Yes, it’s that time of the year: the Self Published Science Fiction Competition Semi Finalist Announcement From Saint Chucky. I’m using one of my older and more obscure internet handles to maximise the comedic effect of the initialism.

Shut up! It checks out!

Anyway, it’s been another fun and exhausting read-o-rama and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading all the reviews (I know you have). I can’t wait to see what the next stage of the contest looks like.

Without further ado, here are our three semi-finalists.

Galaxy Cruise: The Maiden Voyage, by your old pal Marcus Alexander Hart. A solid favourite of Team Space Leftovers, this hilarious space opera has heart, brains, and a variety of other organs. We’re not sure where it got them from. We’re looking into it.

Reap3r, by Eliot Peper. A grimy and bleak look at the too-near future, this one came highly recommended and solidly hyped, and it delivered. A fun read and a worthy contender to enter the next round.

Lightblade, by Zamil Akhtar. This colourful (you’ll see what I did there when you read it) and gloriously surreal action adventure is a mastercraft of the progression fantasy (well, in this case progression sci-fi) subgenre. Let’s see how it measures up against the competition!

Hearty congratulations to our semifinalists, and good luck with the next round! The other teams are so much meaner than we are.


About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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