Tag Archives: Cosplaying

Haven Editorial – Regncon 2017

Bergen is a great town at the west coast of Norway, with lovely people and some cozy conventions, such as Regncon 2017. Which on its own is a very fitting pun for a convention taking place is a very wet country. The convention takes place during autumn and host a slew of wholesome geek activities. Its the one place to go in order to try out odd board games. Since people bring a bulk of them, which can be lent then and there.
Table top RPG’s, my personal favorite. Essentially a game master cook up a scenario in a setting, then people sign up to partake in that story.

I had one hell of a time playing Paranoia, a fantastic game about conspiracy, secret organizations and clones gone wrong. 

Now I should also mention the various card games such as Yu-Gi-Oh! Pokemon, Cardfight Vanguard and many others. Including a Norwegian favorite  Magic The Gathering. Often followed by a tournament of said game. It’s a good place to find players. Daniel (Rose) found someone to play Yu-Gi-Oh with, a rarity in Norway.

I did also held a chill and impartial cosplay competition. Due to few costumed people actually showing up, I just gave them prices accordingly to my specifications. Which weren’t three handcrafted Necronomicon’s.

There was also very nice workshop for learning how to paint table top figurines, held by an organist which specialize in miniature gaming. Which was also a wholesome activity to participate in. 

Regncon also invested in beads. Those hollow plastic cylinders you put on top of a spiked board. Then fuse then together with an hot clothing iron.

Someone even brought a button making machine. It’s a fascinating contraption to behold.

At least two video game completions where held as well. One revolved around Tekken, that combo heavy fighting game with quirky characters, beating the snot out of each other.

Same holds true for the more fast and fluid brawler Smash Bros.

Personal thoughts from Daniel, I enjoyed the convention. I won a bag of Smash a Norwegian chocolate in a smash brothers tournament. Because why the fudge not, the old Yugi player I played against is a old friend, he ran glad beasts and my Blue-Eyes feasted upon him and his soul and it was absolutely a wonderful time in competitive and casual gaming then I spend the rest of the day taking these photos you see here and painting a miniature, I ultimately really enjoyed Regncon 2017 and hope everyone gets to visit Regncon in the future.

Njål Sand


Nerd Editorial: Regncon 2015


Regncon 2015 – Bergen, Norway:

This is a very fun and local convention based around board, card, and tabletop games…with many other events going on, as well. The convention’s name is a pun on how much it rains in Bergen all year around. The con has a different theme each year; this time it was “Death and Decay”. This was oddly fitting, considering Halloween is coming.

Since a convention is all about content, some of the more memorable events should be mentioned. One was “Killer”: the art of stalking down other people and nailing them with rubber bands; a true contest of skill and taking cheap shots. Luckily for most people, the cafeteria and the toilets were safe zones. Despite this, a lot of people were caught with their pants down!

The association Hyperion has a morbid fascination with unicorns. So an illustration contest was held, and the contestants had three days to draw the best unicorn. In case you’re clueless, it’s an imaginary horse with a single horn. Most of the time it’s associated with purity and rainbows.


“Death from The Sims”

This brings me to the next event, a stick horse workshop. Judging by the success and feedback, it was a lot of fun. Naturally, some of them put on a silly performance and won prizes.

A local organization called GG Bergen, which focuses mainly on gaming, held among other things a Smash Bros. melee competition. It’s a game about Nintendo characters fighting each other. This organization gives kids who want to play against each other a reason to do so, and it’s available most weekends.

Since cosplay has gained a lot of popularity, a costume competition was unavoidable, and what fun it was. The good thing about it was that there was more than enough time to do a show, and the judges had plenty of time to examine the contestants’ costumes. Among the judges was the esteemed Mia Maki. I mention her since she actually has a reference page and is quite good at making costumes and props:



“The Ferryman”

Tabletop gaming is fun for most of the family, and even more so for the people attending. Whomever decides to be the Game Master (GM) is the one who tells the story and provides context/challenges. The players respond to the challenges put to them by the GM. I only had time for “An apple a day”, set within the SLA Industries universe. There I was an operative investigating several murders at a local hospital. A doctor at the hospital had patched up a mass-murderer who decided to kill kindergarten children. After that, I was stuck in the afterlife with the rest of my party. It was a lot of fun.

I spent most of Saturday and Sunday fighting against kids. Tidsreiser held two events. Time Travelers is an apocalyptic game that takes place in the future, where 99% of the world has died. This means that survivors gather together in tribes. It’s fun and focused around the idea of trade negotiation, rather than solving every engagement at gunpoint…though my character kept saying that “accidents happen”.

