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So far, I've managed to escape one of the most hallowed of all PAX traditions: the flu-induced vision quest of horrors. I've probably jinxed it now, so I expect to be gravely ill by the time I finish writing this.
Check out these pictures and honor me by finding a pig and punching it in its stupid death-dealing snout.
This was the view of the Boston Convention and Exhibition Center from my hotel room. Behind it is, you know, Boston and stuff.
These life-sized dudes from Tribes Ascend were there to greet you when you entered the BCEC. They were also there to make you wonder if you would survive if one fell on you.
By the time Sunday rolled around, this sign's purpose was to remind us that we were at PAX East and not, say, a body odor and halitosis convention.
It was about the moment you saw this that you realized you were going to miss some things, no matter how hard you tried to see it all.
For example, I didn't go into the Nintendo booth at all. I think it was mostly because it looked like you had to wait in line to go get into several other lines, and that was maybe too many lines, even for PAX.
This was the slightly terrifying PC room. I'm sure everyone down there was having fun, but from above, it looked like people were re-enacting the factory scene from Fritz Lang's Metropolis.
Continue to Page Two to brave the crowds and look at some booths.
