(As far as you can tell, that cover image... is not mine. Copyright, all rights whatever the case is, this ain't my artwork and person who made this should be fully credited as such. Moving on from the boring stuff.)
Cosplayer. Ends up in Space. Re...
Goddamnit! This was my first day on Comic-Con! What the hell?! The second I step into the Pokemon section as I was about to comment on how dope their costumes looked, I was dropped into a portal... like-
-what the fuck.
'You don't hear that everyday starting stories with that sentence...' I mutter to myself, calmly accepting the fact I was in SPACE and I had unknowingly had a high acceptance rate of dealing with BS. Either that it was depression or my insanity kicking in.
'Space is pretty.' I commented in awe. I could see the moon in here. Never realised it was so big.
Wait.
THAT IS THE FUCKING MOON JESUS DAMNIT-
Many Ows. Then I started to realise I was wearing... a suit of armor.
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It was the Mark 42, but it was silver, mixed with some gun-metal and grey alloys and a spec(?), touch(?) of cobalt blue minted across the surface. Then everything went flashing RED.
WARNING WARNING SUIT HAS BEEN COMPROMISED
OHSHIT SHIT SHIT
There was a small gap between my sides as I needlessly tried to clog the air from coming out. My chest tightened. My breath, sucked out from the vaccum of space as a sinking feeling of death caused me to panic.
CALM THE FUCK DOWN
It wasn't helping the fact my HUD kept flashing red like a fucking firetruck. I was going to die in an Iron Man suit and by on god my inner-fanboy refused to die that way. And there it was, floating innocently in the vastness of space.
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