The insanity of comic con is that it grips everyone and throws them into a collective madness of fantasy with no beginning and no end. It’s like an endless loop of storytelling in a bottomless vortex. Everyone needs royalty. They need superheros to live out their dreams for them. The true hardcoreness of the end fan is an ecstatic abyss. The sheer numbers of hashtagged people who live in this fantasy world is mind boggling. Multitudes and armies stream through the gates to defend and exalt their kings and queens and exist in their image.

The industry is limitless. Find a personal unique way to addict the hordes of the nerdliness infinitum and cash in Forever. Plus you get to live in this really awesome swell parallel alternate universe that you are the supreme king of, ’cause you invented it duh.

And you might actually get to go there too eventually because fantasy is real now man, and they’re about to invent a parallel universe time machine, plus disclosure is about to happen and we’re about to meet the aliens who can do anything with virtual reality downloaded into a consciousness brain machine that’s even better and crazier than anything Ray Kurzweil thought of bro, so just watch out.