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So I was very disappointed with VegasCon even though my expectations were really low to begin with; I mean I knew what to expect and for the most part I got that. You could say it lived down to my expectations.

I feel like I knew what I was getting into when I bought tickets. I am aware of what is normal and what isn’t when it comes to Sci-Fi conventions. I was telling a friend of mine how much it costs to get a photo and an autograph from Jared or Jensen and his jaw dropped.

“When I met Stan Lee, I got a picture of him and his autograph for free! And he’s way more famous than any of these guys!”

“I know,” I said. “It’s ridiculous.”

I walked in with my eyes open. I knew what was coming. I just underestimated how depressing it was to see how much money Creation Ent. is making off fans and how badly they treat the fans who aren’t able or willing to pay upwards of $500 per convention on tickets alone.