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These aren’t from the Tokyo Game Show, but since I will be attending on the Professional Day (Fri) and one of the Public Days (Sat) I thought I’d give you all an unpleasant taste of what I will be facing on the Public Day. The booth babes are very hot, but sometimes the cosplayers will cause an unpleasant double-take, like when one grabs a can of Coke, but forgets that you finished the Coke an hour ago, and refilled the can with water. It’s not so much that water is horrible, but it’s not Coke. Masamania has more here (Masamania, who is wild, was finally featured at Boingboing.net for this very page.)

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