This guy dragged me to a cross convention. It's all about the ancient execution device made famous by that Jewish guy. He wants to get a blue, plastic cross because he wants to crucify a crab. Not just any crab but a crab which happens to naturally have the Hebrew letters spelling "BEAST" across its body's carapace.

The guys at one of the storefronts are big assholes making rude comments and quoting scripture out of context so they can validate their views. You will know a tree by its fruit but that doesn't count when it comes to theists and deists. I decide to get back at them by plastering a rude bumper sticker against their table. Fortunately it pisses them off. Unfortunately they're really pissed off. Fightin' mad. Fisticuffs and all that nonsense.

My partner in crime and I make a mad dash out of the convention, running through the gateway leading into a graveyard. We eventually find cover at central courtyard that looks like a gazebo made out of brick and other masonry. Our pursuers nearly catch us but we're wise to them and avoid having our cover blown.

Later on I head to a nearby basement with a few people. There's a live action D&D game and I'm a halfling rogue. Basically a bunch of people in modern garb running around thrift store furniture pretending to be fantasy heroes from medieval times and Lord of the Rings. Suddenly a giant appears. He's not much of a giant being only eight feet tall. He looks like someone's dad with thick hornrim glasses, the kind the US Army uses for birth control, a plaid shirt and khaki pants. The humor stops there because he's wielding a huge, black club. Now the fun is over and trying to stay alive becomes the order of the day.

As the giant is attacking everyone I'm shouting for the game master to pause the game so I can declare that I'm going to backstab the giant for double or quad damage. Everyone's too busy running around screaming to hear me.