On Sunday they held an adventure game in a local park called The Unicorn Land, a very tranquil place where elves, men and goblins roam around and a fight a lot, or just make questionable treaties. After all, it’s not easy to trust knights with coconut horses and vile goblins. At the end of the day, the children amassed in a fight against the adults.

Here is a link to their main page:


If anyone has children aged 8 and up and happen to live in Bergen, feel free to sign up.



“A Zombie with Nice Dentures”

Since this convention is focused around things to do on a table top, they also held a Magic: The Gathering (MTG) tournament. It’s a very popular (and old) card game built around combat, collecting and trading. Personally I like the concept, but the execution bores me; though this should not stop anyone from enjoying it.

The food from Los Tacos was decent, but nothing to write home about (pun intended). It’s a local nachos place.

A couple of scavenger-hunters did exceedingly well at locating the hidden things around the school.


“Some Demon from the Stygian Abyss”

Since there is an artistic streak in most of us, all of us participating could draw a unicorn and win prizes. I did not deliver my contribution, and it was too bad that they could not show them on the auditorium wall.

As an additional note, this could not have been done without gofers, the volunteers who keep the wheels running. Anyone can be a gofer if they sign up. Besides, this year they did a splendid job.

“Everyone Expects the Spanish Inquisition”

So long story short, It was very enjoyable, and it’s a recurring event to look forward to every year.

Since Hyperion is an important part of this community, here is a link to their main page.


While you’re at it, feel free to take a look at my Facebook page.


-Njål Sand-

Nerd Editorial: An Unbiased View on Comic Con

I first applied for a press pass to comic con months earlier. About a week before the con they finally let me know I had gotten one. There were a list of requirements that had to be met before you could get a press pass. We didn’t meet them all, yet they gave us one anyway. Here’s what I did with it


Day 1


Early that morning I had to bus down to the convention to attend a press conference. I was directed into the room that had a large line out in front of it. Already the perks of the press pass were showing themselves. I was led to the front few rows where I was able to set up my equipment. I decided that it would be in my best interest to record the entire thing. Looking back on it, I decided that the whole thing was a waste of time. It aggrandized Dan Farr, the man behind the convention as a hero and savior for bringing such an event to Utah. But if the rumors about him are to be believed he’s far from noble. Especially regarding LGBT celebrities and applicants. Regardless, the most interesting part of this conference to me was when the district attorney was talking and said the phrase “What ever gender, or genders you are,” Which was slightly surprising, given this being Utah. Still slightly wide-eyed about the experience I finished recording and got to see a few celebrities. They were paraded out and sat down at tables for press to quickly interview. I decided to see who was in line and get at least one interview in. Joel Hodgeman of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 was sitting at an empty booth, with no one really around. It was perfect. Someone I have admired as a comedian for a while, and with no line. I asked him a few general questions about his passions, and I was on my way. I had no real desire to speak to anyone else. I mostly did it, because the opportunity presented itself. For the most part the interview went fine, I hadn’t planning on doing any interviews, so It was awkward on my part. A lack of preparation, and a sense of winging it, was going to be my general plan for the following days.

funko shot 2

I headed out of the conference hall and saw the mass of people waiting to get in. They were all lined up at big metal gates waiting to be herded into the main floor. I stood around wondering if I was supposed to do the same. I waited for a while, but never actually got into a line. I was beyond lines. Lines are boring. After a bit I decided that if I was confident enough I could just walk in through one of the doors staff members were using, even if it wasn’t allowed. So as I saw some folks carrying some boxes and equipment I got up to the door and followed them in. No one blinked an eye, or more likely just didn’t gave a shit. I made my move and it payed off. A press pass can get you places. I gazed upon the main floor and realized that this would be my home for the next few days, and whether or not it was going to be utter hell was up to some fickle God. I wandered around to see what kind of set up there was this year. The biggest and brightest was the Funko store: The crown jewel of comic con. IMG_0117The veritable heart that spread it’s arteries and capillaries to every booth and vendor. Spewing the true blood of the convention, hemorrhaging and gurgling for all to bow down and drink. And lo’ the people drank. The theme of this year’s convention wasn’t to showcase new and exciting things happening in “Nerd Culture.” No, it was consumption, greedy and lavish. I didn’t yet comprehend it’s extent. I couldn’t. We will come back to the eternally bleeding Funko, for I never truly could escape it. Soon after, the people entered. It all started on a Thursday so thankfully there weren’t too many people. The number of early entrants gave me much trepidation for the crowds I would witness on Saturday. I should point out that at this point there were only those who had purchased a gold or VIP pass to the convention. The upper classes of attendees. Those who could get in early, didn’t have to wait in long lines for panels or photos. Those who were donned in Metallic badges so everyone could clearly know who there status.

