HallowCon 2021
October 29 - 31, 2021
presents
You slip into the last free seat at the Blackjack table, surrounded by gaily dressed boos and ghouls celebrating the season... the season when inky trees claw at the rising moon from autumn-kissed mountaintops... the season when spirits spill out of their graves, shake the dust from their shrouds, and creep through the night air.
A new dealer, cosplaying a monk in ragged robes, leans a rusty scythe against the wall and steals into the game. You think you see a skeletal hand flashing in the dim light of the room as he deals out kings, queens, and aces face-down on worn felt. You're convinced you're seeing things, until he peers up at you from behind a rumpled hood, until you recoil from his glowing-coal eyes. Your skin crawls as his voice rasps like dry leaves scraped together by a frost-rimmed wind.
“Dealer stands on seventeen. But remember... in the end, the house always wins.”
Are you trapped in the Twilight Zone?
Are you ensnared by a nightmare?
No! You’re at HallowCon!
A new dealer, cosplaying a monk in ragged robes, leans a rusty scythe against the wall and steals into the game. You think you see a skeletal hand flashing in the dim light of the room as he deals out kings, queens, and aces face-down on worn felt. You're convinced you're seeing things, until he peers up at you from behind a rumpled hood, until you recoil from his glowing-coal eyes. Your skin crawls as his voice rasps like dry leaves scraped together by a frost-rimmed wind.
“Dealer stands on seventeen. But remember... in the end, the house always wins.”
Are you trapped in the Twilight Zone?
Are you ensnared by a nightmare?
No! You’re at HallowCon!
Art design by Jeffery Hayes/Plasma Fire Graphics
