Jesus Was A Gamer... Part 2

I'm aware I'm telling this like a B. Steven's story, but since its an email, and if you get sick of reading a part you can just skim till you see something nutz, I really dont give a fuck, so am gonna continue writing it this way, although I do think this sentence is a run-on, but I'm not much of an english major, so I don't give a fuck.

Thursday:
This is the first day of Gencon. Bryan and Jimb woke up. I was still playing the sims. I got up, opened the window and threw another keylime at the pigeon. Missed this time but landed right next to the nest. We went down the elevator, across the street, through the alleyway and into mecca. the building that gencon is in. this building is huge. Three stories tall. and an entire city block around. Gencon fills the entire thing. Plus it using the Hilton and auditorium on two of its borders. We got there a little late. Waited in line for the escaltors for 15-20 minutes. As usual the place was packed. We pushed our way through all the aisles of gencon. Got some cards signed. Went down to the art show. Got some more shit signed. It was here that Jimb was being my bitch and found out from the DiTerlizzi's that a certain well known serial killer had killed someone in our hotel. Apperantly Jeffry Dahmer took one of his victims in the hotel wisconsin. room 302. Scott fisher believe it was on the 6th floor though. Jeffrey Dahmer did commit 15 of his murders in the Milwauki area so it is possible. On another note.. The famous Bates Motel also was from wisconsin. Ive got a few searches going to find out exactly where all his killing occured so I'll letcha all know if i find anything out. At the end of the day we went searching for shit to do. Jimb and Bryan tried to find the poker tournament, but failed. I dont remember anything else.

Friday:
Got up. Threw another keylime at the pigeon. The bird flew away just as i threw it. fucking bastard. We went back to gencon. About noon or so we went to the mall for lunch. Right out in front of the mall was this guy preaching. Devan, think Wells Hall. YOUR ALL LIVING IN SIN. LOOK AT OUR CHILDREN. REEDEEM YOURSELVES. he wasnt really preaching. more like ranting. his thoughts had a central theme but went in every direction. We ignored him and got our food. We got some really nutz Mt dew mugs. Big fuckers. $2 refills. When we went back outside the preacher was still at it, so we sat down and watched him for a while. There was even a another preacher guy selling candy too the crowd. If they'd had popcorn i might have gotten some. Bryan started taking pictures of the guy, and Jimb soon followed suit. I went up and got my picture taken with him. He didnt seem to notice. We tried asking him questions but he just kept ranting. it was like talking to MARVIN or any other automated answering machine. It wasnt long before people noticed us taking pictures and wanted to know what was going on. Everyone wanted copies of the pictures so we started taking down names and email addresses. One guy one of the dealers from the con. He told us that if we sent them to him hed put them up on his webpage and give us credit for them. nutz huh. ya'll will be getting a copy of em when ever bryan gets off his lazy ass and sends them out. After awhile a good size crowd was starting to appear and allot of them werent real happpy to hear what the preacher had to say. One of the malls security guards called the police. They showed up on two bicycles. tried to fence the guy off, told him he was making a public disturbance, and asked him to leave. He walked away down the block and continued ranting the whole way. We went back to our room and dropped some shit off. Came back down and the guy was still there ranting. So we went back and watched him for a bit. I got some more names and email addresses. One guy even asked me how much we wanted for em. The preacher put down his book and possed for a great crucifixiction picture that was just screaming "superimpose me!", but bryan wasnt quick enough on the draw and missed it. The security guard who had called the first time was standing outside keeping an eye on the guy. After a short while the cops came back in full force. A paddy wagon and two cars pulled in from all three directions. The preacher kept trying to avoid them but eventually the caught him and put him in handcuaghs and took him away. The preachers wife was there so i tried to interview her. she was friendly but spoke poor english. She wouldnt tell me her or his name though. fucking bitch. Some guy named david told her hed help though out in court. he was some kinda lawyer. fucking bottomfeeders. After the whole scene was over another guy came out handing out pamphlets with a little black urkiel looking fellow. he was much more friendly to talk to. i think his name was mark. he even let us take his picture and gave us a copy of one of his pamphlets. and that was the end of the puppet show. at about 9 that night Bryan and Jimb entered the poker tournament qualifiers. they both fought bravely andtook second at there respective tables. However since only the first from each table went on, the both essentially took last. I watched Monsters inc. in the park. Its pretty good. exit stage left.

only one more email to go and ill write that tommarow. buenas noches'!