Comic Transcripts

[[A rigid sign is posted on a post. We can’t read the middle section because the print is two small, but the top and bottom parts read thusly:]]
LOST CAT
Adult Shorthair
“Sir Whiskerbuns”
White with Black
Lithe & Graceful
Penetrating Eyes
Soul of a Poet
CALL 292-2511

[[A closer shot of the same sign lets us read the finer print.]]
A regal manner that harkens to the days when cats were the consorts of kings. A true prince of the evening and lord of the morning sun. Muscles firm and sinewy beneath a coat more velvet than fur. A friend – nay, a brother! – in times of direst need, for with calm and insistent devotion has Sir Whiskerbuns purred me through many an ebb soul-tide. An avatar of grace; an earthly vessel containing a spark of the divine I often wonder if Sir Whiskerbuns is truly a demigod taken a mean feline form.

[[Someone in a dress reads the sign, which we can now see is mounted to an old-style lamppost. A cat, Sir Whiskerbuns, sits nearby on the sidewalk.]]
Sir Whiskerbuns: Dude I ran AWAY from that house

{{header: pine for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ’s own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.}}

#797; In which a Cat gets Out transcribed by in

[[A rigid sign is posted on a post. We can’t read the middle section because the print is two small, but the top and bottom parts read thusly:]]
LOST CAT
Adult Shorthair
“Sir Whiskerbuns”
White with Black
Lithe & Graceful
Penetrating Eyes
Soul of a Poet
CALL 292-2511

[[A closer shot of the same sign lets us read the finer print.]]
A regal manner that harkens to the days when cats were the consorts of kings. A true prince of the evening and lord of the morning sun. Muscles firm and sinewy beneath a coat more velvet than fur. A friend – nay, a brother! – in times of direst need, for with calm and insistent devotion has Sir Whiskerbuns purred me through many an ebb soul-tide. An avatar of grace; an earthly vessel containing a spark of the divine I often wonder if Sir Whiskerbuns is truly a demigod taken a mean feline form.

[[Someone in a dress reads the sign, which we can now see is mounted to an old-style lamppost. A cat, Sir Whiskerbuns, sits nearby on the sidewalk.]]
Sir Whiskerbuns: Dude I ran AWAY from that house

{{header: pine for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ’s own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.}}

#797; In which a Cat gets Out transcribed by in

[[A rigid sign is posted on a post. We can't read the middle section because the print is two small, but the top and bottom parts read thusly:]]
LOST CAT
Adult Shorthair
"Sir Whiskerbuns"
White with Black
Lithe & Graceful
Penetrating Eyes
Soul of a Poet
CALL 292-2511

[[A closer shot of the same sign lets us read the finer print.]]
A regal manner that harkens to the days when cats were the consorts of kings. A true prince of the evening and lord of the morning sun. Muscles firm and sinewy beneath a coat more velvet than fur. A friend - nay, a brother! - in times of direst need, for with calm and insistent devotion has Sir Whiskerbuns purred me through many an ebb soul-tide. An avatar of grace; an earthly vessel containing a spark of the divine I often wonder if Sir Whiskerbuns is truly a demigod taken a mean feline form.

[[Someone in a dress reads the sign, which we can now see is mounted to an old-style lamppost. A cat, Sir Whiskerbuns, sits nearby on the sidewalk.]]
Sir Whiskerbuns: Dude I ran AWAY from that house

{{header: pine for WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ's own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.}}

His yowls, when I place my homemade Helmet of Nobility upon his furry head, are like the cries of an angel being stuck with Christ's own spear. His claws are the claws that the Lord would have, if the Lord had had claws.

New ways to get Bolted!

In addition to buying things directly from me, the normal way, my game Bolted! is also now available on Amazon dot com.

On that famous website, you can also get the Creature-Crafting Magnets Set, which is made of the same artwork from the game, but is just a weird little trinket (not a playable game).

My kiddo made the elaborate version below to show off just how many magnets you get in the set (it’s 150 pieces in all — this isn’t even all of them).

Also now on Amazon is my set of Multi-Purpose Greeting Cards — a full dozen cards with envelopes in a fancy, unbranded, foil-stamped box!

Event alert!

I’ll also be showing off Bolted! at Greenwood Games, an event in Seattle this Saturday:

Greenwood Games is a free, all-ages community game event that invites players to spend the afternoon walking Greenwood Avenue from 65th to 80th, collecting clues, cracking puzzles, and discovering games made right here in Washington.

Think of it as Pride Hop, ArtWalk, and the Gumshoe all rolled into one,  except the whole thing is built around games and puzzles.​

Local game designers will be set up at different places along Greenwood Avenue in Phinney Ridge (near Ballard). My specific spot will be the “Holy Mountain Phinney Ridge Taproom”. All the information about all the different games & venues is on the website!

(If you’re in Seattle generally but not free tomorrow, Bolted! is also stocked at Blue Highway Games in Queen Anne.)

Next week, I’ll be at Gen Con! I personally will be hanging with my buddy Sam Logan at BFE Webcomics, booth #1217… but I have it on good authority that copies of Bolted! will be available at the CRWN Studios booth, #2549.

Visit one booth! Then the other! The order…is up to you.


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