Scrapper has arrived. Gnaw has arrived. Catechism has arrived. F-35B Lightning II transforms into robot form. Catechism's feet unfold, her arms unfold out of her body, her nosecone rotates through her body and ends up on her body, and her wings rotate into position at her hips. Somewhere in Spain, a fire rages in a forest. Critters of all varieties flee in terror from it as a swath of destruction, uh, destroys the forest. And in the middle of that fire, a very large tree has fallen over and burns fiercely. Is Americon under it? As the tree is eaten, its burning remains reveal... nothing. NOW