Ever felt like punching a zombie gangster while wearing a rocket pack? How about being framed for your own murder by evil Martian cultists? If so, then ConFounding Tales! is the con for you. If not, you’re a lousy agent of the stinkin’ Space Baron! Eat De-atomiser Ray! From the Chicago underworld to the moons of Mongo, via places Man Was Not Meant To Know, ConFounding Tales! is celebrating the glory of pulp. Following the success of ConVivial's Victoriana, we've jumped forward a decade or two and into the age of hardboiled gumshoes, atomic rockets and hideous slithering somethings. To help you dress and speak appropriately, we've split the days of the convention by type. Friday will be ConFounding Tales! of Criminal Thrills, Saturday ConFounding Tales! of Cosmic Tyrants and Sunday ConFounding Tales! of Creeping Terror. So grab your violin case, rocket pack and cultist's robes, and join us for ConFounding Tales! – the convention so thrill-packed, it has to have a permanent exclamation mark.

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