"Oh God, this is awesome." I nodded. I had decided, somehow, to cosplay as Doctor Weird, for reasons that I do not know of. And, indeed, I certainly looked the part. For starters, I had shaved my head, and put two white cardboard hair spikes in place of my regular mop of black hair. For a Hairarium, I had decided to use a clear plastic dome that I'd made myself, with a metal bottom. There was a small gap so that I wouldn't suffocate to death in my Hair-Helmet. For a purple and yellow robe, with a W collar, I'd had that custom-made for me. Finally, I'd made an Alicorn Amulet out of cardboard. Why one of those? Well, I wanted to demonstrate my affinity for the fandom. Crazy, I know, but I couldn't find a suitable necklace that suited Doctor Weird. I twirled around in the mirror, reiterating my previous statement.

Thus attired, I stepped out into my car, and drove off for the convention in Arizona. Along the way, I turned up the AC, and I pumped up the music. Thus I drove to Arizona like a freakin' boss. My leopard skin underpants were tight around my privates, and I scratched them gloriously, enjoying the freedom of the mumu.

Arriving in the carpark, I swaggered into the line, confident in my mad scientist practically naked attire. Sure enough, many other con-goers regarded me with a mixture of shock, horror and plain what the hell man, you're dressed as Doctor Weird. I grinned, my crinkled eyes hidden behind a yellow cardboard mask and my pink contact lenses. I glared at the dozen or so Inuyasha clones that were there. Have some originality guys, I'm Doctor Weird and I'm not a fan of your furfaggotry ridden animu.

When I finally entered the convention hall, I was sure that my back would have been sunburnt but for the sunscreen that I had covered my entire body with pre-emptively. Now, I walked through the hall, daring somebody to go up close to me and jostle the crazy man. Nobody did. You see, there is a secret to going to cons. There are some people who aren't jostled, but who jostle instead. The jostlers, if you would. I was a jostler now; simply due to the fact that nobody knew how a guy who was obviously mad would react to being pushed around. They thought that it wouldn't end well. I should know; I have watched conventions before, treating them as a social experiment of nerdy.

While I was at the convention, I noted that there was one stall where a lot of people went. I hustled over, curious about what the appeal was in this simple stall. There was nothing really special about it; just another stall, profiting off of our need to have shiny things. However, when I spotted something cool I knew that there was no unjustified appeal.

It was a golden W, on a long, gold chain. My eyes widened, and I hustled over to the short, scruffy fat man running the stall, a smoking dog end in his mouth. "Excuse me, but how much for the W chain?" He looked me over.

"For you, 200." I was a bit annoyed by the high price, but I forked out 4 fifties. There was something about that simple golden W that I found simply enchanting. I picked it up, and slung it over my neck.

With a golden and purple flash, the world changed.

When I came to again, I was in a field. "What the..." Then, my mind blossomed with fire. I screamed in pain as something affected my mind. I felt my knowledge grow, grow, grow, and I learned about physics, chemistry, biology... my mind flooded with knowledge. When it was done, I stared at the golden W. Then, I chuckled. It soon escalated into a full blown laugh.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"