Once inside, I'm thrown into a totally unfamiliar culture. "Will Numa Numa for Glomp." What strange language is this? It seems to follow the basic syntax of English, but what do those words mean? I'm surrounded by the strange mysteries of anime…
It's immediately apparent that I'm underdressed. I seem to have committed the first faux pas of the anime convention: I showed up without my costume. I become a little bit self-conscious about my appearance. No worries, though: with my moth-eaten sweater, protruding shirttails and unshaven countenance, I'm pulling off a pretty good "big sloppy guy" costume.
See? This guy is rocking the same basic costume idea, and he fits right in.
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