rushedSo Disneyland was a little more exhausting than anticipated, and the eleventh and twelfth days of Hogswatch got pushed back a bit. I'm sorry about that. This is the posting for the eleventh of the Twelve Days of Hogswatch. Each giveaway has different rules, and a different deadline, although all prizes will be mailed on January 9th, because I am bad at going to the post office.
The final giveaway is for a birthday swag pack, assembled by yours truly. It will contain:
* A copy of the art bookmark I designed several years ago for Borderlands. These bookmarks have been gone for years, and have clownfish mermaids all over them. Super cute, and a rare example of my working in full color.
* A Slasher Chicks T-shirt. You get to pick the size, although sizes are limited (it was a very short run), so I can't promise I'll have the one you want. But hey, it would be a rockin' present for somebody else.
* A copy of your choice of Wicked Girls or Stars Fall Home, signed.
* One of the unique, never-for-sale "I'm with the band" passes we make for the Traveling Circus. I don't have passes from all events, but I can check to see if I have a specific title (Seanan books only).
This is a random number drawing with a twist. So...
1. To enter, comment on this post.
2. If you are international, indicate a willingness to pay postage.
3. Explain to me why YOU deserve this birthday gift.
Please remember that all giveaway rules are non-negotiable. Failure to follow the rules of a giveaway will mean that you cannot win, even if the RNG picks you. I will be choosing three finalists, and then letting their arguments sway me to a final winner.
I will choose the winner at 1PM PST on Wednesday, January 8th. I know that's super-tight, but I need to do the mailing.
Game on!
January 7 2014, 18:21:43 UTC 3 years ago
On the occasion of the High Empress' [REDACTED FOR REASONS OF "SHE'LL KILL YOU IF YOU TELL ANYONE"] birthday, the Kingdom of Petunias had a problem.
They were out of people to behead in celebration and dark sacrifice to their beloved and rightfully-feared matriarch. The low-hanging fruit had been easily plucked. The slightly trickier fruit had been plucked by tallish zombies, who were themselves promptly dispatched by Tansy. Bigots, trolls, and even over-zealous metermaids had all been snipped, snapped, and fed to the spiders and alligators in the moat that surrounded her castle.
"Well, this sucks right out loud," a nearly-anonymous member of her retinue intoned.
Vixy looked deeply nonplussed at the roster of second-tier candidates. "Tumblr gifsets and Facebook well-wishers? Seriously? Fuck it, I'm taking up the accordion."
"Take mine, Highness." There was no shortage of custom for the imperial chiropractor in the wake of this announcement, so many heads snapped around more briskly than they probably should have been. At the back of the room, having somehow dispatched two of the guards, a figure stood, head high, neck bared, eyes defiant.
"I understand the stunt work on 'Sleepy Hollow' pays above-average rates, and I'd be a shoe-in without this dastardly thing making the garb all lumpy." He shrugged and knelt.
Seanan's eyes lit with the fire of a five-volume trilogy behind them, and she came down from her throne, her favorite blade glinting like candles and fine crystal.