BEHOLD THE VOID
At every convention there is a shambling plague, a hungry madness. In the wee hours of the night when all the God-fearing panels have long been closed and every decent person is trying to get their 8 hours of sleep, there still remains our kind, the wandering drunks and chronically bored.
We know that in those empty hallways, we gather. At some conventions, it's a sad, long silence with little to no one else to make mistakes with. At other conventions, we are a pulsing scourge on the move looking to party. Even in these cases, the adventures and the people you meet become just fleeting memories, and next time, you're rolling the dice just to hope for another fucked-up good time.
And if that wasn't bad enough, what do you get when that damned sun rises? Waves of NORMAL, WELL-ADJUSTED con-goers! The witching hour ends, and all you're left with is the sick taste of NORMALACY! A lot of these... people... WANT it that way. They don't want your filth-soaked corpse getting in the way of their comfortable experience! They push back against it, with enforcement of PG-only content, spitting on our nasty fanart and confusing memes. They take their convention, their fandom, so damned seriously that the mere HINT of joking and partying like wild, unhinged beasts drives them into a neckbeard frenzy.
Why should our parties and our numbers be so few? Why should we be limited to just a few precious hours when the haters are asleep? Why should so many conventions DENY the funnest moments of an out-of-town party of weirdos and why aren't the conventions that DO embrace it not herald as the kings of their craft?
The Empire says we should band together, at every convention! We should be drunk with other scumlords at every possible hour! TAKE BACK THE DAYLIGHT FROM THE NORMIES! Drive back the plebian convention experience with an ocean of shutter shades and slurred language!
EMBRACE THE MADNESS
In a fit of ill-conceived ideas, we created SwagliCon - The PREMIER parasitic convention for ALL fandoms! With a Swag Badge around your throat, people will know you're the kind of of Kool Kid who stop giving a fuck about anything, especially your own personal safety. It acts as a beacon for others of your foul-nature, AND as an open request to share in whatever garbage that's being drunk by us of the Empire when you find us.
This "con" is a year-round event, jumping from convention to convention. If the Empire is there or any of the horrible dredges that party under our banner, you know a regrettably good time is roaming around the corner.
Get your badge as part of our Swag Bags available at the store [HERE]. Each bag comes with a badge, a shot glass, and a handful of small, thematic knickknacks to kick-start your own mistakes. And don't you worry, each cent goes to more props and supplies for our Swaglicorn panels and parties, so we're not gonna be buying drugs with this that we don't plan on sharing!