Evil is bald. Evil is bearded. And today, Tamerlane -- who passes for evil personified here at UltraCon -- clunks his combat boots down the turquoise carpet of the Broward Convention Center in Fort Lauderdale, swinging around a riding crop like a five-star general. "There's only two places I'm comfortable!" he announces. "Fetish parties and cosplay!"
A gloved hand menacingly strokes his fire-red beard. Tinted sunglasses shield his eyes. His lips, hitched in a say-cheese grin, frame a gold grill. Around him, geeks hawk comics, adults waddle in Pokémon costumes, and nerds play Magic the Gathering. All eyes fix on Tamerlane.
Sounding like a classic English thespian who's been hitting the crack pipe, he booms,"Buy! Buy! Buy! Capitalism at its best, people. Shop away. Help the government."