I did make my way over to the general entrance. It was two hours before the public was let in, and there was already a massive line that filled a large room. Just a giant pen to hold back the mass of people.IMG_0039 I could see those in front champing at the bit to get inside. I feel like the price of the convention and the waiting in line is all a psychological trick. Force people to pay and wait. Make them go through hell before finally getting inside. Once they are inside they will convince themselves that it was all worth it. They wouldn’t have done any of that if it wasn’t worth the pain and suffering. A trick of the mind to quell the cognitive dissonance of the reality. Another perk of the free press pass is seeing through this. Eventually they too joined us on the inside and the first day was in full swing. For the rest of the day I just wandered around getting myself familiar with the convention. I didn’t drink much water and didn’t really eat. Wandering the convention was like being in a trance. The whirl of colors from costumes and people, the hordes cramming themselves into tight alley ways. Pushing through, getting caught up, speeding up, breaking into an open area, the rush of freedom and relief, you truly lose yourself in those moments. It all felt as though you were in a state out of mind.


Day 2


Day one was a passive outside look at the con as a whole. On day two, I went deeper. I truly immersed myself. It was time to find the tiniest of crevasses in the con culture and explore what I find there. I want to delve into the niche shops that are scattered about. There is everything from artists to toy vendors all trying to capitalize on the lust of the consumers. The lust for pop culture, the lust to drown themselves in the material goods to forget the pain of the everyday, the lust for nostalgia. For here it is acceptable to acknowledge that lust and satiate it. I found one such nostalgia vendor. Selling toys and trinkets from my childhood in little baggies, as though they were drugs. People huddled around his register itching to make a purchase to relieve the craving.

Known nostalgia vendor

I spent the day wandering from vendor to vendor. They were all shouting and hawking their wares. People were waving money and shouting back. Arguments over quality and price until an agreement could be reached. There was a true sense of bartering. The whole place was just one giant bazaar. Fueled by the rawest forms of mercantilism and trade and all for what? Nothing but keeping ones addictions alive. In these alleyways, there is still the glimmer of what comic conventions were intended for. Private sellers and traders of comics trying to make a living. Through all the circumstance and celebrity worship that envelops Comic Con, comic merchants still reside within its depths, carrying on with the traditions. These are the parts of the convention I love. In these stalls and vendors I felt the true sense of the convention. Herein lies the depravity that I love about comics, and toys, and making the finds you wouldn’t be able to elsewhere.

In my wanderings on the second day I came to understand how pervasive the Funko blood was.funko tower How deeply it flowed into every crack and crevasse. This day I understood that it was blood that connected the entire con. Every stall, save a select few was drenched in this blood, and selling it by the gallon to anyone who was willing to drink. At This point I finally decided to venture into the heart of the con, the Funko booth. There was a large line out front, that wound around a show case of exclusive figures, and large statues. IMG_0130

Then headed into the rows of the Pop figurines, before emerging at the registers and exiting near a final statue crowded with children having their picture taken. This truly was what was giving life to this convention. It’s what spurred the consumption, and gave justification to the blood lust of the participants.

funko 3

Further emphasized the death of bizarre and unique and gave rise to the commercial.

Day 3

I felt like the delirium had finally set in. I was adrift in the sea of people, waves upon waves of people washed over me. The noise of the con had become nothing but white noise and everything I saw was spun together in a mesh of sweat, and cosplay foam. There was nothing new. Nothing to keep my attention. Nothing to drive off the paranoia of the endlessness of the convention. I’ve stared into the soul of Comic Con. I’ve seen what this beast truly is and it has jaded me to my core. The third day of a convention always leaves me with an utter contempt for the whole experience and this was no different. Once a year 200,000 people come together to participate in this event. They throw themselves into the mud and mire for three days. The events that take place are never remembered the same and everyone recounts them as though something entirely different, something much safer had happened. I don’t think anyone can stand to look back and with a sound mind, let the world know what they did. On the third day I hid from that. I found a little corner booth that sold some comics and just read. I let my world burn around me as I just read. And hoped that there was a chance that we all just might make it out unscathed.

-Jordan Kamm-