, smoke, and drink coffee while reading the news, may it be old media (newspapers) or new (cellphones).

Nothing exciting happens around this time.   I like it like that. I like the peaceful mellowness of a morning smoke.

We encountered Alan’s friends in the circle, inside one of the smaller pockets, cut into the support pillar.  They  were pregaming since Wednesday night, and claim they had broke into the convention center late that night.  Jesus, maybe I should do that next year.  Day -1 drinking and partying. However, breaking into the convention center for fun and exploration? Nah. They’ll shoot my black ass.

Real shit tho, Day -1 sounds like a great idea for exploring Downtown Chicago.

Once Alan and I got our minds right off the demon grass and devil’s wax, we marched back inside to the Hyatt, meeting   up with two of our other friends. These  friends, I’ve known very well through a secret Facebook group chat.

Our friends “Miku” and “Scotch”.

Miku is rather well known throughout the ACEN community due to her shitposting efforts (her level of shitposting isn’t as superior as mine) and unfortunately, drawing in the (creepy) thirsty fucks towards her.  Thirsty fucks, she often has to reject on the daily.  People lack personal boundaries. She’s an all-around cool girl.

Scotch, as his name implies, is a huge fan of scotch liquor, and has an expansive knowledge of top shelf liquors (thanks to getting me hip on that $40 whiskey fam).  He does a commission work for cosplays.  He’s pretty short, and looks about 20 despite being 30.  That’s  dem Asian genes for ya.

Since Alan and I had most of our crew together, we decided to check into our respected Hyatt rooms.  However, our rooms weren’t ready yet. More sitting and  looking awkward stupid!  Go us!

Speaking of looking stupid,  get this;  I’m looking around my surroundings when I spot this dude with a red hat, white lettings, and a certain front and format.  You get where I’m going with this right?  No? Its okay readers, I didn’t expect you to get it.

I’m straight giving this white boy this vicious look.   Like, I can’t fuckin’ believe this alt-right edgelords are forreal wearing these hates at the cons.  Great.  Trump supporters at muh SJW left wing ACEN.   As I’m giving  the guy my infamous death stare of doom, Alan was like “Dude chill, it says ‘Make Konami Great Again!’.

Whoops.

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Build the wall around Kojima Productions

I want a hat like that now.  I mean, Konami will never be great again, but I want it! Granted, I would probably receive some strange looks, and black people coming up to me and asking me if I’m on some coon shit.  Ah well.  Thanks Trump. Thanks Obama. Seriously thanks a lot guys.

 

Since neither Alan nor my rooms were ready, Scotch requested if Miku and I could help in carry some drinks form his car into his room in exchange for beers and shots.  I’m down for free alcohol! Plus I was getting bored.

Look, if you want me to help you out, you gotta give me great shit. Alcohol.  Weed.  Food.  Money. Sexual favors (18+ only).  Or all five! I do not care!  Just pay me in alcohol and I’ll help ya out things for ya.

Well,  off we go! A black man, an Asian man, and a white chick together in harmony.  Racial unity at ACEN (sans my racist comments and jokes)!

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Labeled under: “Things that will never happen”.

A wistful tone  sat in as we walked thorugh the skybridge (it connets to multiple hotels and the convention center itself).  Years ago, the skybridge was decorated with creepy, disturbing surrealism paintings.  The hallway hosted eerie paintings;  humans starring you down and unsettling landscapes.  You felt at  unease walking through the humid corridors, questioning if the painitngs are watching you.  It wasn’t a great place to walk about intoxicated.

Today, the Hyatt’s skybridge is bland,  just like your sex life.

As we trek through skybridge, we caught a glance of the enewly located, enormous, and dully illuminated game room.  We didn’t see much of it, since Miku didn’t have her badge yet.

“I do not have my badge. I wish I could get inside, but I can only look.” Miku lamented.

“I wonder how many guys have said the same line about you.” Scotch replied in jest.

We all laughed at his diss towards Miku’s creepy fanboys. Poor Miku though.  Can’t imagine how she has to deal with the creepy dudes on the ACEN groups.  Seriously, ya niggas need to learn personal boundaries.

(By the way I’m totally stealing Scotch’s joke.  I’m getting rich off that one when I start my comedy tour in 2020.)

