This Saturday, mutants from coast to coast will assemble outside the basements and Pokémon clubs for the first time…since the last time this coalition of unlovable virgins and elderly, unliked parents gathered together to fool themselves into thinking they might not die alone and be eaten by a pet or a swarm of rats living under the hoarded mementos they haven’t been able to throw out since they peaked in high school. If that sounds cruel, good. These people have wasted more Saturdays this year than they’ve had visits from family or friends in the last ten. But they’re getting...