My friends and I went the Bristol Renaissance fair dressed as our D&D characters. Turns out that was a bit of a mistake. I told them we should avoid the booth, he wasn’t Renaissance, Bristol wouldn’t allow a booth like that, run by the merchant from Resident Evil. Plus the prices were WAY too good to be true, ten dollars for an actual long sword. But no one listens to the brony, they all bought something, so I did too, just so that in the worst case, at least ONE of us knew what was going on. As we woke up in the clearing, mount Canterhorn in the distance I shouted, “I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!!” Completely unsurprised that my voice had changed.