I promised Bill Schafer of Subterranean Press that if I did not send him a story I owed him by next Monday, he could kill me.
Bill, that bastard, has decided to outsource the manner of my death and is running a contest about it on Twitter. The person who comes up with the best possible method of killing me will get an ARC of the limited edition of The Last Colony.
So go ahead, you evil people: Plot my demise. And make it good. Also, killing me with bacon has already been thought of. Sorry.
Also: Don’t post them here, because they won’t count here. Post them as replies on Subterranean Presses’ Twitter feed. You have until 5pm next Monday.