Eventually, we reached Scotch’s car, which surprising wasn’t a rice burner as I was expecting it to be(goddamit Ben). We grabbed the goods (cases of Monster, Root Beer, and Pepsi), and headed to his room.  Miku was struggling to carry the cases, due to her props and cosplay.  Some nice young, dude came along to help her out.  An extra party member to help us!   What a nice fellow!  He did depart after we got to his room. Kinda like in Final Fantasy 2 where the fourth party member is just a temp.

(In her words : “He probably saw a cute girl struggling, and wanted to help her out,  in hopes he’ll hook up.”  Something like that I don’t fucking remember.)

For my peerless efforts of the Great Soda Case March of 2017, Scotch rewards me with beers and a Bloody Mary!   Thank you, Scotch!  I needed the 1:00PM pregame, and an excuse to support my undying alcoholism.  Alright! Got my mind right for the day. Alan hits up my line, telling me that his room is ready. I end my mission with one last beer (for the time being), and proceed towards Alan’s room for a nice, warm shower.  Besides, I’d be a giant hypocrite for mocking unwashed weebs, yet I am unwashed myself.
As I  head back to the Hyatt lobby , my eyes caught an offensive sight.  Such a sight that will even  enraged even more the most chill person.
“Ya crackas are really this bold this year, huh?  Blackface? Really whiteboy?!”  I’m infuriated.   It’s 2017, and we still have people think it’s okay to wear blackface.

“This white boy is out in public, forreal in blackface.  This cracker’s really fuckin’ using blackface for his cosp- wait it’s actually a black guy with an obvious skin condition.  My lord I’m a piece of shit I need to stop doing this!”

Whew boy.  Ben, what is wrong with you today?  You know what, just go take your shower, because you need to wash away some shame, boy. Just go!

Alright!  I’ve arrived at Alan and his fiancé “Emerald” room at last!  Finally, I can take a shower, and after that,  belittle all the other weeaboos who refuse to!  They can’t say shit, because they smell like shit, and I won’t.  Besides,  I gotta smell good for all the fine ass kohai who want Benpai to notices them.  I can’t disappoint them at all.  Okay, maybe in bed, but that’s another story.

I gather my body wash and soap, hop in the shower, and got the Drake and Big Sean bumpin’ off the Bluetooth speaker.  Drake and Big Sean are my biggest motivators for the convention (besides making money), especially with their song “Blessings.”  I’m at ACEN for a goodtime and not a longtime. Get my networks right, make money off bartending the homeboy’s engagement party, have a cute, shy, quiet kohai get super happy I noticed her.

Hopefully one that’s  cosplaying as one of my waifus (Rin from fate/zero, Misato from Evangelion, Sailor Saturn from Sailor Moon, or Sabrina from Pokemon to name a many, many few)  take her back to my room, and fuck brains out from behind while she is in said waifu cosplay, moaning out my name in a hentai-like voice.

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Me (in white-face) and your bitches  I took at ACEN.

…A nigga can dream. Sigh.  My luck with women is low despite my confidence (I’m so oblivious to flirting my lord.)
‘K. Out of the shower Benji.  I get that you wanna be fresh and all, but that Irish Spring soap and bodywash gotta last you the entire weekend.  But hey!  Do you  smell fresh as fuck, Ben! I’m feeling good.  Finally, I can make fun of smelly weebs, and not be a hypocrite.  To the con floor!

 

Or not.  My phone start’s buzzing, the T-Moblie jingle plays off the speaker, and I pick up the phone.

“Eto…Moshi moshi.  Benyamin Yuki des.”  I answered in my most faux Japanese accent.

“What?” The hotel clerk responded.   “Mr. Snow, you’re room is now ready!  Please come by to pick up your room keys!”

“Arrigatou!”

“Please stop sir.  You’re not Japanese.”  The clerk hung up.

Damn.  I was hoping to impress her with my fake Japanese accent, and butchering of the language.  She sounded cute.  That what I get for trying to flirt with everyone, including hotel clerks. Well, my room’s ready. Adrian and I need to drop our shit off, so off I go.

