Herd Immunity: Another much-publicized failure in Piggy's life

[FurBurger]

Here's what this shit says in case you dont want to squint and you want to read his drivel:

Canisters of flares and retroreflectors erupted from ridges on the outside of the hull and spread out in an enormous "V" hoping to distract or dazzle anything coming her way. They were passive and either worked or they didn't, it was out of her hands. Stanton returned her fractured focus to....

So, he's trying to rip off "Starship Troopers" (the book, not the movie) but as usual he's Fatricked it up.

In Heinlein's original he has troops descending on the enemy in capsules; each capsule has a number of "shells" the same size and composition as the capsule, that separate from it at random times. Since the capsules and the shells fall at the same rate and manoeuvre randomly on the way down, there's no way to tell them apart. It's a classic shell game, with the soldier as the pea; and Heinlein's hero (like Pat's knockoff) thinks to himself that he's just got to trust in the odds.

In contrast, Ol' Milspec Fatty has come up with a enormous electromagnetic arrowhead (or "V") pointing out the correct target.

Also, there's a classic capeshit story flaw in his version, but I'm not going to point it out; as it'll do more damage to his prospects to leave it.

 

[MySecondFatterAccount]

If you're unhappy with his behaviour, just call Hooligans (414.273.5230) and ask for a copy of his driver's license and credit card receipts.

That's what they do over there.

Thats the Swingin Door. They told him if he was going have a computer on the bar that he couldnt sit in front of the taps and high traffic areas. So they told him to sit by the lemons.

 

[Stent]

In contrast, Ol' Milspec Fatty has come up with a enormous electromagnetic arrowhead (or "V") pointing out the correct target.

All he ever does is take something from today and put it in space.

 

[Torque’sHeadBump]

The Fat Man and the He-she

The Cuckold Man and the C

 

[Joe_Cumia_Eats_HUMAN_SHIT]

Here's what this shit says in case you dont want to squint and you want to read his drivel:

Stanton breathed out, trying to calm herself, "Deploy chutes."
At the command, three panels blew clear from the top of the RIP, followed immediately by a trio of small drogue chutes. In turn, they yanked free three much larger parachutes. Or they would've if Chute Number Two hadn't immediately confettied itself the moment it hit the subsonic airstream.
The other two chutes deployed as normal, but the streaming lines from the ruined chute tangled between them even as the sarcophagus continued to spin. Overspeed and terrain proximity alarms filled the tiny coffin Stanton occupied as if they'd become choking liquid in their own rights.
And to top off the shit sandwich, she was being painted with enemy range-finding lasers again.
"Countermeasures!"
Canisters of flares and retroreflectors erupted from ridges on the outside of the hull and spread out in an enormous "V" hoping to distract or dazzle anything coming her way. They were passive and either worked or they didn't, it was out of her hands. Stanton returned her fractured focus to....

Fuck his prose is terrible. The big words he uses don't help me visualize anything and hinder any chance of it.

Certainly no Boat Hack...

 

[FurBurger]

All he ever does is take something from today and put it in space.

See, I think that's more for show than anything else; I don't think it would distract a missile from seeking that gigantic target.

 

[Harry Powell]

Something about his stock reply getting cut off by the screenshot after your vicious text absolutely fucking destroyed my ribs

 

[Stent]

See, I think that's more for show than anything else; I don't think it would distract a missile from seeking that gigantic target.

The Ghost of Kyiv disagrees with you, child.

 

[TorqueWheeler]

Fuck his prose is terrible. The big words he uses don't help me visualize anything and hinder any chance of it.

Certainly no Boat Hack...

It really is. No matter what I read of his work I always feel like my brain is trying to reject it.

 

[TomFromNawlins]

It really is. No matter what I read of his work I always feel like my brain is trying to reject it.

His prose is exposition that’s as dynamic as a technical manual, and his dialogue is all teenage girl snark.

 

[TorqueWheeler]

His prose is exposition that’s as dynamic as a technical manual, and his dialogue is all teenage girl snark.

He’s really quite terrible in every way.

 

[Cuphead]

He will never publish another book again

 

[BakersfieldChimp]

80k+ word counts don’t matter if it’s drivel.

Some notable word counts:
Slaughterhouse-Five: 49,000
The Great Gatsby: 47,000
The Stranger: 36,000
A Christmas Carol: 31,000 (his WIP will probably surpass the original)
Of Mice and Men: 29,000
The Old Man and the Sea: 27,000

Yes but were any of those set IN SPACE?

I guess Slaughterhouse Five was, sort of. Vonnegut was accidentally a better sci-fi author than Fatrick.

 

[guest]

Yes but were any of those set IN SPACE?

I guess Slaughterhouse Five was, sort of. Vonnegut was accidentally a better sci-fi author than Fatrick.

Fat's Cradle

 

[BakersfieldChimp]

Fat's Cradle

A Man Without a Daughter
Welcome to the Halfhouse
Mother Raven

 

[SFWA liaison]

it only gets worse for him

 

[AntsBatteryCharge]

Deadbeat Dick
Breakfast Corn of Champions
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, or Pearls Before Patrick

 

[BudDickman]

Halfhouse 5 (chins)