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NUKED. Some more info!

2016-10-13 21:38:52 by deadspread83

 

So, we're in our second week of the Kickstarter and I thought I would ellaborate a little more on what our card game is like to play for anybody who might be interested. 

The underlying game is really simple.

It's basically a race to get the most points, or in this case, Settlers for your settlement.

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You lay down a Supply card, and on your next turn, you can play a Settler card of equal or lesser value than the Supplies you have. So, Supplies are like money, and you use them to pay for Settlers. 

 

If that was all there was, the game would be kind of dull.

Luckily, that's not the case.

 

There are attack cards and defensive cards as well. So, while you're trying to get your 200 points, you might find it's easier to win if you were to NUKE another player who is about to win. 1356787_147640831253_Prevent.jpgIf they don't have a defence card (in this case, a TRUCE or a BUNKER card), all their settlers and supplies are NUKED, and they basically have to start building their settlement from scratch.

 

This tends to upset people.

 

Their frustration is hillarious. 

That's a very basic rundown of how the game works. It can be a lot of fun, especially if you play it with people who have a sense of humor, and sometimes even more so if you play it with people who don't.

 

 

 

If you get a copy of this game and play it with a group of friends, someone will get angry. It will be amazing to watch.

 

 

Thanks for watching everybody! Anyone who wants to take a look at the Kickstarter, follow the link below!

 

OUR KICKSTARTER!

 

 



Kickstarter!

www.nukedcards.com

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NUKED. A card game.

2016-10-01 08:39:54 by deadspread83
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www.NukedCards.com

KICKSTARTER!

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NUKED

2016-09-21 20:24:10 by deadspread83

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My Novel is done!

2014-08-05 19:52:40 by deadspread83

 

My first novel is out now for Kindle and in Paperback, it's call CLOSTER'S BRANCH. Take a look at it and let me know what you think! IF you want to take a look at it first before buying it, hop over to Authonomy and read a few chapters for free!

 

Also, check out an interview I did on Wagging the Fox. Gef is a really nice guy, and if you like horror, he's got a lot of great book reviews.

 

If you were Beta Reading for me, let me know when you're done, and feel free to post a review on Amazon or Goodreads, just make sure to mention that you got an advanced copy or that you are a beta reader.

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White cracking heat. Ravenous animals that stalk the night. Talons that render flesh from bone. 

The desert is a hard and unforgiving place. When children get lost out there, they don't come back. The town of Closter's Branch knows that fact better than most.

Abraham Stone has spent the last ten years of his long life as Sheriff of the dusty town of Closter's Branch. It's an easy job. The townsfolk are peaceful. Everything seems normal on the surface of things, but Abe can't shake the feeling that something is not right. He's been having nightmares. Visions. The desert makes perilous living for everyone, but the more empty coffins they bury the more Abraham wonders if his visions are true. Something sinister is stalking the desert.

Aided by his deputy, the Sheriff works to uncover why the town keeps losing their children. The lawmen's search for answers sets a series of events into motion that will shatter families and bring the town of Closter's Branch to its knees


I'm looking for Beta Readers!

2014-07-09 13:05:21 by deadspread83
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For those that don't know, Beta Readers read a book before it's published and provide feedback to the author on whether or not you enjoyed the story. What you liked about it. Whether you liked it at all. It also gives the author a chance to collect some early reviews for their work, so when the book is published, the Beta can review the book for others to see their impression of it. Think of it as reading a book and and doing an Amazon review for it, but before the book is available. When the book is published, you go on amazon and post your review., making sure to mention that you got a free advanced copy or that you're a beta reader.

That's what I'm hoping to do, and I need your help. You don't have to like the book or kiss my ass about it, but if you only read young adult romance, you probably won't like a gritty suspense/horror novel, which is what my book is. I'll include the back cover blurb and you can decide whether or not it sounds like something you might want to read.

Time is of the essence, so if you don't think you can finish reading and reviewing by the end of July, don't bother with it. Just PM me if you're interested, and I'll send you a PDF of the manuscript, along with a few common beta read questions (which you can ignore, but some find it easier to have a guide).

