A con was threatened, but don’t attack symptoms and make a problem worse.
by Patch O'Furr
There were lots of reasons to celebrate in Reno, on May 14-17, 2015. 2400 furballs tumbled across the desert to Biggest Little Fur Con, making it the 6th largest con after three short years. I spoke to the Chair, who said that they were very lucky to have the extravagant layout of the Grand Sierra. Happy vibes filled it up. There was a group photo of 700 fursuiters. I jumped in to hug as many as possible, and it was like a spin in a dryer on fluff cycle.
Oh hey guys look its the parade group photo! :3 Photo by @PictureNV @BiggestLittleFC #BLFC #BLFC2015 pic.twitter.com/rVj6hj1xbO— ~TigonKitty~ (@TimothyTigon) May 18, 2015
Swept away from the outpouring of Furry friendship, there was one little black speck of pain. While others acted out their inner feelings in colorful costumes, one lonely guy let his inner demons out. He went to make an outburst with threats of violence. It was a cry for help. But the community could only help itself, and he was detained and escorted away. Everyone else’s happiness could only be a mirage in his personal desert.