Get yer copy of Echo!

Oh hello my fellow meat-body pilots who seek to glean as much tactile delight as possible from this crazy-ass reality which we’re forced to filter through our limited five senses!  This is just an afternoon reminder to grab yerselves a copy of Echo!  Sure, from a scientific perspective (never mind the philosophical), reality may be an illusion, as we’re only visually able to directly perceive 0.0035% of the electromagnetic spectrum, and analogous claims may be made and substantiated about our other bodily senses, but goshdern, we can still appreciate a solidly told, limited-sense narrative can’t we?  That’s exactly what Echo is!  Forget about the vast implications of our limited perception and plunge into a world of pew freaking pew, hairy rowr-beasts, and beautiful future wizards!  Budda budda b’KAM!   Also, if you’ve read any of my work, please remember to leave a positive review for it on Amazon.  It only takes a minute of your time, and you don’t need to have made a “verified purchase” in order to do it; you only need an Amazon account (in case you read my stuff through Kindle Unlimited or other means).  To give you an idea of how redonko-faced big-nuts amaze-o positive Amazon reviews are to us indie authors, imagine this:  you’re in the break-room, eating your nomskie mcnommersons, when suddenly the local douche-guy (every workplace has one; they’re always bleating about the latest trends, the stupidest lingo, claiming they’re about to get yoked through some fancy new workout protocol), throws his arm around you.  This exposes you to a disgusting blast of BO, so potent that it’s unleavened by the copious amounts of Axe Body Spray he’s so obviously used.  The foul musk is also weaponized with high-grade Douche-Bro spores—these spores crawl through your nostrils and into your brain, reprogramming your neurosynaptics into Douche-Bro configuration. 

Must…pop…collar; must…trumpet…benefits…of…shady…pyramid scheme; must…employ…slightly…outdated…urban…lingo…

NO!

“EAT SMEGMA!” you scream, using pure willpower to thwart the spread of his Douche-Bro mind control.  You rip a mirror off the bathroom wall, and hold it up to the Douche-Bro’s face.  He takes a look at himself—a real, honest look—and sees it all:  the five minutes of fame in high school, partying relentlessly through college whilst denying his inadequacies and coming downfall, the slow decline into madness as a 30 year corporate drone, and finally, the bitter end where he’s raising a passel of uncaring Douche-Bro spawn, as his wife gallavants in a seedy motel room with an overly tanned, well-muscled tennis trainer.  As he runs out of the room, screaming in horror, you wipe the sweat off your brow and sigh in content.  See, that mix of sheer relief and vengeful joy you’d feel at avoiding Broification while giving your sworn enemy What For is EXACTLY what we indie authors feel when we get a positive review on Amazon!  So do your favorite indie author (and perennial Man Child) a rock-em-sock-em favor and leave a positive review on the ’Zons!  Thank you all and have a Good and Chill Night!!!  🙂 🙂 😀

Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  #kindle #kindleunlimited #sciencefiction #scifi #books #novel #book