Alright, we’re going to cheat a little. The first few photos here are from stuff that happened before my Friday at GenCon, but they were part of kickstarting my GenCon experience, so they’re getting included.
Wednesday I was still in the office, and my phone buzzed. It was a text from Faultimus Von Durmstrang. More significantly, it was a picture of his Press Gang coin. I was being challenged by text. It was 10AM and I was in the office, so Faultie was clearly hoping I would be coin-less and thus that I would owe him a beer at GenCon.
Dude, this thing lives in my wallet 24-7. Faultie owed me a beer. Also, I apparently hadn’t shaved that morning. Ladies.