How One Bad Filament Destroyed My Project (RMRRF 2026)

This episode is sponsored by Sunlu's Filadryer E2. This print sponsored by Vision Miner. And this robot is about to die. You think I can say die that soon in a video? I guess we'll find out. Welcome to Death Racers, the 3D printed Battle Royale of radio-controlled gladiators equipped with a weapon in the back and a power switch in the neck. All it takes is a single solid ding to the dome to send your head soaring and end your game. That's me in the brown and black knocking off noggin's back to back to back. And if you're only listening in the background, this is your cue to tab over cuz you're about to see what I was seeing. I put a tiny camera in the driver's head to stream real-time first-person video to the homemade wearable computer that's on my face at this very moment. And of course, the tiny arms are turning a tiny steering wheel. How else would it steer? It took a whole episode of filthy hacking to transmogrify a standard chassis into a viable vehicle for first-person piloting. But today, it all pays off. We are going to turn this prototype into the real deal and unleash it on the 2026 Rocky Mountain Rep Rap Fest, where we will witness some of the most bull ass game play ever seen outside a game of Yu-Gi-Oh. I'm Zack Friedman and this is the Grid Reaper, the official Death Racer of Void Star Lab. Ladies, gentlemen, and cyborgs, allow me to bring you up to speed. The Grid Reaper's hood contains a RunCam WiFi Link 2, one of the few FPV transmitters that works with Android gizmos like my wearable teleprompter, the Optigon. The Reaper rides a highly modified Ares by Offset, which I picked for its funky mecanum wheels that let it drive, strafe, and spin simultaneously. The scythe weapon's form follows its function. It's one of the few ways we can see what we're hitting without breaking the official modding rules laid down by the real Sam Prentiss, fellow YouTuber and benevolent dictator of Death Racers. So why does the Grid Reaper have a Gridfinity in the first place? Cuz without the grid, he's just a reaper and where's the pun in that? Robo Wars is Colorado's definitive 3D printing convention. And last year, we kind of sort of maybe might have broke a guy's 3D printed McLaren. This year he came back with a Lamborghini, but he was standing guard when a conspicuously casual car crunching creator came to crush his creation. The only vehicle we will flatten this weekend is going to be my very own. Why did I allow a Mobile nine times my size to gorilla press my pride and joy? Uh, here's a word from today's sponsor Sunlu and their Filadryer E2. If you're a channel regular, you know about my quest to test out every single 3D filament. And challenge number one is always getting them dry. Almost every principal polymer absorbs water from the atmosphere. And the moister they get, the worse they print. Most dehydrators don't get very hot. Most spool dryers can't stay on very long. And any kitchen appliance is so imprecise, this tiny toaster oven turned a $200 reel of the world's hottest printing polymer into modern art. If you want to get the most powerful performance from the most powerful filaments, you're going to need a powerful dryer. This is Sunlu's Filadryer E2, and it features a 500 watt element, high flow fans, and heat tolerant electronics that let it keep spools over 110 Celsius for up to four straight days. All six sides are double walled and fully gasketed to lock moisture out and keep heat in, so you warm your filament, not your room. The E2 is so effective, it brought this five-year-old reel of carbon filled nylon back to perfect printing condition in barely two hours. The Filadryer E2 gets so hot with such precision, it can even anneal prints to boost their strength. I used 20 different filaments to make the Grid Reaper, and almost every one could benefit from time in the Filadryer. Thanks to Sunlu for providing the Filadryer E2 and sponsoring this episode. Grab one for yourself at the link in the description. And you heard that right, the Grid Reaper features 20

