PAX is full of nerds. You dress up as gay ass furries and bad representations of the video game characters you pleasure yourself in the comfort of your cheeto-dust filled bedrooms. Your mom is probably going to pack two pizza lunchables and an apple-dipper, with every dip I lose respect for your very soul. When I enter the Magic The Gathering section I get sickness akin to the scent of burning flesh. Don't worry this year I'm bringing on entourage of back-up so I won't have to stand anywhere close to your sweat filled shirts.
PS- Anyone dressed up in any costume is going to get the shit beat out of him when they try to leave the exhibit. You might not be the victim but do you really want to take that chance?