What would you consider a perfect day? For some, it’s a long weekend with nothing to do but eat, sleep and watch TV. Finding a $100 bill on an empty sidewalk? Maybe time with loved ones? For me, it was screaming orders into a mic with a pack of the sweaty questionably showered men at this years NYCC while hunting and killing a crapload of sexy vicious monsters. I was a slayer, hear me slaughter!