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.

#797; In which a Cat gets Out

  — February 10th, 2012

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Bolted! Fulfillment Update

May 25, 2026 by David Malki !
Photo courtesy of backer Nicola!

The vast majority of Bolted! game shipments are already shipped, but I understand if you don’t have yours yet, who cares. Here’s a progress report:

Total orders | 1052
Surveys completed | 992
Fully shipped | 946

Incomplete surveys

Obviously, if I don’t have your shipping address, I can’t ship your game! Let me know if you are missing a survey link. As new responses come in, they are rapidly added to the shipping queue.

Orders containing certain add-ons

Some of the add-ons proved more popular than expected — which is lovely! But it meant I had to reprint some stickers, make all the individual comic prints, request a shipment of books from offsite storage, etc, etc. So, any orders which contain an out-of-stock item are still waiting to ship.

All that missing stuff, though, is en route to me at this very second! So those orders will be going out pretty dang soon!

Custom items

I’ve already been in touch directly with the backers who ordered custom collages! Those will be created (and sent to you) after all the other shipments are complete. I’m excited for those, they’ll be fun! My pleasant dessert after the hearty meal of all the other orders.

Anything wrong?

I’m very grateful to the few folks who’ve contacted me to report some kind of issue with their shipment! Thankfully, problems are rare, but when they do occur, I would like to solve them. Please don’t hesitate to send me an email (replying to your shipping confirmation works great) if there’s anything about your order I can correct.

Reviews & photos

On BoardGameGeek are highly appreciated!

Unless you hate the game! You are entitled to that opinion, but please send that review directly to me instead of telling anyone else, so I can eat it and bury it in the yard and watch it grow into a twisted, gnarled tree. Or whatever!


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