[ Wp ] At a cosplay convention , everybody gets the powers of whoever they 're cosplaying .

It started as an accident. Cyclops took his visor off to wipe some sweat from his eyes. That did n't end well for Morgana and Eve. Most of us had powers that were incredible but not impossible. I was especially lucky. I had a healing factor and an adamantium skeleton. This was useful when various sorts of characters started to test things one way or another. I know one guy in a wheel chair was especially thrilled that he was now able to walk again as a nine foot tall Autobot. Good for him. 
 
 I felt really bad for the booth babes for the overly sexualized cartoon porn. They did n't have it quite so bad as the bronies, though at least some of them seemed happier and less smelly as horses with magical powers. Some of the things that went down in the hotel and even in the convention center bathrooms have made rule 34 seem tame by comparison. I was n't having any of that. 
 
 A passing familiarity with the Disney characters would have told you what was going on, but everyone seemed quite confused by the melting snowman and the Ariel cosplayer who died of asphyxiation. There were also more subtle problems, like that poor Minecraft Creeper girl. Rest in piece. I was nearby, but that healing factor saved me. 
 
 There was a lot of debate about who had become the most powerful. Let me tell you, I'm glad I knew Magneto and he was a good guy. I was worried about the death note kid, but apparently he was n't interested in testing his power. The star wars kids were definitely on the powerful side, but they had their limits. There were a variety of powerful mages, ghosts, aliens, mutants, and characters with plot device powers. These were all intimidating. 
 
 Then I saw her. Yellow ribbons in her hair. Short. Japanese. Schoolgirl uniform. She was cute. She was Haruhi Suzimiya. I slapped myself in the face with my palm, nicking my scalp as I pulled away. This was bad. At least this young girl had n't yet fathomed what her powers meant. Just like the character she was emulating, she had n't realized yet that she was god now and this universe was her. I held my breath. She seemed oblivious. She walked up to me. 
 
 `` Oh cool wolverine. How do the claws work? They look like they're actually coming out of your hand? What's the trick?'' 
 
 I exhaled in relief. She was just as ditzy as her namesake. `` Oh, yeah. I'm a prop designer. Let me tell you all about it...''