That's it.  Below is the blurb from the back of the book.1356787_140492547393_ClostersBranchsmall.jpg

 

 

White cracking heat.

Ravenous animals that stalk the night.

Talons that render flesh from bone.

 

The desert is a hard and unforgiving place.

When children get lost out there, they don't come back. The town of Closter's Branch knows that fact better than most.

 

Abraham Stone has spent the last ten years of his long life as Sheriff of the dusty town of Closter's Branch. It's an easy job. The townsfolk are peaceful. Everything seems normal on the surface of things, but Abe can't shake the feeling that something is not right. He's been having nightmares. Visions. The desert makes perilous living for everyone, but the more empty coffins they bury the more Abraham wonders if his visions are true. Something sinister is stalking the desert.

 

Aided by his deputy, the Sheriff works to uncover why the town keeps losing their children. The lawmen's search for answers sets a series of events into motion that will shatter families and bring the town of Closter's Branch to its knees. 

 

Beta Readers So Far:

89animegirl

ancientsurvivor

vicariouse

bomtoons

mindchamber


A Shadow Growing

2014-05-05 16:12:52 by deadspread83

Read 5 stories from my book HERE, for free! Let me know what you think. If you liked it, you can buy it HERE on Amazon.com!

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Gift for Pico Day!

2014-04-26 00:04:30 by deadspread83
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Below is the first story from my collection of short stories, A Shadow Growing. You should read it and let me know what you think! It's like having 1 /13th of the book already!

 

Also, got some art to upload for Pico Day! Check it out HERE and HERE

 

APATHY

The smell of coffee woke Donald Sewill. It was not uncommon for him to lay in bed, listening to the automatic timer click in the kitchen, waiting for the dirt smell of cheap coffee to fill the small apartment. Neatly beside his bed, his large and comically thick glasses lay near his beige touchtone phone. Donald did not own a cell phone. He was from a generation that thought most home and business appliances should come in colors like Putty and Granite. He had been a Reagan Democrat, one of the Silent Majority, and had spent his youth filing away various boring documents in a large and mostly brown building roughly twenty minutes drive from his apartment. Donald was a severe man. He had strong feelings about politics, the welfare state and about a great many things, but there was not a lot of joy in him. He was not the sort you would share a joke with. He wasn't cold exactly, but if you asked Donald Sewill what the best medicine was, his reply would not be laughter, it would be penicillin.

There were several business review magazines, a trove of aging TV Guides and a host of neatly folded newspapers tucked squarely within the rectangular wooden top of the heavy brown T.V. set. Donald had lived alone most of his life, and was both a hoarder of things and a compulsive organizer. His tiny apartment held more brick-a-brak per square foot than it had any right to, but all of it was meticulously ordered and arranged. Once, about fifteen years ago, he had brought one of the receptionists from his work over to his place for dinner. She had declined to stay for dessert. Apart from the occasional maintenance man, she was the last person besides himself that had entered Donald's apartment. This did not strike Donald as odd, in fact, it did not strike Donald at all. He poured his coffee and took a wincing sip.

Life or something very near it had passed Donald Sewill by at a barely perceptible pace. He took very little interest in those around him. He could not tell you the name of any of his neighbors, although you could still smoke in a hospital when he had moved in. He pulled on his brown socks, seated at a beige formica table beneath a ten dollar chandelier, and pulled his slacks off the ironing board where they had been neatly waiting since the night before. He looked at his watch reflexively, even though he instinctively knew what time it was. Donald's routine changed about as often as his telephones.

With an hour to go before any normal person would leave for work, Donald was backing out of his parking spot and creeping slowly out into traffic. For more than two decades Donald Sewill had taken the same route to work. Five minutes to the onramp and another ten on the interstate would have cut his travel time by a third, but Donald always took the same dusty highway, with the same brown landscape. He was nothing if not a creature of habit. It afforded him what he would think of as his alone time, although from the outside most would see all of Donald's time as alone time.