different filaments. My original plan was to explain why I picked each one, but it added a whole video's worth of video to this video. I got to cut it short. So instead, I'm just going to show you three reels that are particularly relevant to the story to come. First, the prototype was printed in Hedgehog Makes Galaxy Red PLA. The eponymous streamer, YouTuber, model maker, Zombie Hedgehog gave me six reels of his signature color for uh How was it? — Friendship. — Yes, a friendship. I should install a friendship, too. This filament is made by Polymaker, who is also going to play a small but pivotal role in setting the stage for the story to come. That is going to be a lot funnier the second time you watch this video. Hedgehog is one of the most skilled and strategic Death Racer drivers on the field, and we will have some encounters. The next filament is the Grim Reaper Scythe Blade. I originally picked a glass-filled nylon, but at the last second I switched this for foaming PEBA, an ultra-light flexible filament. The first-person video is better suited for ramming attacks than slashing. While I haven't tested very thoroughly, I crashed so hard I knocked my own head off. Hopefully, the softer scythe and a fluffier filament is going to cushion the impact so the head I send sailing is the one I ram into, not the one I'm looking through. The last filament is definitely not the least. The biggest parts in the Grim Reaper are an outrageous ultra polymer from Vision Miner. When I made my exotic filaments episode, they supplied the most extreme filaments and loaned me their most extreme printer, the 22 IDEX v4. My plan was to print a record-setting Death Racer using that episode's leftovers. So, I started by running the smallest part of the core chassis in PEI 9085. At only 200 g, it's barely 80 dollars of filament and just over 12 hours of printing. This stuff's expensive and a pain in the ass. It failed and failed, even though I thoroughly dried it in the best filament dryer that's currently paying me. When one finally finished, it wasn't just splitting on layer lines, it was actively carving itself apart. And this was less than 1/5 the volume of the other chassis parts. So, Vision Miner offered to print these for me in between jobs for defense contractors, actual rocket scientists, and the company that makes the thingy on a helicopter that keeps the rotor from flying off. Their technicians are actual professionals that print ultra polymers all day long. And besides, I had like 2 months till game day. This gave me some time to kill, so as I printed the rest of the parts, I designed some tiny Gridfinity filament racks. These ones are for cursed filaments, and non-cursed filaments. I also whipped up a tiny 22 IDEX V4. I'm going to give them the Reaper after I'm done with it to feature on their YouTube channel, and I want to send them a little surprise. And of course, I designed a Grid Reaper Maker Chip using authentic imitation super polymers. Then I printed over 200 of them. Vision Miner's prints were coming out a bit slower than I was planning on, but I was told the wait would be worth it. I also dropped in my all-time top favorite community-made Gridfinity accessory, a Gridfinity bobblehead of a Gridfinity base plate. But I realized this actually broke the rules. Nothing past the kill switch is allowed to be any higher than 16 cm. I actually had to modify all of these Gridfinity things to comply with this rule. So just swapping the base plate bobblehead for a furry head bobblehead. In retrospect, this is a much more accurate representation of the Gridfinity community. Vision Miner's delivery finally arrived less than 2 weeks from game day, and when I looked inside, I realized why things had taken so long. The biggest parts of this print were not done in PEI. They'd printed the chassis core, the two largest parts in the entire Reaper, in one of the toughest, most expensive filaments ever developed, the cutting-edge super polymer PEK A. The Grid Reaper is squatting on about a kilo of this stuff, MSRP give or take $700. The way Vision Miner's techs nailed multiple prints this big and this angular and cleaned off so many supports without ripping chunks out of the geometry is nothing short of miraculous. I suspect they ran these mammoth models in PEK A just to prove they could. This is a showpiece for them as as it's a showpiece for me. But I didn't have time to ogle. I had a presentation scheduled almost immediately after the first day's races, and I had to write it. At least I didn't have to rehearse it. Like, one of the very first things I ever did with this heads-up display was give a PowerPoint presentation, and that was back in 2015. As long as I could build my deck a full day before Umer if I could just drop in as they set up and get some practice scrims against Proto Pasta, West 3D, and other exhibitors. Except, this is me we're talking about. That presentation remote app from 2015, Microsoft hasn't updated it since 2015. So, I wasted my very last chance to get some actual practice with my car trying to make PowerPoint play nice with a janky face tablet. The Grid Reaper really does represent Void Star Lab. So, Saturday

