Saturday, September 26, 2015

How I Hate My Printer and Inspired by Folklore

Some days I like my printer.  This was not one of those days.  It was one of those days where you create new curse words to describe your frustration.  You ask your printer to do things that are anatomically impossible, not that it has the anatomical parts to perform such acts.  This is on of those days where you wish objects had feelings to hurt.  Am I mean?  Maybe.  But when you request a simple thing, like print landscape instead of portrait, of your printer, you don't think too much of it until it refuses.  Maybe you're asking the printer to change the size of your document, but no matter how many times you click the button to change the size and save, the printer reverts back to a size you did not select.  Over and over again.

I finally settled on what it wanted to do and stopped fighting it.  I lost every battle.

I bring you Along Came the Spider, my 34th micro-adventure.  This one features the map I drew in a map book a good man sent me as a gift.  The map that is included was drawn in my vehicle at lunch and scanned in to use for this adventure.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/3437995

 This adventure was inspired by folklore.  We've been messing with folklore in our Pits & Perils game and that inspired me to come up with something.  A folklore thing.  An artifact.  But not some powerful magic item, but a thing,  a symbol that contains meaning to people who know it. A thing that inspires or causes fear.

My $5 patron will receive the zine copy of Along Came the Spider at the end of the month and the PDF is free for anyone to download. 

Enjoy!

5 comments:

  1. Your printer is largely made of plastic.
    Your garage floor is made of concrete.
    A seven foot drop won't hurt your printer.
    But the sudden stop at the end?

    Remind your printer of these facts.
    Then make an example of it.
    Take a picture of the results.
    Make that the first thing the new printer prints out.

    You shouldn't have anymore problems.
    But remember, a blowtorch is only a hardware store away.

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  2. I usually kick it out in the street and tell it it is no longer welcome!

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    1. I wish I could do that, but it knows it has me.

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  3. The title sounds very appealing!

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