It all started with a parking ticket. I, Reginald, was fed up with the soul-sucking tedium of modern life. The endless stream of cars, the crushing ennui of suburban existence... I needed a change.
And so, in the dead of night, under the light of a crescent moon, I built the Parking Ticket Machine. A contraption of steel and circuitry, designed to dispense parking tickets with reckless abandon.
The Parking Ticket Machine is a marvel of modern engineering, a symphony of gears and wires. It stands tall, a monolith of industry, its metal heart beating out a rhythm of ticket-dispensing fury.
With a simple press of a button, the machine spits out tickets at an alarming rate, each one a tiny piece of paper, embossed with the official seal of the City of Bureaucracy.
But beware, for the machine is not just a tool, it is a force of nature. It has been known to dispense tickets at random, to cars, to pedestrians, to the occasional bemused tourist...
And so, I ask you, dear reader, are you prepared to meet the Parking Ticket Machine? Are you prepared to face the wrath of Reginald, Lord of the Tickets?
Click here for more on Reginald's humble beginnings, or here for tales of the Machine's many misadventures.