Comic Transcripts

[[Two women are walking along, talking to each other]]
Woman 1: I had the *worst* time at the doctor’s Today!
Don’t you *hate* it when you show up on time for your appointment, but they keep you *waiting* forever?
Woman 2: It’s the worst!

[[A closer shot of the two women]]
Woman 1: And then when they finally *do* call your name, you don’t respond at first because they *mispronounced* it slightly? And they have to call it twice and so someone *else* thinks it’s a mispronunciation of *their* name?
And then you get into a huge *shouting match* and eventually decide that you’d rather continue living in agony with this ailment than give these harpies *one ounce* of *satisfaction*?

[[A close shot of just the first woman]]
Woman 1: And you rally the rest of your strength to call in a final favor from your great father the *sky god of myth*, in whose *breath* resides the thunder and in whose *gaze* crackles the lightning?
And *then* when the dust settles you can’t quite tell if your father the sky god *actually* leveled the building with fire from heaven or if you went into another of your disassociative *fugue states* during which *any* item within reach becomes a *weapon*?

[[The second women has turned to face the first woman.]]
Woman 1: And then you scrub and scrub and scrub the blood from your hands with trembling fingers invite your best friend over for lunch because you know she will provide you with an ironclad alibi in case the *cops* start asking any *nosy questions*?
Woman 2: Hold on, back this story up like *fifty* steps

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{{alt-text: All these years I thought your father managed a Lamps Plus}}

#835; In which an Appointment is canceled transcribed by in

[[Two women are walking along, talking to each other]]
Woman 1: I had the *worst* time at the doctor’s Today!
Don’t you *hate* it when you show up on time for your appointment, but they keep you *waiting* forever?
Woman 2: It’s the worst!

[[A closer shot of the two women]]
Woman 1: And then when they finally *do* call your name, you don’t respond at first because they *mispronounced* it slightly? And they have to call it twice and so someone *else* thinks it’s a mispronunciation of *their* name?
And then you get into a huge *shouting match* and eventually decide that you’d rather continue living in agony with this ailment than give these harpies *one ounce* of *satisfaction*?

[[A close shot of just the first woman]]
Woman 1: And you rally the rest of your strength to call in a final favor from your great father the *sky god of myth*, in whose *breath* resides the thunder and in whose *gaze* crackles the lightning?
And *then* when the dust settles you can’t quite tell if your father the sky god *actually* leveled the building with fire from heaven or if you went into another of your disassociative *fugue states* during which *any* item within reach becomes a *weapon*?

[[The second women has turned to face the first woman.]]
Woman 1: And then you scrub and scrub and scrub the blood from your hands with trembling fingers invite your best friend over for lunch because you know she will provide you with an ironclad alibi in case the *cops* start asking any *nosy questions*?
Woman 2: Hold on, back this story up like *fifty* steps

{{header: act on instinct at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: All these years I thought your father managed a Lamps Plus}}

#835; In which an Appointment is canceled transcribed by in

[[Two women are walking along, talking to each other]]
Woman 1: I had the *worst* time at the doctor's Today!
Don't you *hate* it when you show up on time for your appointment, but they keep you *waiting* forever?
Woman 2: It's the worst!

[[A closer shot of the two women]]
Woman 1: And then when they finally *do* call your name, you don't respond at first because they *mispronounced* it slightly? And they have to call it twice and so someone *else* thinks it's a mispronunciation of *their* name?
And then you get into a huge *shouting match* and eventually decide that you'd rather continue living in agony with this ailment than give these harpies *one ounce* of *satisfaction*?

[[A close shot of just the first woman]]
Woman 1: And you rally the rest of your strength to call in a final favor from your great father the *sky god of myth*, in whose *breath* resides the thunder and in whose *gaze* crackles the lightning?
And *then* when the dust settles you can't quite tell if your father the sky god *actually* leveled the building with fire from heaven or if you went into another of your disassociative *fugue states* during which *any* item within reach becomes a *weapon*?

[[The second women has turned to face the first woman.]]
Woman 1: And then you scrub and scrub and scrub the blood from your hands with trembling fingers invite your best friend over for lunch because you know she will provide you with an ironclad alibi in case the *cops* start asking any *nosy questions*?
Woman 2: Hold on, back this story up like *fifty* steps

{{header: act on instinct at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: All these years I thought your father managed a Lamps Plus}}

All these years I thought your father managed a Lamps Plus

#835; In which an Appointment is canceled

  — May 8th, 2012

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New ways to get Bolted!

July 24, 2026 by David Malki !

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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