morning Brooke and I hit the road bright and early Reaper in lap. A real accomplishment for a guy who usually goes to sleep around 5:30 a. m. We pulled into Umer if with time to spare, dodged selfie-seeking viewers, and snuck into the back room where we linked up with Brooke's sister Megan, along with Grant and Amber of the YouTube channel 3D Musketeers. Along with Brooke herself, they'd all volunteered to be my camera crew, and I didn't have the heart to ask why. — Friendship. — They all had friendships? You got bulk discount or something? I booted my wearable, powered up my car, and took a few test laps. First-person feed was coming in clear. The car was maneuvering buttery smooth. The scythe servo was a little jittery, but then again, so was I. Entourage trailing behind me, I carried the Grid Reaper across the show floor, strode out the exit, was told the event was actually in the other side of the venue, went back across the show floor, strode through the other exit, and found myself hearing an unmistakable voice. The real Sam Prentice. The real, He was surrounded by over 100 spectators who'd arrived almost an hour early to watch the pre-show. An obstacle course made out of a carefully laid fire hose. I wasn't here to race. I was just here for the death. I finally got a chance to meet the legendary designated officials. You can tell because they wrote designated official on their hats with a sharpie. Grant, Amber, Megan, and Brooke fanned out and deployed their cameras. I parked the Reaper and ran through my flight check. The drive system was fully operational. Video and control signals loud and clear. The bobblehead was bobbling at peak efficiency. Then I gave the Octagon its finishing touch, one single magnetic sunglass. I was ready to reap. By high noon, dozens of death racers surrounded the battlefield and hundreds of spectators streamed for review. Weapons wiggled, tank treads twiddled, and all eyes were on the real Sam Prentice. He raised his bullhorn as the designated officials reconfigured the fire hose and announced today's event would have a special opening act, a one-v-one between Polymaker in a teal tank treaded stock piranha and ProtoPasta driving a navy Ares and wielding a spinner. Both companies often give out free filament to anyone who will put their branding on their cars. And while ProtoPasta's employees also enter themselves, I don't think anyone from Polymaker has ever participated. So, this was a much-awaited battle of the brands. And to amp up the intensity, they'd be limited to only a third of the field designated by the fire hose, which was now laid into a circular cage. It was a cage match. It was a grudge match. Sam riled up the crowd. Everyone counted down. Polymaker barreled down the field and immediately died. ProtoPasta's pilot is a highly talented, very experienced player, and he had read Polymaker like a fiddle. The deep blue Ares simply turned around and presented his weapon. So, when Polymaker [snorts and clears throat] swung in for the sideswipe, they served themselves a face full of spinner. The one-v-one grudge match took exactly 3 and 1/2 seconds. I think this kind of broke the brains of Sam Prentice and designated officials because Polymaker's head had barely struck the concrete when Sam started shouting through his megaphone, — Right there, right there. Bring it on in. — I think what he meant was contestants, please bring your cars to the field in front of the crowd. The problem was his designated officials hadn't removed the fire hose. So, I think what people heard was your ass to this tiny little circle because this is not the 1 V 1 arena. All the going to take place here. So, I actually spoke with Sam after the fact and he claimed he deliberately shrunk the arena to speed up the games. I'm skeptical to say the least. If that were true, why tell everyone to move after the first game ended, not before it? He also may be covering for the designated officials who were not issued whistles or uniforms and couldn't control the crowd. Whatever the reason, the entire event immediately devolved into absolute pandemonium as spectators shoved each other out of the way to claim the very limited ring-side space and racers scrambled to get their cars in the circle before the game started without them. Pressed in on all sides, Sam surveyed the situation, readied his bullhorn, and made an executive decision. Get we ball. Megan was doing the wide shots. She couldn't get me in frame. Amber went low for the inside view. She spent the whole time getting kicked. Brooke's job was to shoot my reactions. She barely reached the battlefield's edge thanks to Jim EdgeWorth, aka The Edge of Tech. — Thought I would have to give him — No, is that actually his name? That's why it's called The Edge of Tech. Grant was on close-up duty with the zoom lens and he could see more of the game than I did because the spectators kept trying to walk in front of me. I ended up borrowing some excellent footage from Zombie Hedgehog. Yes, the red filament guy with the chip. I almost feel bad for what I'm about to do to him. So, there I was getting

