*True story, and we attended not one, but two
Sure enough, Brandon had disappeared. And both Nar and Bryan had been drinking too much to remember where they had last seen him.
They checked everywhere. They checked the bar, they checked Brandon's room, and they checked the lobby. They even checked the ice machine, because sadly, it wasn't all that improbable that Brandon got drunk and fell in.
But they couldn't find him anywhere. Worse yet, Nar wouldn't stop drinking that damned absinthe. It was starting to melt his brain, because his level of helpfulness quickly gravitated from 'supportive' to 'psychotic.'
|Our legal team, and coincidentally, our first literary agent--when not living in his car|
*True fucking story
I guess we should have noticed the emaciated, fly-ridden corpse the first time around, but in all fairness, almost everyone at a vampire party is pale, scrawny, and dead behind the eyes.
Alright, so Brandon didn't die. But we did crash a vampire absinthe party (or two), which was a lot of fun, and the rest of the conference, well, that turned out great too. Not only did we find a very promising prospect for a new literary agent, but we're going to be launching our webcomic into two new media platforms: an NES-style video game and an animated cartoon series. We'll keep you updated on the launches and production processes of both.
Cheers and stay classy, folks,
Music: The Gaslight Anthem
Beer: Modelo (shotgunned in celebration, of course)