I enter  the check-in line.  Thankfully, it’s short.  Good. The quicker I go through the line, and get into my room, the quicker I can make fun of nerds, to build my massive ego and arrogance up.  Alright, finally it’s my turn! .  I step up to the clerk, a cute woman with a purple wig.  Awesome!  Purple’s my favorite color! And hell, she sounded just like the woman whom I was failing to impress over the phone.  Maybe if she notice how handsome and fresh I am, she’ll be sworn by my fake Japanese.

“Hi!  I’m here to pick up my keys to my room!” I don’t know how to say that in Japanese, so I went for the English route instead.

“Here’s your keys Mr. Snow!  You’re in the Executive Wing rom 2432! Enjoy the con!”

She hands the key over to me and send me on my way.

Wait, did I hear her right?  Executive Wing!?  As in, the exclusive large rooms only reversed for the most balling of niggas? And I only paid low tier room pricing for it? Fuck yea, this is gonna be a great ACEN!  Let’s make it  greater by flexing on niggas on Facebook (even though I didn’t pay full price for the room, and I had to stack, invest, and save money for the convention with extreme discipline)

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I had to grind hard to bullshit you people.

Hooray for lying like I got it!

I’ve arrive at my room. It’s  slightly larger than the normal rooms. The room featured two queen size beds, a nice marble table, an Eazy-Boy type chair, and shelves.   Hey, at least the area is quiet; it’s not too far off from Alan’s room.  Plus, I don’t have to deal with the infamous congested elevators of the main wing.  I take this unexpected upgrade and it’s benefits!

My phone goes off again.  It’s Adrian. He informs me that Alan, Emerald, and he were off to some store I don’t care about, and that it’ll take them a while to get back. Oh.  I was hoping they’ll come with me to the liquor store. Guess I go myself. Back to theworld of weebs and normies.

I leave the building, ready to walk for twenty-four  minutes for booze.  Hold up! That black Nissan mini SUV parked out front with the Punisher logo on the back.  Don’t tell me that’s…nah.  That can’t be my boy “Punisher” (I’m running out of fake names to protect my friends).  Holy fuck, I can’t be that lucky!

“Hey Ben what’s up man!” Yes!  It’s my boy Punisher indeed! Cool country white guy from my home area.  Man, I really am lucking out this year.  If I can just throw him some gas money, I can totally not have to walk in the rain like a sad, lonely alcoholic nerd, and have him take me to the liquor store!

“Hey bro, could you take me to the liquor store?  I’ll throw in some gas money or something!”

“Sure man, I didn’t want you to walk in this rain in the first place!”

Thank god for great friends.

Back to Rosemont Liqour. Now, common sense would had  your boy  to get all, it not, most of my alcohol when Joe had took me up there the day before, but  I was waiting for extra money that I was owed to me from various people.  Plus, I didn’t wanna spend any cash I had in my bank from the other day (just in case ya know).

Time to go shopping!

I have a main quest, and two side quests.  The main quest  requires me  finding the indigents for an fishbowl-type drink Alan and Emerald requested me to make: Mermaid Water, a cocktail created by popular YouTube bartender “Tipsy Bartender”.

Here’s the details  of the drink from his website:

The Mermaid Water Cocktail is the type of drink that will have you asking if you ever feel like a pirate. If you want to feel the gentle breeze of the ocean punch you in the mouth, then this is a drink for you. It is basically a bunch of delicious alcohol mixed with delicious juice. The exact sort of thing that pirates need when crossing vast seas of water in search of various forms of plunder.

(source: http://www.tipsybartender.com/Mermaid+Water+Cocktail)

It’s not that deep.

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Jug of Mermaid Water  I made for my homeboy’s party.

Main quest easily completed, sans Punisher and I having  difficulties finding Blue Curacao (which was in front of us, just on a lower shelf).  Alright! Now onward to my first side question: the indigents to my new cocktail creation: Sailor Saturn.

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Pretty much how I describe my cocktail

[Sailor Saturn cocktail]

Prior to ACEN, I planned to create a cocktail based off the Sailor Scouts from the anime and manga series “Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon”.  I already made one based off my second favorite scout;  Sailor Mercury (UV Blue Vodka, Blueberry liqueur, Sprite. Might throw in Blue Cuacao next time I make it. BTW OC dough nut steel), so I figure why not make one  based off my first fictional crush favorite Sailor Scout of all time?

