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~Chasedallmydemons~

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Canadian// Learning to love my self//
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A few weeks ago, we exhibited at Emerald City Comicon. Typically when we attend conventions, we try to create some spectacle that captures people’s attention and sells games. Like the time we brought a marching band to PAX Australia.

At ECCC, we set up a “Pay What You Want” booth and encouraged people to give us any amount of money in exchange for our games. We put games on a table, set up some signs, stood off to the side, and waited to see what would happen.

We brought 2000 games. Before the convention began, we took bets on what would happen:

  • Tom thought we’d sell out in a few hours.
  • Alex thought we’d run out on the of the second day of the con.
  • Trin thought that we would not run out of games because we are no longer cool or relevant.
  • Jenn got a fever and didn’t know what was happening.

We were all wrong. 

The doors opened, and attendees swarmed the booth. Within five minutes attendees realized they could just take games and walk away. A small group grabbed armfuls of free games and left, but most people paid something. Within an hour, the booth looked like this:

We ran out of games in 51 minutes.and made $8042.48, or 18.7% of the games’ retail value. In other words, we lost $685.44 per minute.

Attendees put lots of other stuff in the payment box too.

Some things you put in our box:

  • Five Canadian Dollars ($3.72 USD)
  • Ten Euros ($10.66 USD)
  • Eighty Philippine Pesos ($1.59 USD)
  • One Chinese Yuan ($0.14 USD)
  • One Cubone Pokemon Card, XY Breakthrough (Avg price - $0.68 USD)
  • One Magic: The Gathering Eternal Masters booster pack wrapper (No Value)
  • One handwritten “Any Pizza Free” and “Twisted Flicks + KPC” Coupon from a Papa Murphy’s in Kirkland, WA (Estimated Value $25.00 USD)
  • One $1 Bill folded into a bowtie ($1.00 USD)
  • One “FeelTheBurn.org” $1 bill. ($1.00 USD)
  • Two halves of a $1 bill ($1.00 USD )

Once we sold out, we had to figure out what to do with our booth space. 

On Saturday, we gave our space to artists who weren’t able to get a table at the con. People showed up to exhibit cosplay horns, board games, recycled journals, and comic art.

On the last day of the con, we set up a station for mailing letters to representatives.

We provided pens, paper, postage, envelopes, writing tips, and the address of every US Senator. 

Over 200 letters were written by con attendees, including the most bad ass Imperator Furiosa cosplayer we’ve ever seen.

We’re still waiting on Immortan Trump’s response.

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hollowedskin

cards against humanity is run by the pure force of chaos I stg. I like what they did with their booth after tho

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ladyorpheus

The definition of chaotic good

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Breathe Carolina | Lauren’s Song

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kushandwizdom

I’m at that age now where I only want to associate myself with grown people and grown situations. People who play mind games, attention seek, guilt trip or other manipulative things need to stay clear away from me. I don’t care about social or financial statuses, or other irrelevant attributes, I seriously couldn’t give a shit, as long as your mentality is grown, we can vibe.

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You hung up at 1 a.m. I cried for two more hours. It wasn’t the sad, silent tears that I’d grown accustomed to. It was loud sobbing, dripping and swollen. My mother, whose constant advice had rolled off my back, stood outside the door and listened. Because nothing but “I told you so” bubbled up in her throat. She had helped too much, but not enough. I could remember her telling me not to fall to fast, not this young. What did she know? She was laying beside husband number four every night. I wondered how some one whose wedding dates came with a countdown clock to a divorce, had been so right about love. That it hurt. That it stung. That it destroyed you. That it left you wanting more. She could have warned me. She did warn me. I didn’t want to believe her. You hung up at 1 a.m. I blamed myself for two more hours. It was the lie I told last week about a headache. It was the “I love you” that I said too many times. It was the “I love you” that I didn’t say enough times. It was the fact that I didn’t want to hang out with your friends for the 3rd weekend in a row. It’s the fact that I didn’t want you to go out with them last weekend. It’s everything that I didn’t do. It’s a lot of the things I did do. You hung up at 1 a.m. I worried if I had gone too far. If last night was the last time we’d wake up together. If I’d never get another random text about how much you loved me. If I’d never put that smile on your face again. You hung up at 1 a.m. I couldn’t sleep. At this point, I’d been awake for 25 hours straight. Suddenly, I was awake as I had ever been. I wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget. I couldn’t forget what you said. You said you were done. You said it was over. You called back at 3 a.m. You apologized. You didn’t ask me to do the same. You reminded me that we were more important. I listened, silently. Inside, I was afraid that this was a cruel joke. That you wanted to pull me in one last time. It wasn’t. You realized you were wrong. You called back at 3 a.m. I shouldn’t have picked up. This wasn’t the first time that you hung up. It wasn’t the first time that I cried for hours. I made a mistake. I picked up the phone. I shouldn’t have listened. When someone tries to shoot you and misses, you don’t sit down in the line of fire. I cling to that line. I always have. One day I’ll find the strength to love myself, and walk away from you.

You Hung Up – Y.S.  (via poetryinspiredbyyou)

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