Wreck the Ball at Awesome Con 2026!

Are you curious what kind of trouble we got up to at Awesome Con? Well here is a recap of what we got up to when our Boss ordered us to Wreck the Ball!

The Anti-Fairy Godmother, consumed by paranoia and ambition, gathered her unlikely band of miscreants and set them loose upon the royal ball with one singular, chaotic mandate — ruin everything, and , if you can, make sure the Fairy Godmother takes the blame. Into the grandest ballroom in the kingdom she sent them: Gleep, the green and unfortunate confectioner with a talent for culinary sabotage; Mek, the trap-setting mechanic with a gift for hiding in places no one should hide; Garth, the magpie-brained ranger with an obsession for anything that glitters (particularly shoes); and John, the mercenary who needed only the promise of gold and a stolen suit to feel right at home among royalty. Through a combination of forged credentials, a well-timed distraction involving a missing earring, and one very overwhelmed party planner named Deb, the crew infiltrated the ball and set their plan into devastating motion. Allergen-laced hors d'oeuvres left half the guests weeping and sneezing. A fake rat on a string sent the crowd into a stampede. A strategically knocked candelabra ignited the curtains, and in a stroke of catastrophic genius, well-meaning guests hurled drink after drink onto the flames — every glass of alcohol turning a manageable fire into a spiraling, unnatural vortex. A knight named Frank was emotionally dismantled piece by piece, the Prince was buried face-first in a twelve-foot cake, and Garth made off with enough stolen shoes to open a boutique.

And then — the Fairy Godmother herself arrived. One look at the carnage was all it took before the minions were upon her, biting, wrestling, and hurling backpacks in a desperate struggle for her wand. In the end, it was Gleep who delivered the killing blow (figuratively): a living, wriggling grub on a stale cracker, shoved directly into her open mouth. She bit down. She felt it move. And she was forever changed, never to be quite the same again. With the wand claimed and their enemy thoroughly broken, the minions vanished into the night. They returned to the Anti-Fairy Godmother with the greatest prize she had ever held. She looked at that wand, declared the kingdom far too small a conquest, and promoted her generals on the spot. And so, with quadrupled pay, a collection of stolen shoes, and the whole wide world suddenly on the table...what could possibly come next.