elbowed by the crowd, cut off from my squad, toes brushing the bounds of a battlefield less than half the size of what I planned for. My whole game plan revolves around ramming, which revolves around having space, but this battlefield was bumper to bumper. And I mean that almost literally. Like, I was spawning in less than a car length from my neighbors. So, I did what anyone in this situation would do, insulted the crowd. I probably should have been paying closer attention because Sam was already counting down. I had less than 3 seconds to figure out how I would escape the enemies who were starting the game already in position to kill me with my primary attack hamstrung and my back entering play already against the wall. I gripped the controller I'd barely touched, squared up the car I'd barely driven, and looked through the FPV I'd barely tested onto a game I'd never played against twice the opponents I expected in half the space I planned for. I've done more with less. So, as soon as Sam said go, I blasted out of the gate and immediately reversed course. My neighbor and original flavor Michael badly death racer took the bait and zipped in front of me. As he backed away, I impulsively dashed into the clearing beside him realizing just in time that I had left myself surrounded. A green badly eater peeled off to strike, so I strafed around him and nearly dodged a spinner from a queen of hearts themed Aries I actually recognized. Her Alice in Wonderland Rover had an enormous Cheshire cat bolted onto the front and bulky battlements shoring up the sides. I may have taken the rules a bit more seriously than some of my opponents. This was not a fight I wanted to pick, but as I plotted my escape, a piranha snuck up behind the queen and she turned around to defend herself. One of the game's most dangerous death racers had just exposed her weak spot to my waiting scythe and that opportunity was too tempting to pass up. I pressed the advantage, but that bulbous bumper held my scythe entire inches from her head. So, I scraped down her side fishing for an angle and she turned just in time to duck behind her defenses. My scythe bounced off her playing card blade of armor. I got some distance and I jammed the stick forward, scythe in position, and nothing happened. This was when I realized I had just scored the very first KO of my death racer's career on myself. This battlefield was so packed when I backstepped to get a running start, I had smacked my head directly into the red Badliator's weapon. I didn't hit it hard enough to knock it off, but I scooch it just barely far enough to flip my kill switch. My head was still upright, but my car was completely unresponsive. I hoped the cheeky chum would swing by and push my head back on, but victory was just not in the cards. The queen went on to double team the 67 racer, slow mo murder a blue green Badliator, and cross blades with a rare treadless piranha bearing spiked rims and a night rider motif. A three-way shootout broke out between Kit, the Queen, and a monochrome piranha ripping Voron part supplier XR Bunker. Well, it was more like a two-way shootout between Kit and the Queen as XR followed them around and just spun in place hoping someone would walk into his bludgeon. After a brief truce to kick the out of this purple bulldozer for no apparent reason, the Queen locked arms with Kit, who won the test of strength and off with her head. XR responded by spinning in place. Kit ran away. XR spun in place. Kit returned. But, what's this? IT'S PROTO PASTA ZERES WITH a chair! — The navy blue semi pro crashed into XR full throttle, but his spin had reached over unity and transcended Newtonian physics. Proto Pasta left him spinning in solitude, only to get sacked by Kit in a running tackle. The two crashed into my carcass so hard Proto lost a wheel and I finally lost my head. Kit turned his attention back to XR, poking his weapon around for an opening as XR defended by spinning in place. Then suddenly, Proto Pasta limped back in and jammed his weapon so hard in XR's side his spin finally stopped, or so it seemed. Kit ran up to carry out the execution, only for the power of spin to overwhelm the power of teamwork. But, XR had spun too close to the sun. He lost control and he flipped himself over and died. Meanwhile, Kit looped around for another high-speed crash, but his strike went wide and he plowed deep into a pile of dead cars. Proto Pasta boxed him in and gave him a clean fleet street shave. Winner, chicken dinner. Round

