Last week was the inaugural PAX South in San Antonio, Texas. I went to get in on the ground floor of this event, to be a hipster of PAX South if you will (“I was there before it was cool, man!”) Also because PAX Prime 2014 tickets sold out in under half an hour, and I was nowhere near a computer when the tickets became available. But who needs them! I certainly don’t. I got to go to PAX South. That’s where the real action happens. Who needs Sony, Microsoft, EA, and those other big triple-A publishers clogging up the expo hall? I need that as badly as I need Ebola. So screw you PAX Prime! I’ve got PAX South, and that’s all I need.
The previous paragraph is completely, utterly, 110% sincere. If you take that any other way then you need to get your sarcasm radar repaired because it’s missing a few screws, and I don’t suggest reading instruction manuals with that thing malfunctioning. I was trying to make a point. Oh right!
So I went to PAX South 2015! Although it is the smallest of the four (a fact that I’m sure will change in time) the people that show up are still the same cool, kooky bunch of folks. Many of whom dress up. I’ve taken it upon myself to catalog these strange and wonderful participants and to share it with the world. Please take a look.
The Tenth Doctor
Rare to see Mario with SMW cape.
When I don’t know a costume at PAX, I automatically assume LOL, so LOL?
Ash Ketchum
Yuna
If Batgirl has a Hello Kitty tattoo…
Master Chief
Guy from Fallout 3
Despite the fact that we’re on the 12th Doctor, every Whovian loves themselves some David Tennant.
Lucario Mage?
One Halloween party goer accidentally time traveled to a PAX. Guess which one.
Karli Winata is an avid gamer with a taste for a little bit of everything. Except for sports games. And racing sims. And definitely not hidden object games! I guess everything is too broad a term. Suffice it to say that he has been known to play hours of Call of Duty multiplayer in between bouts of Persona fusing and Star Coin collecting while saving the world/galaxy through sensibly bald space marines or plucky teenagers with impossible hairstyles. Where does he find the time to write about them?