It was on this little stretch of dessert highway that, if ever, Donald got closest to a sentimental feeling. The flat and often barren landscape afforded plenty of time to contemplate and make right all the injustices of the world. He had solved the issue of unemployment, of continued national debt and a great many other things in the comfort of his brown car. As luck would have it, as it always did, the sun rose orange and bright just east, and the entire surface of the brown landscape lit up gold like molten lead, spreading shadow fingers behind the sparsely separated brush. Donald might not even admit it to himself, but it was for this magnificent light show that he wasted forty extra minutes a day driving. His eyes would gaze out and catch all the subtle changes that spreading light and barren land made together. It was a kind of reflection, an almost meditative sense that Donald was only vaguely aware of. It was a sense of being a very incredibly small thing beneath an enormous golden sky, and the thought that being alone was right and proper. He would often think of his mother, of looking up at her as a child. He would daydream about lost loves, first kisses and the smell of cinnamon on warm toast. The landscape opened Donald up like a cheap dime store novel, and every emotion he never had made a cameo appearance on his golden morning drives. It was also because of this same brilliant and awe inspiring spectacle that Donald did not see the burgundy Oldsmobile nose onto the highway ahead.

There was a loud clap. Perhaps thunder. He wasn't sure from where, but his mouth filled with very thin and copper tasting blood. The Oldsmobile wrinkled, spun-shot away and settling almost perfectly facing Donald's windshield. Donald was thinking about rain as the golden landscape went to black.

Donald was not aware that he had hit another car, he was not entirely aware of anything exactly. His ears were full of cotton. He could faintly hear a single note being played on a keyboard, and looked through shattered glass to the top of a head pressing heavily on the maroon steering wheel of a smoking burgundy Oldsmobile with surprise that approached alarm. He had no sense of time. The world had shuttered out and back in again. He was on an alien world, and it was a few full seconds before his mind put all the jigs in place. The noise did not shrink or grow, but steadily poured from the facing car and right through Donald's head. He clicked the seatbelt undone with a practiced touch, and thought about how wrong all the movies had been about accidents. He did not stagger from the car, and found that for his sore tongue, he felt exactly as he had when he had left his apartment. He looked through the growing smoke at what was left of the driver. Something slid in his stomach, something akin to being kicked in the stones, and he almost threw up. He could feel the heat like slick metal in the air as he got closer to the car. He was a few steps away when it grew too hot for him, and he took a step back, squinting reflexively at the horn blowing endlessly from the stoking furnace beneath the bubbling hood. He saw something shift in the back seat. A tiny hand waved past the window and was gone again.

He stepped closer to the car, into the curtain of burning air towards the back door. He could not hear crying. He imagined a pale face turned in squinting agony, but the back seat was too dark. His mind saw the open mouth screaming the world full of car horn. He pulled at the handle and part of his palm slid off his hand and dropped like a pile of cheese on the asphault. The door was locked. The smoke snaked it's way at first then blanketed his entire head, choking out all the oxygen. He dropped to to his palms and knees, and for the first time realized he was missing skin as the gravel struck exposed meat on his right hand. He rolled pathetically away, letting the cool air guide his retreat from the growing smoke. Gingerly, he sat up on his knees and saw clearly the entirety of the damage. The smoke filled his eyes like thick black water. He watched as the smoke consumed the car, everything but that single note disappeared behind the growing black plume. He saw, but he didn't. Even as the tiny glass cuts began to draw air and make their presence known, his mind was somewhere else. He saw something terrible and he chose to ignore it. He walked back to his car and got in.

His car looked bad, but was still drivable. It was still running, and when he turned the key the starter whined a protest. He backed up, turned, and started towards his house again. He did not look back at the smoke. He could smell gas on his hands.


A Shadow Growing

2014-03-26 18:22:20 by deadspread83

The collection of short stories I've been working on is done and out in PAPERBACK now as well as E-BOOK. Click on the link and buy it from Amazon you cheap bastards. You'll like it. I'm sure of it. No, really, you'll like it. Cross my heart. 

 


Read My Book for FREE!

2014-03-21 19:15:35 by deadspread83
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Okay, if you have Amazon Prime, you can read my book ABSOLUTELY FREE! For those of us without Prime, you can still read the first short story for free in the Preview. It's available for kindle and the kindle app only right now, but some time next week the paperback version will be avaiable on Amazon as well, so I'll keep you guys posted.

 

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