two started right away, but this time I had a game plan. The heads-up display had actually worked. I had easily outmaneuvered a much more experienced player in very tight quarters. In this round, I'll just have to play a bit smarter. My bobblehead thirst for blood. Sam had barely said go when the red baldiator beelined straight for yours truly. I kept him at scythe point, circle strafed towards his danger zone, but he made an Irish exit. I turned my attention to the blue green piranha who panicked and hit the gas so hard his career up and faceplanted on a nearby spinner. An axolotl flew past me, but apparently forgot to extend his bludgeon. I smoothly slid behind him and my scythe approached the amphibian's throat. Then out of nowhere, a random piranha moving at ludicrous speed ate directly into the axolotl plowing its head off its body and throwing its body out of the ring. I drifted into his weak spot and slammed it home. I shoved his car a number of feet, but his noggin did not detach. He wasted no time turning tail, but I did not chase him down. Behind him was a light blue Aries with West 3D livery and oh West 3D sells filaments, printers, and kits. And they enter a whole team of death racers. They're terrifying when they work together, but even if they didn't, each of them has a win rate an order of magnitude above the average bear. I knew this guy was going to go straight for my jugular, so I pulled a power slide to keep him off my flank. He swung his spinner, but overextended and through my heads-up display, I guided my scythe straight onto his head. Literally, it was stuck on top of his head. We spun in opposite directions, my scythe broke free, and momentum shot it straight into the face of a nearby piranha, which didn't knock it out. Why is it wobbling so much? I was caught out and West 3D would not miss this chance. As he pushed in for the kill, I pushed hard into him and his spinner jammed against my weapon killing its momentum. That gave me another opening, so I pushed in hard only to see my blade bounce over his weapon, onto his head, and get wedged on top even harder. That's about when I realized what was going on here. Remember when I replaced my rigid scythe with a flexible one? Well, I think I made it too flexible. The blade was so soft it would rather bend over a head than push it off. I had no idea because I'd never tested my car against another death racer. I had made a huge mistake. With my weapon stranded overhead, fin ar fin ar, I could neither dodge nor block as West 3D revved up their spinner and took me out. My KD was 0 and 2, so put those F's in chat for the Grid Ripperoni. The Robin's Egg Ares threw me a sign and executed a flawless shoulder throw on a nearby piranha before savagely butchering a dual-wielding gingerbread entity who was trying to play dead. Then West 3D changed into a Primo Pick, the Queen of Hearts, head ripe for the plucking. It should have been a clean hit, but the Azure Ares maximum length spinner was way too short to reach past that stupid Cheshire cat. The Queen broke loose and pursued West 3D relentlessly, hood ornament grinning maliciously as its ginormous bulk kept the Ares from launching a counterattack. Then, out of nowhere, West 3D's Viking longship crashed into the scene. This is a badly eater fitted with massive body panels that make it the longest, widest thing on the field. It's preposterously huge and unnervingly fast, but since it wasn't disqualified, its modifications clearly weren't deemed an unfair competitive advantage. It sumo slammed a stock piranha with such unbelievable force its flailing weapon brushed against her grace and put her in the ground. And it's really weird how we're all supposed to use the exact same 1,000 RPM 12-V motors, but the longship seems almost twice as fast as every other car, even though its side panels look like a rather long 480 mm. I also can't seem to spot the 45° angle the hood is supposed to have. Must be atmospheric lensing. Seeing they had made it to the final three, the Ares thanked his buddy in the Sussy Schooner by using his spinner to file his horned helmet all the way down. The weapon launched itself in the Norseman's neck stump, and as the Ares struggled to pull free, the only remaining player, Black Piranha with livery reading Jonathan makes stuff, made a slow timid approach. By the time he tiptoed in, West 3D's Aries had long since freed itself, but they went blow for blow till Jojo Stand Awakened and he bull's-eyed my killer with a breathtaking snipe. The crowd went ballistic and the players formed up for game three. The heat was on. This was my

