Comic-Con was supposed to be this great event this year for my sister and I. It was our first time attending in costume, and we both had the chance for Simon Furman to sign the comics we each brought with us. Matching both our interests and our costumes; she'd brought an old Beast Wars comic while I brought my mint-condition Starcraft comics.

My name is Sarah, and I suppose you could say that my last name might as well be Kerrigan now that this cosplay outfit is impossible to remove. My sister is even worse off with most of her body having become mechanical.

If we survive we're going to kill that jerk at the souvenir stand. I don't care how powerful he is; I might even do it with the 'prop' he 'sold' me.