As it turns out, you've gotten involved with a really unusual sect of the Hallowe'en religious movement, a group that call themselves T.I.T.A.N. and hail as their messiah a person they call Chris Titan, who, naturally, disappeared, whom was followed by Deputy Gray, the Keeper of the Sacred Toe Bone, author of the new movement, who also subsequently disappeared. Disappearance and occultation seems to be a big part of the whole thing, along with recipes for biscuits and broths, and a lot of unusual new spellings of common words that are justified by what they call Titanic Gematria. You don't really pay attention to the details - indeed, you don't even know what the acronym means - and honestly only show up to meetings to get drunk and have a laugh!
Which, you guess, means you're as prepared as anyone for the Festival of the Chris Titan Mask.
You've slapped some papier-mache onto a moulded plastic face mask and painted it up really nice, trying to capture the spirit of Titan in clumpy wet newsprint and acrylics. The rough textures give it a really creepy quality, especially when you've blazed a few. You know that Titan would be pleased by the representation and that you'll be the life of the party wearing it!