last chance of the day to do some damage and I could not embarrass myself in front of 660,000 people. We placed our cars. Sam lifted the megaphone and my heads-up display went dark. The battery was dead. I had barely tested the system and I did not know what its run time was. Apparently, that dongle drains the power a lot faster than the teleprompter app. So, I had no weapon, I had no first-person video, and I had no idea Sam had already said go. By the time I realigned my chakras, the battle was in full swing. Remember that green piranha that tried to kamikaze me? Well, if at first you don't succeed, crash, crash again. This time, I saw him coming and I met force with force. And I would have sat him down if another car weren't behind him to break his fall. Actually, there were a lot of cars around me and all of them seemed to have their weapons pointed directly at the Grim Reaper's head. I'm in danger. At least a half dozen opponents had come to punch my ticket. Just like an anime, I would have been toast if they hadn't politely taken turns attacking me. Still, it was relentless. I dodged strike after strike under too much pressure to fight or flee. Then suddenly, the hail of blows let up. One of West 3D's Aries, the spooky wheeled kit, and a Harley Quinn themed piranha had snuck up and feasted on my foes while they were focused on me. That last car had my attention. This car was built and driven by STL Denise, one of the game's most experienced players. Luckily, experience doesn't count for when you're dog-piled between Bluey and a Star Wars themed car that I'm going to call Order 66 to set up a joke. I went in for the kill and while I didn't punch her in the face, I did punch a bludgeon from Star Wars kid over here into her face. I'll take it. My very first knockout on another player. As I swerved around to execute order 66, see it paid off. Another piranha livery labeled pulse wave came in hot with twin bludgeon swinging. The next wave of bounty hunters spawned in. I turned just in time to shrug him off and he scampered away. Next came an OG battliator with bluey at the helm, but she got stuck on Harley's carcass and made for easy pickings. I tried to put the bad dog down, but my strike just threw her entire car over Poison Ivy's late girlfriend. The pre-K or pieced out is a purple piranha named Cetrel bashed into my bumper. He spun out and almost lost his own rook-shaped head, but I let him escape. Star Wars had returned like a Jedi to get revenge on my only to get stuck on the last head I had taken down. With the force awakened, the rep hire struck back. I raised my scythe walker, attacked of the clone, and made him a phantom headless. The first real knockout of my death racer's career on another player. The fight was on. I used my herd one runway to build momentum and pounced on a red piranha, smashing through its spin attack to claim head number three. A black piranha plowed through bluey at maximum overdrive. I swung to meet its charge and notched noggin number four, but now it was my turn to hunt someone down. I had a bead on a top priority target. On the other side of my ever growing junk pile, the West 3D long ship was setting up a dash attack. Its head was exposed and it had no room to turn. I swerved into position and rammed West 3D's warrior full throttle with my scythe fully extended. It didn't even reach within 3 in of its head because those side panels are like 3 ft long and like an inch thick. What a fair car. I moved to its flank at top speed, but the Viking easily outran me from a dead stop while plowing another car through another car. I knew that long ship was fair, but I could never have imagined it was that fair. Then I spotted two Areses with distinctively shaped heads. One of them was the queen, the other was Hedgehog makes. So I broke cover and went straight for the queen who immediately turned to run. Hedgehog took the opportunity to sneak past me, but that activated my trap card. He was my target all along. I strafe spun behind him, wrapped my scythe around his neck, and let his own momentum wrench off his head. I had just 420 no scoped one of the best players in the game. The queen swooped back in, but I could not take this fight. I still had no clue how to get past that giant body kit. So, I