50 Shades of Worf
by Christopher D. Schmitz
Genre: Humor, Satire
Publisher: TreeShaker Books
Publication Date: November 15, 2019
A back-alley brawl between the furries and the bronies.
Deadpool cosplayer keeps stealing all the erotic pegasus artwork.
Someone used a necronomicon to open a tentacle portal in the men’s room.
Two cops must go undercover at a local comicbook convention to stop Wil Wheaton’s murder.
Is this a buddy cop story or a crime-comedy? Neither. This is comic con... er, comicomedy?
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Christopher D. Schmitz is an author of fiction and nonfiction books. Before throwing himself into book
writing he had published short fiction in more than twenty outlets. In addition to a day-job working with
teenagers, he also writes for a local newspaper, speaks/sells books at comic-cons and other festivals,
runs a blog for authors, and makes an insanely tiny amount of money playing the bagpipes.
He grew up as a product of the 1980s and thinks Stranger Things is "basically my biography." He lives in
rural Minnesota where he drinks unsafe amounts of coffee with his family and three rambunctious dogs.
The caffeine shakes keeps the cold from killing him.
GUEST POST
I
attend a lot of comic conventions; it's where I sell the bulk of my
books and I'm pretty well known up in my area as a Sci-fi and Fantasy
author. I usually do the whole shtick with costumes and take as many
photos as I do sell books. I'm also known as a funny guy, though i
hadn't written any humor novels (though I've done well with my SFF
themed comic short stories and some real dark humor ones, too.) I
thought it'd be hilarious to write something that feels like Brooklyn
99 solves a murder at Comic-con since I was so familiar with it. I
read Bimbos of the Death Sun, a book with similar themes, but it was
written in the 1980s and so it feels very dated and the comic
convention scene has come into its own since then so it was something
of an updated homage.
Weird
things happen at comic conventions, usually they are super fun and
innocent, though I'm not saying all the fun is good and clean--but I
tend to stay away from the dark alleys at cons (though my wife and I
think we may have gotten roofied at a con in North Dakota... maybe
that would be a topic for a sequel. Also, Fargo has a way higher than
average per capita number of furries. People watching is a blast at
conventions.) Probably the weirdest thing, though, happened at an
elevator. I typically do a Wolverine costume and I'm kind of known as
the Minnesota Wolverine. A much older woman kept staring at my
muscles (I actually do the same workout Jackman did to get ripped for
the movies) and I jokingly told her, "They're real. you can
touch them to make sure." She got real close, kissed my bicep,
and then ran away down the hallway like she'd just ding-dong-ditched
someone.
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