With the Sailor Saturn cocktail, I was thinking of going with aesthetic look; I needed either a purple colored liquor or liqueur to match her visual design. Next, I wanted to play off her powers of death and destruction, so I need liquors that represented destruction perfectly: 100 Proof Vodka and Hennessy.

(I was originally going to go with Everclear, but I also didn’t want niggas to think they’re a Solider of Destruction.  I get that Hennything is possible but I didn’t want people dying off my shit.  Ya can’t rebirth like Saturn)

Unfortunately (or fortunately), the store didn’t have 100 Proof vodka on stocked.  Goddammit.  But they had Hennessy!  Go me…or I would say that,  if I didn’t saw  Martell Cognac for under $27 (special deal), as opposed to the $40 of Henny.  Hennything is possible, including a discount on a competitor’s product! GO ME INDEED!  I love saving me money and acting like a cheap ass! Plus, I never tried Martell before.

You gotta try new things.  It’ll get you far.  Trust me.

Next, was finding a purple colored liqueur.  I  wanted Hpnotiq Harmoic, which is an uncommonly known version of the original Hpnotiq.  If you never had Harmoic, it’s congac, vodka, mixed berries, and I think lavender extracts.  The lavender (and possibly mixed berries) provides Harmoic it’s purple color, which would had been perfect for the Sailor Saturn cocktail. Sadly, they also did not carry that version.  Fuck.  Looks like Saturn won’t be destroying anyone soo- hey what’s that beautiful purple glowing bottle with the white swirls  liquor over there in the vodka aisle?

“Viniq? Oh wow, you’re so pretty.”

Yeah no, I’m using this for the cocktail.  If you do not know what Viniq is like, here are some details from the official website (please sponsor me Viniq I’ll be your spokesman for the alcoholic weeaboos niche):
‘Sweet refreshing, and glamorous, VINIQ’s purple shimmer cathes your eye before you hit your glass.  Bursting with peach, berry, and citrus flavors, it’s the perfect complement to any occasion’

(Source:  http://www.viniq.com/)

viniq

(Viniq has mosacto wine infused with it,  but the website forgot to mention that. Thought I throw that lil tidbit in there)

Cool.  I’ll take it. Throw it in the basket with the rest of my booze and onwards to the second and final side mission: Dirty Princess Peach, a drink  I created at ACEN 2015.

Dirty Princess Peach, (as the name suggest), is named after Nintendo legendary princess, Peach. Ya know, the woman who has a thing for giant Koopa cocks, had both kidnapping and imprisonment fetishes, and enjoys wearing, and showing off her lacy thongs while playing Tennis.  There’s a reason why I’m calling her dirty.

I’m just going to post a link to the cocktail repiece below because I’m wasting time and I wanna get to the next scene asap.

[Dirty Princess Peach cocktail]

Alright, got everything I need for the weekend.  To the checkout line! Let me tell ya something; If you have a cart full of booze at the liquor store, you’re gonna get some looks and question.  No lie: I love this part.

“Are you guys planning  for a wedding party?”  One guy asked in the check out line.

“Nah.  Planning a party at a comic book convention.” I replied.

”Wait what?  Comic book convention?  Ya drink and party at those things?” The dude was bewildered.  I blew his mind, man!  I love it when people are surprise that us nerds party and drink heavy. I can’t lie; When I first got into the cosplay and convention scene, I was shocked that nerds drink, smoke, and party.  The revelation changed my entire point on view on the nerd community.

I legit enjoy explaining to non-nerds how there are after parties, and many crazy shit that goes down during the conventions.  Things that people would not associate nerds with.   It legit get people interested in what we do.

Hey, if I can change one person’s bias about our community, then I guess I’ve done some good.

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Collection of the alcohol and mixers for the party

After paying for our stuff, Punisher and I headed back to the Hyatt.  He had to go do something, so I was left alone with a heavy box of mixers and booze.  Fun.  I get to carry around a box of booze throughout the convention hotel with thousands of eyes on me like I’m 2pac.  All eyes on me.  Me and my box-‘o-debauchery!

