Comic-Con is back

You smile when you see the banner covered with the faces of superheroes and celebrities. It feels like it was only a few weeks ago when Comic-Con was in town and you had had some fun, but in reality, an entire year has gone by. However, the memories from last year are still fresh in your mind and that settles it for you. It might mean putting off your gratification by a little longer, but you figure it's worth the wait.

You make your way over to the convention center that's not too far away, conscious that your body is still weak and you don't want to overexert yourself unless it's in the name of sex. You waste no time when you get there, using your mind control ring to get pass the long lines and security, even procuring for yourself a VIP gold badge at the check-in desk that must have cost thousands of dollars. You really don't need the badge, but it feels nice to bask in the envious looks of the nerds and geeks gathered there, and it saves you a little time from having to use your magic rings.

You don't bother to check out the schedule and panels, heading straight to the back-area where you know the guests and celebrities will be. As you approach the doors to the restricted area that are guarded by 2 huge, burly men who look like they could play evil henchmen in a movie themselves, they surprise you by stepping aside and opening the doors for you. You don't understand why until you notice 1 of them eyeing the gold badge slung around your neck.

"This allows me to go back there?" you ask, holding up in the badge.

"Yes, sir. That's a premium vip badge. There're only 3. You must be somebody special," 1 of the guards says.

"Any idea who the other 2 holders are?"

"I don't know about the other person, but I saw Stan Lee with 1."

You shrug as you walk pass the guards and into the back area, surprised that you had chanced upon the gold badge. If you hadn't used your mind control and had gone with invisibility or teleportation instead, you might have had a different journey in. Nonetheless, you know what you're going to do next as you walk around, searching for the dressing rooms.