hugo awards are trash

[EraGodless]

No way he wrote this shit if you look at his unintelligible Twitter.

GALAXY'S EDGE - Created by Mike Resnick'

"My sweat ran in rivulets, caught between my skin and the Lycra body suit. It pooled between my shoulder blades, and down my spine and chest, as I regarded my enemy with detached exhaustion. Though my vision was hazy, my focus was sharp. My intention: to do murder, even if a murder sanctioned and abetted by the same system that was slowly killing us all.

The man in front of me paced, fatigue showing plainly in his bearing. My body was depleted of the energy needed to carry it, and my breathing came in short, gulping gasps as I inhaled the bittersweet air. Bitter because it reeked of my own possible—no, likely—death, and sweet because of its purpose: winning a life for another, one far more deserving of it than I. I breathed in that sweetness as if it was a promise, a sustenance of a selfish love which, to me, was everything.

I knew my opponent was not my enemy, although he might be the instrument of my death, or I the instrument of his. The one I truly needed to defeat, our collective enemy, was unflagging: the society that broke us and engineered our existence as an inexorable journey toward death. Quick or slow, the system forced us into a profound lifelessness just so we could breathe one more day, then then yet another."

Such torturous and laborious writing. So many useless fucking words/descriptions that serve no purpose unless he's getting paid by the word.

 

[Uncle Floyd]

They're gonna give this a standing ovation, ain't they?

 

[JoeBrotheChildSpitGuzzler]

how funny would it be if a light skinned black crack whore showed up

 

[Lamont & Tonelli]

"My sweat ran in rivulets, caught between my skin and the Lycra body suit. It pooled between my shoulder blades, and down my spine and chest, as I regarded my enemy with detached exhaustion. Though my vision was hazy, my focus was sharp. My intention: to do murder, even if a murder sanctioned and abetted by the same system that was slowly killing us all.

The man in front of me paced, fatigue showing plainly in his bearing. My body was depleted of the energy needed to carry it, and my breathing came in short, gulping gasps as I inhaled the bittersweet air. Bitter because it reeked of my own possible—no, likely—death, and sweet because of its purpose: winning a life for another, one far more deserving of it than I. I breathed in that sweetness as if it was a promise, a sustenance of a selfish love which, to me, was everything.

I knew my opponent was not my enemy, although he might be the instrument of my death, or I the instrument of his. The one I truly needed to defeat, our collective enemy, was unflagging: the society that broke us and engineered our existence as an inexorable journey toward death. Quick or slow, the system forced us into a profound lifelessness just so we could breathe one more day, then then yet another."

Such torturous and laborious writing. So many useless fucking words/descriptions that serve no purpose unless he's getting paid by the word.

Jesus Christ. I hope he gets hit by a meteor... on Eeaaaarrrttthhhhh!!!

 

[Stent]

He's their Beyonce.

 

[Момент Силышенко]

how funny would it be if a light skinned black crack whore showed up

This person should write a scifi novel, by just typing stream of consciousness. SFWA will give all sorts of grants, if a crack whore can swallow her pride to accept such filthy money

 

[captain_kamala]

This person should write a scifi novel, by just typing stream of consciousness. SFWA will give all sorts of grants, if a crack whore can swallow her pride to accept such filthy money

i have no shame in accepting money from any source