Growing up, I was never a fan of deus ex machina in stories. I like coherent plots, and I like seeing how things early in a story set up what happens at the end. The hand of god sweeping down and suddenly fixing things for everyone isn’t my idea of a tidy narrative, and always struck me as a little lazy (maybe not the original Greeks, who used a literal crane to pluck characters off the stage, but the term as it’s used today). That said, this article is essentially deus ex machina in my own life, and wow is it sweet when it happens to you.
Matt Carpenter and the Slider of Doom
