In January 2015 something historic happened. Something that we should all remember and make fun of for the rest of our lives. American cosplayer Dustin Clover had been struck along with inspiration following finishing the very first episode of Tokyo Ghoul. He wanted to become a Tokyo Ghoul Cosplay enthusiast. The 2nd season marked an entire change in direction in the original manga, using the protagonist Kaneki really joining the villainous business rather than rebelling towards them. This alter also brought by using it a new way to look for the personality.
When I saw the brand new outfit I was in love right away… A lot of overlapping levels of dark. I hadn’t been this fired up since my personal Xehanort cosplay. And so I did exactly what any excellent cosplayer might do and immediately dunked my personal head inside a tub filled with bleach.
I desired to be the first one to do this and I wanted to do it properly. I created my costume from patches of skintight leather-based materials, you understand, the typical stuff, and kept it and added lots of zippers. He rushed to another open convention prior to the week ended. But it came to a tragic turn of events, however, when I discovered myself desperately looking for restroom alleviation after downing the gallon of overpriced resort bar scotch. To his surprise and scary thought, the leather-based material on the costume had been so skintight it was impossible to get rid of. All the zippers had been stuck in position, almost grafted on to his skin.
I guess the very first warning indication should’ve already been how hard it was put the thing on in the first place… however, you know, I believed I’d just be worried about that after I got home. Which is normal reaction for any cosplayer today. He ran through the conference hall yelling through their skintight Ghoul cover up. He had been promptly kicked from the convention through security and started to wander the streets.
It had been so chilly, and I smelled like piss. I begged for help however everyone simply ran from me… It had been probably the mask. I went to the police however they just came their weapons at me personally. They open up fire on cosplayers now, they are not very friendly toward this culture. I haven’t eaten anything or rested for hours. I was so hungry… my personal stomach is burning non-stop… I’m therefore so hungry… the folks around me are beginning to look… delicious… those were his last words before he ran away from the scene. Dustin’s whereabouts are unknown, as the Anime Maru reporter was the final person to see him, even though in totally unrelated information, several people appear to have inexplicably gone missing.
Ultimately this last part is a joke. But the overall story will serve to teach us not to mess around with these costumes as Tokyo Ghoul cosplay can be dangerous if we don’t know what we’re doing.