fell back and locked onto Setrall, the purple rook. He played tight and smart, and while I did manage to get my scythe around his head, it was on the wrong side. I pulled anyways, and I pried him a good 60° off the ground, but he hit the ground running and I pursued only to be blocked by an icy white piranha. The side red AI death racer, and that confuses me. Was it designed by AI? Driven by AI? I mulled it over as I teleported behind him, put my scythe on its head, and whispered, "Nothing personnel, kid. " But, the AI death racer's head would not come off. Maybe it's short for artificial insemination, cuz this car is up. While I was figuring out what to do next, Setrall, the rook, plowed into a nearby corpse so insanely fast he sent his own head flying and dumped his lipo pack onto the field. See, that is exactly what the bendy scythe was supposed to prevent. Then, West 3D's Viking screamed in even faster and would have guaranteed sent my ass to Valhalla if Setrall's corpse didn't get in the way. Leafia winning son reeled back to ram again, but I ducked behind the junk heap and got back to work on the AI death racer. I pulled and I pulled, I bashed again and again till his weapon broke off and wires started spilling out, but that head would not come off. Enough was enough. I pulled all the way back keeping watch for stray bludgeons, and I pounded AI's face into the pavement. His entire driver fell off, but his head stayed on. I gave up and drove away. The only players I could see were the Queen of Hearts, the Lost Viking, and myself. A real battle of the queen made her gambit, and you know, it's really weird how I could easily get my scythe around four drivers with room to spare, yet I can't even tickle the queen's cheek, the fairest. Her length and girth were my undoing. My scythe blade got jammed between her head and her weapon and held me in place. I was only stuck for a split second and the Viking was stopped cold well over a meter away. But West 3D's creation accelerated so fairly, I was seeing Valkyries before I knew what hit me. But I would be avenged. Bluey was playing dead this whole time and the Cobalt cattle dog emerged from the shadows to commit some regicide. Then the incredibly fair West 3D Viking flavor blasted Bluey clean off her treads. But her head missed the pavement and a designated official put her back on her feet. They spurred for a bit until the Viking spotted a new target, a Proto Pasta Piranha lying down but not out. And he peeled off Bluey very much unable to keep pace. But Sam Prentice or a designated official got there first and kicked Proto back into play. The longship screeched to a halt, reverse thrust, and came back even harder, even faster, and even more fairly. Proto's car couldn't accelerate fast enough to dodge. The impact fired his head off his body and into a spectator's lap, sideways. It's only supposed to come off backwards. When I tested this by hand, it broke the neck, like snapped the prongs off. Astounding fairness, but it gets even fairer. Only Bluey was left and her spinner seemed out of commission. But she had another final trick up her puppy sleeve. As West 3D's longship scrambled to pull free, she surged down the battlefield, collided with the Viking dead on, and barely made it halfway before she ran out of speed, fell off, and snapped her own neck. West 3D's insurmountably fair longship took the crown it fairly won with its fairness. And that was that. We were

done with Death Racers day one and I was not sure what to make of it. Did I throw game one because of first-person tunnel vision or was it bad luck on a batter battlefield? Batter battlefield, what do I write it like this? — Did my weapon fail me in game two or am I a lousy workman blaming tools? And that last game had me reeling. Like how am I supposed to hit a car too big to reach? How do I outmaneuver a car with twice my horsepower? And how the hell did AI Death Racer not die? At least my own car had survived the day, though I now know I spoke too soon. I went to shake some hands, hand out some maker chips, and reconnect with a couple recurring characters, but the ad hoc meet and greet devolved into a fused filament fight club when one of Protopasta's pilots threw down the gauntlet. We launched into a gritty close-quarters brawl, grinding and grappling when out of nowhere my car's wheels stopped. The camera was working, the scythe was working, but the Reaper wouldn't budge an inch. I was told these motors do love blowing out, so I'd stocked up on replacements, but all four at once, out of nowhere? Maybe I let the smoke out of the motor drivers or the receiver. Either