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Even though we’re still trying to clear our noses of the foul Velcro-like stench of sweaty spandex and body odor (buy some fucking deodorant, will ya?), we wanted to do something special for those one or two people we see along the way who stay with us the entire time.
Maybe it’s because of their costume… maybe it’s because they made us laugh… but without fail someone will always stand out to us. From now on we shall honor these folks and dub one of them The Dread Central King (or Queen) of Comic-Con.
Below you’ll find the 2014 winner plus the runner-up. We salute you two for doing your part to make the event a brighter and funnier place. You gentleman are our heroes of the weekend!