NCPGW Pre-Order Campaign!
We’re t-minus 30 days until the Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong hits the shelves of your local bookstores and comic book stores and your Amazon carts and you can finally press sloppy robot kisses to The Beast.
In an effort to make sure our book and your greedy fingers make contact as soon as possible, we’re here to help you justify pre-ordering Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong with the promise of fabulous prizes!!
Here’s how it works:
Once you’ve pre-ordered your copy of Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong, drop us a line in the comments of this blog post declaring that you’ve made this glorious life choice. As any reader this invested in teenaged robot car theft is obviously trustworthy to the adamantium bones, we’re going to go with the honor system. As the numbers of pre-orders increases, you all unlock the potential to win prizes (which will be selected by random lottery)!
(And take note – there’s a special prize for teachers or librarians, so if you belong to either of those esteemed professions, tell us that in your comment, too.)
You win the chance to bug your friends to pre-order, too, so that at. . . .
Two prizes are available! We’ll give away one of the following prizes to two lucky pre-order-ers by random lottery:
- One signed copy of Friends with Boys
- An :01 graphic novel prize pack
Three prizes are available! Three lucky random lottery winners among the pre-order-ers will secure one of the following prizes:
- The signed copy of Friends With Boys
- The :01 graphic novel prize pack
- An original bust drawing of the winner’s Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong character of choice! Done by Pru. Just kidding. We wouldn’t do that to you. Done by Faith. We promise.
Seven lucky winners will get one each of the following prizes:
- All the previously mentioned prizes
- A Macmillian Kids YA gallery prize pack
- A second :01 graphic novel prize pack (Christmas shopping, done!)
Teacher/Librarian Special Bonus Prize! if you’re a teacher or librarian (please let us know in your pre-order comment if you are), we’ll arrange a Skype visit from Pru or Faith to talk about our PROOOOOOCESSSSSSS.
Oh boy, guys, this is the big leagues, and we’ll have eleven prize winners, who get one each of all the following prizes:
- All the previously mentioned prizes
- Two full-body drawings of two Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong characters of the victor’s choice as well as
- A signed copy of the original Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong graphic novel script.
But wait, there’s more! You’ll also win a 250 word Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong flash fiction story authored by Pru, with a choice of which topic you’d like to see. None of these scenarios will be dirty. I am genuinely sorry.
500-Largest Known Prime
Firstly: go team.
Pre-ordering us to death is the only acceptable method of breaking our website, for those of you considering it, in case you’ve been wondering. At this level, in addition to all the previously listed and frankly baller prizes, you’ll unlock a magical, awesome present for everybody who’s enjoyed Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong along with you.
With 500 pre-orders, we’ll post a special years-later epilogue about our crew from Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong, complete with awesome cover art from Faith. As you can expect, it will involve poor decision making, a series of escalating disasters, and college (the locus of possibly the most terrible decisions ever). As incentive, and just a sneak peek:
Like most disasters involving Nate Harding, it began in the middle of the night.
“Charlie,” Nate hissed.
Charlie dragged his pillow further over his head, moaning, “No.”
He didn’t even want to know how Nate had gotten into the residence hall, much less his dorm room. Next time the girls on the third floor brought around a petition about increasing safety measures, he was signing it twice.
“Charlie,” Nate repeated, appending it with some brutal poking, stabbing one of his bony, calloused fingers into Charlie’s ribs. “Get up!”
Even muffled by fabric and cheap stuffing, Charlie could hear his own despair. “Nate, it’s like 3 a.m.”
“Oh, for — ” Nate sighed, impatient, and with Herculean strength born of nerd rage, tore the pillow away.
When Charlie forced his eyes open, Nate’s wild curls were framed in a halo of light from the laptop on Charlie’s desk. He was wearing goggles — PROPERTY OF ACC LABS DO NOT STEAL!!! still written on the elastic — oil-stained gardening gloves, and he was carrying the same clunker of a toolbox that had been trailing him from battlebot competition to battlebot competition since high school.
“What are you doing?” Charlie asked. If it came out sounding like a pathetic whine, well — it was 3 a.m.
Nate’s eyes looked huge and loopy through the dirty plastic googles. “I am panicking, Nolan,” he explained with eerie calm. “Now get up, I need your help.”
Got it? Good.
Set your pre-ordering battle bot engines to GO!”