It was a dark and storm night. A night just like tonight.

You started a new print almost an hour ago. That fidget toy maybe a flexi-dragon or that new flexi-fidgi-dragon you just invented. “That is gonna be a huge hit at the farmer's market this weekend.” You repeat. Trying to reassure yourself. It should be coming along real nice right about now.

There's a sinking feeling in your stomach and you just can't make sense as to why. You think everything should be fine, but maybe you decide to go and check on your print. Just in case.

You still hear the printer humming from the hallway as you approach you room. “Good” you say. You reach out to open the door, but pause right before you make contact with the knob. Nervously, you think, “At least it sounds good. Everything should be coming along."

You enter the room, and quickly catch a glimpse of the printer and as turn to close the door. What did you see on the print bed? That didn't look right. A bolt of cold electricity runs up your spine. “Oh no." You think.

You quickly face the printer and rush over to examine the progress. “OH NO! NO! NO! NO!” You scream. Your worst nightmare. A pile of tangled filament where your print should be.

PLEASE DO NOT PRINT THIS. THIS MODEL IS ONLY A JOKE. THIS MODEL WILL NOT PRINT. IT IS MEANT TO ONLY CREATE A MESS.