Part the Sixth and final
Upon the final day of the Convention of Liberty, Kate the Impaler did lament with equal sorrow the Dread Con Crud, and that she had not known to awaken early enough that she might join a Hun raiding party in search of breakfast – although the warrior maid did consider that in her current state her raiding activities must perforce be limited to breathing upon her enemies that they too might partake of the Dread Con Crud.
Such thoughts meandering through her mind, she did prepare herself for the final blast of inept programming, though at least this day’s horror for the Beautiful But Evil Space Princess did be limited in scope by comparison with the Friday and Saturday horrors, for it did read thusly:
10 AM Author’s Alley
11 AM Family Feud, in which the Hoyt family (and assorted others) did compete against (and honorably defeat) the Williamson family (and assorted others).
1 PM How to Serve Mythical Creatures, in which the Elder Hoyt Spawn did aid the Redhead of Doom
2 PM Cover Design
3 PM Closing Ceremony
It must be said that all by the closing of the Family Feud – Kate the Impaler did compete as an honorary Williamson for the occasion, lest the Hoyts outnumber his family overmuch – were sufficiently wearied that dialog did not sparkle as it had done earlier in the convention, and the warrior maiden herself did croak like unto an asthmatic frog much of the time.
And yet, all seemed to take much enjoyment from the experience, and many were the happy faces as the visitors shuffled zombie-like from the magical realm of Choo Choo and its rather less than well maintained palace. Heartfelt farewells were bid unto friends who would not be seen for many a day – though frequent messages via the Book of Faces were assured – and, like the Beautiful But Evil Space Princess and the Dread Mathematician and their Spawn, Kate the Impaler did spend some small span of time with others resting ere they made their preparations for their journeys home.
In truth, Kate the Impaler did take much pleasure from the Convention of Liberty, but to travel thence in the belly of the dragons and face the long journey to her home afterwards did leave her thinking that unless some great enticement was offered – such as actually being on the program, albeit not as ubiquitous as the Beautiful But Evil Space Princess – or the opportunity to personally inform the Master of Programming – by means of an appropriately prepared stake – that such scheduling is Not Done, and allow other attendees to witness his leisurely demise over the course of the convention – she would not be returning.
Such were her thoughts as she collected her luggage at the Labyrinth of Doom (aka the Philadelphia Airport), located her Trusty Steed, and made her escape.
And on the following day, she rested.
If I’d realized this was going to be this long, I wouldn’t have started it. Next week we will be back to your regularly scheduled ranting. Probably. If nothing else happens.