Many convention goers around the world are disappearing, no one knows why, they just vanished.

People were terrified that the same might happen to them, but some of us couldn't resist.

The Grand Con it was called, a convention bigger than any other, selling anything and everything, with celebrity and guest appearances.

But when the doors opened, it was just vendors. No stages, No game play demos, No bathrooms, just rows and rows of stalls. Every table was dressed as the same person, same clothes, same bag, same sinister twisted smile.

Nothing

But merchants.

Now as a Victim, I am here in a forest, being hunted by anthro equines, all thanks to this costume, but I found something, a kingdom a bug-like kingdom, and with their mad queen out of the way, I shall rule and spread this Xenomorphic blood