Saturday, December 14, 2013

Camp 417: Where the Dead Live

Be honest: Is that not the greatest title/subtitle combo you've ever heard? I'm being modest here: it fucking rocks. "Where the what live? The dead... Live? That doesn't make any sense!"
Exactly!
It's brilliant in every conceivable way and I take full credit for it. But, there's more to this awesome story then just the awesome story itself (which is, if you didn't catch it, awesome):
Every end has a beginning: 
Austria, 1945... 
Every legend, its source: 
Cut off, surrounded and alone, twenty men must turn the tide... 
Evil is alive: 
And the feeding has begun... 
Camp 417: 
Where the Dead Live

That noise you just heard was your mind exploding like the birth of a universe. But, as mentioned, there's a great story behind it: Namely, how it came to be released as a paperback, hardcover, and interactive ebook experience. And it goes a little something like this (you should imagine me doing a very feminine voice there and then the screen washes to a flashback):

FLASHBACK:
Some time ago, as a young, dashing brotherly duo (I was young, my brother has always been old and decrepit. Always) we found a website that was very clearly set up to be the most revolutionary thing to hit the publishing world since the hieroglyph. It billed itself as a "sort of American Idol for writers" but it wasn't (isn't - this is modern me talking now, it wasn't and still isn't, it's much better than that). Instead, it's actually a community where writers can collaborate, read, rate and eventually publish their books (modern me again, at the time you couldn't eventually publish your books there, it's just now... I'll just tell the story). And it wasn't (isn't) a standard vote for or against set up like American Idol. Say you come across one of our books (and you're likely to), you don't vote no on ours and yes on another. You don't text the vote in and you certainly don't make your children give you their facebook log in information so you can use their account to vote for Ruben Studdard five more times (sorry Ma!). No. You rate it on a scale, anonymously, without knowing it is in fact our book you're reading.
Pretty cool, right?
That's what the incredibly sexy younger (but not by much) me and my (older and less attractive) brother thought. And we were (are) right (terminally) because it's a pretty sexy beast. There are also several layers to it: There's the voting, monthly challenges, projects where you can read and review and critique, groups where you can hang with friends, forums where you can discuss topics and get into drunken brawls, ect.
All in all it's just a great place to be. And now we come back to....

PRESENT:
And get your book noticed, published and hopefully sell a bundle.  And that leads me to another cool part of the story, illustrated here:
WEbook - the name of the aforementioned fantastic place - has published Camp 417, the Prequeal to Outpost Season One. Now, I don't want to make it seem like, because of my flashback, that it takes years and years for this all to happen. No. We've been putting books out for the better part of two and a half years. And we've been members of WEbook for that entire time. So, when they began actively seeking to change the game up by releasing members titles (the best of them) it was a natural partnership for us.
And we're a hell of a lot more active over there than we are here. So, check us out, join the revolution and find something great to read.
Furthermore, there are a lot of fun, interesting a groundbreaking features to Camp 417 - it's not just how it was published. Camp 417 (which is awesome) also features groundbreaking ebook button technology which the picture below:
does not do justice to. These buttons are throughout the ebook, at select locations where you may choose a place you would like to visit. These include any of the seven amazing episodes that make up the explosive, blockbuster Camp 417. Plus! Deleted Scenes, Creator Commentary, the first episode of Outpost Season One (free!), a never before released Brothers Finn short story, Gottleib's Journal, and more!
It's its very own sexy, sexy beast. When I look at it it makes me wonder if I like ebooks as much as I do women. Maybe not as much... I mean, I do sleep with the ebook occasionally, but only because I fall asleep with it in my hands.
Okay, stop looking at it, you're starting to scare the children!
Sorry. 
So check it out. It's well worth the necessary donation to the Brothers Finn Alcohol Abuse Fund, or as my accountant likes to call it: Our "Business Account" - whatever the hell that means...


Holy FinNilPro.com, Batman!

This goes to the whole, we've been doing things but not talking about them thing:
FinNilPro.com
Not only is it a Finnean Nilsen Project - read: It Kicks Ass - but it also kicks ass. You can see the trailer for Outpost Season One, some tidbits and a teaser for Camp 417 (which did indeed get written and released - more on that in the next post) and more. And even though it went live like eight months ago, consider it a personal Christmas gift to you...

Welcome Back!

It's been...
Shit, has it been years?
Okay, so, have you ever told a friend you'd call them back and forgotten about it? But you don't want to call a week later and admit to being such a dick. So you just kind of put it off, and the longer you put it off the more of an asshole you look like when you don't call? And then seventy years later, on your death bed, the most important thing you wish you had done was just call the bastard back and apologized? But then you think, "Fuck him, he could have called too!" and die angry.
Well, that's basically what happened with us and our blog. Except for we're not on our death beds and blogger.com couldn't really have called (although a Christmas card would have been nice) and really that analogy makes little to no sense, but...
Where was I?
Right. We're back. And we're not going anywhere this time. We'll be posting events as they unfold, and if they do not actually unfold, we'll simply make them up. So watch this space for updates.

P.S. Like, we'll call you right back...