A Mess of Titanic Porportion

"This was the worst idea ever."

Oh great, he's whining again. "What are you whining about this time, mason?"

"just that this was probably the worst idea I ever thought of. what was I thinking with these stupid legs!"

A few months ago, I heard the World cosplay summit was coming around in japan again. Thinking it would be a good idea for my dear friend to get some intercontinental culture, I dragged him with me. What I didn't expect was his costume, as he went all out for the first time since last Halloween. He went as the daedric prince Molag Bal from Skyrim. It was pretty good, except for the legs, which were basically modified stilts. How he could walk in those were beyond me, and apparently him as well.

"Doesn't it hurt walking like that?"

"Gravely. Why did you bring me here again?"

"Well, I thought it would be interesting" I began, "besides, your in Japan, a different country"

"japan is your wet dream, not mine" He is really not having a good time.

"I'll bring you to Germany next time" he shut up at that.

"What are you supposed to be again?" He asked me for the seventh time today.

"For the last time, I'm a Zentradi" just a really small version, "you try being a 40 ft tall humanoid then, see how you like it" He just glared down at me. "look, I'm sorry about your mace, but you know how airport security is".

"We almost missed our flight" he reminded me. "At least its a nice place. Maybe we should buy something."

"well, there's places over there that we could go to" I say while pointing in a direction. "we could also go to akihabara"

"Great, you talk" Wait, what?!

"I'm sorry, how much was this?!" That price is outrageous!

"5000 yen" Outrageously cheap for something this old. I still cant believe they still make this, an actual size reducer thing that never actually had a name!

"I would say this guy looks shady, but I got my mace back!" He half-whispers to me while hugging his new mace.

"I know, but still!" I whisper back.

"So, sushi from japan. never thought I would ever have this" he says to me while stuffing his face. I would have responded to that with some witty remark about him not using chopsticks, when I noticed his mace and my 'shrink machine' started to glow. I rubbed my eyes and started to tell myself that it was the lighting and went back to eating.

He was oddly quiet.

I turned to see what was wrong and saw him face first on the table, not moving. I tried to shake him awake, and got out my phone to call for help when I was no longer able to move. The world started spinning and a bright light overcame my view.

"God damnit"