one would be disastrous. I didn't buy spare electronics. Maybe Micro Center sells them, but that's hours from Loveland, and my PowerPoint was in like 45 minutes. Heart pounding, adrenaline surging, we rushed the Reaper through the crowd and into the back room to perform emergency triage. A single glance was all it took, and it was almost certainly the absolute worst possible way to end this episode. Yet, here we are. My next video will be that presentation, how to make makes make making makers will make their next make. It's all about how to get people to build your projects. I believe is the best talk I've ever given. I don't think I mentioned that I couldn't figure out how to control the PowerPoint with my heads-up display. I just plugged the heads-up display directly into my laptop. The Death Racer saga will conclude with Ermerf D2. I'll fall off an obstacle course, go on a vicious 5K rampage, and see if fishing line or super polymers can withstand a colossal triple size mega racer with treads bigger than my entire car. I also may have technically won. Finally, we'll uncover a surprising secret that's held Death Racers back from its very inception, and you'll learn why I think, if it can be handled, these silly little jousting cars will reshape the very concept of what it means to go to a 3D printing convention. This story just ended up being so much deeper and so much weirder than I ever could have possibly imagined. Big thanks to Sunlu for sponsoring this video and hooking me up with the Filadryer E2. Massive thanks to Vision Miner for providing me some gratuitously fancy filaments and allowing me to waste tons of their technician's time. Additional filaments were provided by Siraya Tech, 3DXTech, Polymaker, Sunlu, Addnorth, Igus, E3D, Matter Hackers, and of course Hedgehog Makes who also generously shared his excellent match footage. Did I mention he recorded all this footage himself as he was playing? Mega thanks to Grant and Amber of 3D Musketeers for capturing phenomenal footage of my racer in action. I'd also like to thank Megan Jones for coming in at the last second for some much needed support in Death Racers and working the floor. And Brooke, she does not like the chaos of a convention but still went above and beyond. Best wife, five stars, would marry again. But the biggest thanks go to Void Star Labs generous patrons. Much like the AI Death Racer, this channel has no AI in it whatsoever. Everything you see was handmade by an authentic cyborg except on April Fool's Day and only in an alternate universe. What happens in alternate universes stays in alternate universes. Each episode I thank three random lab scientist supporters, so give it up for Shawn Waring, Matt Dunn, and Zelenor. Last time I promised every collaborator was getting their name on this car and here is the printed receipt. Thank you Scott Reenie, Noodles, Keshawn Heart Cherry, Zachary Volpes, Microwave, The Benevolent Misanthrope, SXP, Schleppy The Schwagster, and introducing Leo Peyton, Ronan Raven, and Little Lost Satan. Your supreme generosity will never die unlike my car which died a lot. Finally, our lab assistant supporters. Thank you Make Fascists Afraid Again, name shortened further, Possom, Notice Assemble, Nuclear, Vy, The Q Scrotum, Danny DeVoid, Blammo, Jack M, Kristen Freeman, Melvin 2001, Reagan, Dale B, Clayton E, Cookie Cad who custom made me this cursed filament, Re-enthused, Cliff H, Shartlos, Nova, Alma quality doggo, Carrot, Robert C., Sir Squeegy, Adam the useless, Kevin D., Evan K., Darren Ochoki, Liam Edmonds, Greg Moonkin Bear Nuts 3, Mike K., Grid 5, Roger P., Shane F., Dez B., Jiggle Ma Puffs, Maxwell, Marcy L., Chris Floofie, Aaron S., Koopa Soto, T Kites, I don't know what I'm doing, Martin T., Ronald H., Trans Rights, Lars Mis Prime, Joseph R., 6036A, Daniel M., Akalia Trans Rights for Human Rights, Wuhan, Jared the Disco Goblin King, Doctor Mrs. Coat Doctor didn't tell me to do this, Crash Doom, Bob D., Cameron M., Pup Geek War, The Krawlster, Zash, Robert B., Norman Jaffe, CCH, Renault B., Alex P., Leaky Orifice, Lydia K., Sarah C., Big Bird Tommy, Elmo Garrett, Lew and Kraft Computing, Dan Ryan, I Curse A F, John C. Cameron Rhodes, And For Lux, For Anti Tox, Paul G. Fulcher, Three Raccoons, Al Finger, Spire, Bill S., Max Luck, Ray To Repair, Usually I'm Funny, Coldon SKL, Bill Moore, Haley K., Renekai P., uh lost my place, Brin, Mr. Melvinheimer, VK The Orbital, Ry Rob, Eric, Iron Reign, John Baptiste, L. Hassan Mohamed, Ad Hoc Law, Zack H., and Slippy McToof. Thanks for watching this epic saga, and I hope you stay for the thrilling conclusion in the future.