The Sunday at any convention takes on a weird air of dizzy desperation, as half-zombied people try to squeeze in a few more memories before they must return to Mundania.

GenCon was no exception. Frantic last-minute shopping, checking out of the hotel, and saying goodbyes to people I don’t see often enough.

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