Oliver Moss

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My Fandom History ... there is no way I can list it all, but


* I was on the winning team of Rhino Hunt which was a precursor to Gishwhes
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Explanation of Rhino Hunt and more pics at my SPN Neocities Page.

* Vice Chair, Director of Relations, Reg Staff, A/V Tech, PR ... so many staff positions

* Went to ConCon, the Leverage Con thrown by the show's production company. It was fun, but also a hot mess

* Used to go to Kane shows and was there the night Jensen showed up to do backing vocals
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More pictures at my Kane Neocities page.

* At 9 years old walked two miles to a Star Trek Con my Mom said I couldn't go to. Snuck in. Bought some fan comics. Walked 2 miles home. A few weeks later Mom found the comics and threw them out because she thought they were porn.

* Went to San Diego Comic Con some years as industry

* sorts through giant pile of badges Why do I have a 'Hotel Liaison' badge for Gamestorm? I was their hotel liaison? When?

* 3 years working for Random Acts

* The scene in Hannibal that involves a pine tree? I hand felted organs to recreate that as my holiday tree one year.

* I break for what can only be traps set to catch Dean Winchester
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* I take odd landscape photos sometimes
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* I played a small part in pirating The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension. There was no home video release for 20 years, so the movie spread through analogue piracy. No pirate bay, we had stacks of VCRs in dorm rooms.

* I went to the original Trek in the Park also helped sew tribbles for the year they did Trouble with Tribbles
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And lots of other stuff, mostly running forums and comms and cons and events and charity auctions and ... stuff.

My team died on the last job. The new members look exactly like the old ones. I've become so numb I can't even tell them apart anymore. I've seen too many not come back from their very first job.

The truck stops and we stumble out at yet another farmhouse. I swear it looks like the last one. My teammates move awkwardly like they are still getting used to their bodies. We go from room to room in a tight huddle looking for signs of the haunting. We can't find a trace. I start straying from the group, trying to get any hint of an EMF reading in the darkness.

Hands. Can't move. A distant light bulb pops, then light floods everything.

It's my first day ghost hunting! They've given me a journal to record my adventures. I flip back and forth through the pages. I want to make sure I've got a handle on what signs point to a Poltergheist and what a Mare even is.

Everyone is strangely quiet. There are massive, poster sized pictures of dead bodies on the wall.

“Are those the hauntings we are looking into? Those deaths? They look … violent.”

No one answers. They climb onto the truck and I follow.