Don't worry, this isn't as TLDR as it looks. Each paragraph is a completely separate story and you don't have to read it all. They're probably not in chronological order either. I'm just writing them as I remember them. Overall, I think this may have been my favorite MFF ever!



As many of you know, I carve rupees and refuse to sell them. They are money, and therefore I will only buy things with them. This lead to several awesome stories this MFF. I pre-ordered a badge from  MLW and was planning on paying for it at her table. Before I could,  Zaezar inquired into how he could possibly get a set of rupees. I had him find MLW, buy my badge from her, and then sell it back to me for a set. That in itself was amazing, but because Zae is so awesome the story gets even better. He came back to me later showing me how he painted the first one. He added shine details and made it freaking gorgeous. He told me how he posted it online and somebody instantly requested to purchase one. He told the person that he couldn't sell it, but he'd buy something with it! I have created currency that actually circulates! I am now a sovereign nation! FEAR ME!!



This next story is also about rupees. A young boy, around ten or so, came to my table and proudly announced that he had money. The first thing he inquired was how much rupees were. I gave him my spiel about how he had to sell me something for them. Without any hesitation he asked with a hint of annoyance, "Can I sell you my money?" No one has ever made that offer before, and it caught everyone on my side of the table off guard. I was uncontrollably laughing for a good long while before I managed to tell him he could definitely sell me his money. He looked so proud of himself and I really hope he remembers that achievement every time he looks at his new currency.



There's a chain mail crafter who goes by Pendragon who I made a commission for a few years back. I carved his really cool symbol for him. This year, he found me to tell me about what he was currently doing with it. He's a part of a large LARP group who just finished a large story ark centered around my carving. It was apparently the key to saving the world. As the story moved, the learned small bits and pieces about me while trying to get their hands on my carving. They learned I was an ancient master crafter with amazing capabilities in magic. They learned I was of a race involving a hybrid between animal and man. They knew my name had a T and a K involved. They kept asking Pendragon about me because they knew the carving was his symbol, but he wouldn't tell. Apparently, they were trying to find me online in the hopes of learning some valuable information to get a step ahead. He took one of my business cards and I really hope I get some ridiculous E-mails soon!



I sat next to  Zinky. in the artist ally on Saturday and Sunday. We came up with the best dumb furry watching game ever. We'd scour badges until we'd see one that had a character turned enough to see a butt (they were never naughty butts, but regular, every day, not naughty butts). Then we'd point at it and yell "BUTT!" We officially titled it butt hunting.



I definitely survived Chloricon 2014, and had an amazing adventure while doing so. I was in a room with my friend  mattseven7 when the alarms went off. I was certainly unprepared to hang out outside for an extended period of time, but I thankfully bumped into  varzen within minutes. He wrapped me in his huge wings that were the warmest, snuggliest blankets I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I spent most of the time outside yelling "For your protection, hug the nearest fursuiter!" and "For the safety of the convention, all fursonas are now penguins! Huddle up!" Eventually we were ushered into the convention center across the street to stay warm. At this point, I really needed a break from people. I had already called it quits for the day when the alarm went off, and I just wanted some time away from the crowd. Me and Matt went off towards the back of the huge, empty convention floor in search of adventure. We found huge piles of rolled up carpets that we ran across. I couldn't do that for long, so we went upstairs in search of someplace cool. Most of the lights were out and it was pretty thrilling adventuring through the darkened, empty convention floors. Eventually, we found a hallway filled with empty couches only two other people had found! We fell asleep on the farthest couch for an hour or so before we went outside to check to see if the issue was solved. The person we found said it wasn't, so we tried to go back up the fire exit to our couch. Unfortunately, there was staff there that told us not to, so we went inside a different door into the convention center. They really shouldn't have let us go through this door, because that's when the real adventure began! The quest to re-find our couch began in the part of the convention center that was under construction. Every room had tuns of rolled up carpet, building equipment, ladders, and very dirty floors. We peeked into a hallway in an attempt to get closer to our couch and found a cop blocking our way through. We managed to get around his surveillance by finding unlocked staff doors in the unfinished rooms. When we got back to the hallway that lead to the couches, the lights were on and the doors were locked tight. We almost gave up there; we had the world and we through it away! Luckily, we tried one more way. We backtracked until we got into this large floor space and followed the wall which we knew had wonderful couches on the other side. Eventually we found an open door that led in. It was the greatest conclusion to one of the greatest adventures I've ever had. We were woken up by cops a couple hours later who aggressively informed us that the Hyatt was safe. They told us to clean our shit up (we had thrown the cushions on the ground for more space), told us they had to escort us out, asked us if we had fursuits and how much the cost, and then asked, "Did you do anything funky on that couch?" He said funky! I couldn't help but laugh, and the answer is of course no.



I have a wicked con crash right now. They always hit me really hard since, as those who know me can attest, I give group events every ounce of my energy. I kind of like how hard con crash hits me though seeing as I never experience post con blues. I'm just too tired and too desperate for alone time to be sad that the convention is over. Doesn't mean I'm excited for next year already though!