Words on a Wednesday: A Bubba in Time is Out!

Jun 02, 2010 14:33

This Saturday is Yard Dog Press's 15 year anniversary at Soonercon.  To celebrate, they are releasing their newest Bubbas of the Apocolypse anthology, A Bubba in Time Saves None.  The anthology takes place in the Bubbas of the Apocolypse universe, where the only survivors are folks who consumed a rare enzyme found only in grilled barbecue.  Everyone else on the planet has been turned into a highly-functioning zombie with a taste for executive clothing and brains.

In A Bubba in Time Saves None, both the zombies and the bubbas are time shifted thanks to an accident with a time machine that took place in the previous anthology, Houston, We've Got Bubbas.

Here's a look at the cover of A Bubba in Time Saves None:



As far as I can tell, that appears to be a dinosaur eating the head off of one of those guys who likes to picket the soldier funerals.

At any rate, in honor of the release of A Bubba in Time, I'm posting a bit of my story from the anthology.  It's entitled There I Was, Which is in reference to the SCA saying:" No @#$, there I was."

Although everyone pretty much expected the SCA to survive the apocalypse, Gwenneth had thought that holding a war would become a thing of the past.  After all, about half the card-carrying members were Yumbies.

But a large portion of the Yumbies out there were clever types who didn’t so much as shamble.  You couldn’t even tell they were undead - except for the craving for brains.  When they’d shown up at fighter practice with their armor, Lord Dougal had been too stunned to club them at first.

When it became immediately clear that the card-carrying Yumbies were still die hard stick jocks, there had been some consternation.  Followed by negotiation.  After all, if Spain could deal with a dual monarchy, the SCA could survive a dual citizenship.  There had to be separate fighter practices, and a feast was out of the question.

Really, the only thing that the Yumbies and God’s chosen people could do as a group activity anymore was war.  And they could only do that because the winner got to slaughter the losing side.

Pennsic hadn’t been the same since.



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