Submit Anon: A Voice Actor’s Nightmare

I’m also a partial Anime-fan, not enough to be considered a Weebs, but enough to the point if a friend tells me about a convention, I will most likely go to it

This story takes place in one those conventions. Anime Expo ‘12

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Submit Anon: Surprise from Glomp-zilla

So this was while I was attending a convention here in the Midwest, a couple years back. 
The majority of the con went very well; I dressed as Italy for the last two days, and got many praise/pictures with it. Fun time!

Until…they felt like showing up…

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Hamplanet Backrubs at the nascent Daishocon

OK, so I have a pretty good one. A few years back the anime club of the university I was attending got together the money to sponsor a small con, I was friends with some of the people involved in this con and managed to get in free by doing some volunteer work. I had been a pretty big anime fan in the past and where I had fallen out with the fandom a bit I was still into general geekery and there are still a few series and movies I quite like, it was also a chance to show off my Rorschach (from Watchmen, not anime but nerdy nontheless) costume I had made for Halloween.

For being the first con this group put on everything was going swimmingly, and me and a friend of mine ducked off to the (sadly empty) tabletop gaming room in order to evade the hullabaloo, and evade some pesky middle-school aged Narutards who had been bothering us. I was still mostly in costume but had taken off the mask.

After we had been talking for a few minutes, without warning a heavy meaty hand clasped firmly upon my shoulder, it was rather startling. My initial thought was that it was either another friend of mine trying to startle me or someone who had enjoyed my costume. As I turned around and looked at him I realized that the latter could not be true, as without my mask I could have just as soon been Inspector Gadget, and I certainly did not recognize this man before me.

He was a big fella, at least a few inches over six feet, wearing some kind of shoddy home-made yukata…thing, I assume it was a costume but I didn’t recognize the source, and of course the obligatory cat ears. He must have weighed at least 250 pounds, and his doughy fat hung from him in such a way as to give him the shape of a giant sweaty egg. He reeked of con-funk (anyone who has been to a con knows the smell) and his greasy hair and sausage fingers suggested he had not bathed in several days. I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted in a soft effeminate voice

“I’m gonna give you a back massage…” Thats it, he did introduce himself, did not ask if I would like a back massage, did not give me the opportunity to speak, he simply announced it, this was going to happen and there was little I could do to stop it. As I opened my mouth to object he leaned reeeaal close to me and touched a finger to his lips

“shhhhh…just enjoy it” and proceeded to grind his meathands into my spine.

For the record, I am not opposed to being touchy, I myself can be a very touchy person, but I understand limits and space, and nobody is comfortable with giant sweatmonsters giving them spontaneous backrubs. I do not particularly care for backrubs, just a personal quirk I guess, even if they are done by people who know what they are doing.

So I looked at my friend, whose face was held in an expression of confused terror and pity, and I laid back and thought of England Wisconsin as the hamplanet molested my scapulae. He disappeared without a word (I almost expected him to gently kiss my cheek) and I did not see him for the rest of the con. He never gave me his name, and I was never able to discern his intentions, but I was pretty deeply disturbed by the event. I managed to laugh it off, and it has become my funny con story to tell at cocktail parties, but still sometimes I wonder.

I can only assume that Backrub Hamplanet rode off into the sunset, looking for other unwary con goers upon which to exact his fiendish desires.

Submit Anon: ”Oppai-tan and Pettanko-tan”

I live in Los Angeles. About once every month and a half I go down  to Little Tokyo, because we don’t live far from there (about a 30 minute drive). Usually I end up spending all the money I earned there, because let’s be honest, it’s a really fun place to visit.

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