Yes, I want all your attention!  Watch me be Mr. Stongman carrying this heavy box with no effo- okay  ouch there goes my back.  And my legs are cramping up.  Fuck I’m old.  Oh great!  Service carts!  This will be easy!  Just place this heavy ass box down and…

“Sir.  We are a full service hotel.  We have to carry your things for you.” An older black gentleman looks over at me as I attempted to lay my booze box on the cart.

‘Fuck.’ I thought to myself.  I don’t have cash to tip him, but this is super heavy. Oh well.

“I can help you carry your alcohol up to your room if need be.”

“Sure.” Sigh.  He’s gonna expect a tip, ain’t he? Don’t get me wrong, I tip service workers.  Just that I don’t have cash, and I’d feel like a piece of shit if I didn’t tip him.  I let him carry the cart through the hotel to a secret exclusive elevator for ballin’ niggas like myself (stay jealous).  We hit the elevator from the bottom floor to the main lobby.

“So, how much this all run ya?”
‘Make up a complete lie Ben.’

“About $230.”

‘Benjamin, you’re fucking stupid.  He’s gonna press you for a tip you know how this game works.’

“I see you got Martell .  That must have run ya .” Yep.  Here’s the begging ass nigga asking for a tip in a few. Sigh.  Broke niggas I swear.

“Yep.”  I just replied back.  Here we go.

We reached the main lobby.  He took me over to another attendant.  Before he took me over to him, he finally pop the question.  I’m the luckiest man in the world!
“So, you gonna tip me?” He begged.

‘Nigga.  What kinda bullshit is this?  If I was a white boy you wouldn’t be on this crabs-in-a-bucket shit.’

“Yea…where’s the ATM?”  He just points behind me towards the ATM.  I follow his finger  to the ATM, and withdrew a $20.  10 for him and his coworker, an older white gentleman.

“Ya got change?”  I asked.  The white attendant had change alright.  And by change I mean some bands.  Like 1s, 20s, a few 50s.  I take it he gets all the tips.  I doubt he’s on some begging shit. He gives me two 10s, allowing me to tip them both the 10.   The second attendant helps me to my room with the booze.

“Which room are you in?” He asked

“2432”. I replied back.

“Ahh, you must have a party room huh?  No wonder you have so much alcohol.

“Heh heh yeah!   I’m just having a smallish party with some friends, nothing major.” I replied with a sly smile. Boy, I’m helping my friends host a rager old man!

Back on the trek to my room!  We head to  another secret side elevator, pasting the mess of the overflowing elevators. An older white IRT lady caught a quick glance of my box-o’-debauchery, and gave me the most “I fucking parties like you” look I’ve ever received from a con staff.  I dunno if it just she was jealous she had to work all weekend, or she thinks I’m gonna get caught slippin’ with my party, but holy that bitter white woman death glare man!

Bitch you’re getting mad!  I’m having fun!

Finally, after that bullshit, we arrive at my room!  I thank the guy and we went our separate ways.   I pull out the Viniq first.  I want to taste this alluring, enticing, sparkling violet liquid.  I take a small shot.  My lord, the taste of Viniq is astonishing. Delicate and sweet like Hotaru Tomoe. And yet, destructive and dangerous like Sailor Saturn.

…My weeaboo ass just fucking compared alcohol to a fucking Japanese anime character. Whew lord I need Jesus.  Or another shot of this Viniq, this is good as fuck. Wait hold up, it’s almost 6:00PM. As much as I wanna get a little tipsy,  I gotta meet up with some very old friends from my first Anime Central.  My day ones from my first cosplay group: The Umineko and Higurashi cosplay group.

 

I’m gonna save that for the next post.  Eleven pages and nearly 4700 plus words is more than enough for night.  Day 1 will be split into two parts (with this being part one of course).  Stay tune in the future in which I take a short delicious food detour before meeting up with the Higurashi and Umineko cosplay group!  Following that, I will introduce ya to one of my favorite Chicago citizen and I’ll treat ya to my wild partying lifestyle! Oh and the part on how hard I really had to chill out before killing somebody who I thought was my friend.

 

All that, plus not that much more, next time! I’ll post a link the Part 2 once I am finish with it! Be good ya’ll!