Chapter 3 Con-fusion and the chase
Miz Majesty looked like a goddess hewn from the ice of a distant planet and blessed with the love and power of a living sun. She had a lifetime of battle, of dealing with those in political, economic, or physical power who desired to use and possess her and the power she represented. What she did not have experience with was crowds.
What surrounded her was something out of her worst nightmare. Horrors from the pit, aliens from beyond, and a hundred copies of every real hero and villain she had ever known, along with dozens of purely fictional, stalked the halls.
Each moved with frenetic energy. They dashed to panels, they dashed to game tournaments, to hospitality suites, to autograph lineups, to merchandise tables, and to screenings of every niche and genre film, including some in incredibly poor taste that bordered on PORN!
She saw a dozen copies of herself. From a ten year old girl, to a grandmother, a boy, a girl who must weigh twice what she did, white, black, native, each of them in a costume they had clearly made themselves with the limit of the skills and materials they had access to.