Here it is... in all its warty, unwashed, typo-riddled glory: Secret Santicore 2011!
104 pages of generous creativity for your game, and it's all totally free. Not a cent.
BUT... if you do end up using some of the material herein, take the one minute out of your day to shoot an email over to the guy who wrote the article and let him know how it played out. He'll get a kick out of it, guaranteed.
I know I will. And that's worth something.
Click here to download (13mb)!
And click here if you wanna know what Secret Santicore is all about!
To all the Squid-hugging Ink-hoarders: yes, I know it's full color, and yes I know it will chew through your inks in no time. But fear not; in a couple of weeks, when I get back from holiday in the Land of Poison and Fire, I'll go through the doc and do a black and white version. Just for you.
To all the Type-O Nazis: you're gonna have fun with this one; the turnaround was just far too tight to get proofreaders to go properly through it, but rest assured, once I'm back I'll get them all fixed up. If you do feel like proofreading, lemme know.
Lastly special thanks is due to the following people for general asskickingness:
Zak for saying go for it, when I said I think I could.
The contributors: for being a great bunch a guys. It was a pleasure.
The artists: Cover artist Peter Seckler (where's your portfolio Pete?), Stuart Robertson and especially Jeremy Duncan, for producing such excellent art in such ridiculous timeframes.
S.John Ross for the generous use of his fonts.
The Emergency Elf support crew: Dylan Atkinson, Mike Evans, Erik Jensen, Iain Jones, Jeff Rients, Stuart Robertson, Peter Seckler, S.L. Shirley, and Telecanter for stepping in when help was needed. Seriously couldn't have done it without you.
And extra extra super special gratitude and love to Vanessa, for covering my ass and letting me run wild with the opportunity. I'm so glad I married you and not me.
Well she's done, she's dusted. Sun's coming up. Time for a beer.
P.S. Lady-gamers, where the hell were you?