The Alas Vegas Kickstarter has been a thin slice of Hell for its creator. Remarkably so, in fact: I’m not a superstitious man, but I have to wonder whether the universe saw the description “an RPG of bad memories, bad luck & bad blood” and decided to take it as a challenge. Anyway, the poor bastard running this has now discovered that his non-American hardcover books came back from the printer in clumps, so all of those had to be pulped; and the American softcovers (which is what I pledged for) all decided to go to Reno, and nobody knows why.
But he’s still in there swinging!
What? No, I’m not angry. “Ask not for whom the shaft has been given; it has been given to thee.” This could have been me. Heck, if I ever start using Kickstarter to fund my own projects it could still end up being me. It behooves me to have a certain rough sympathy for the man’s fate.