Sunday, 4 December 2016

War Town by Mitch Goth



Title: War Town
Author: Mitch Goth
Genre: New Adult Thriller


For Olly Rourke, War Town's opening day is a joyous occasion. He is one of a thousand people selected to be the first players in the world's largest paintball arena. But as he soon finds out, the game he enters into is far more sinister. Two equal teams, locked in the massive arena together, and presented with an armory of real ammunition and a time bomb powerful enough to kill them all. The only way out is to eliminate the other team, by any means necessary.





Excerpt #1 

      For twenty straight minutes, I stared down at the ticket in my hand. War Town’s opening day, and I had a ticket. We were just a few miles out and I was still struggling to believe it.
      “Hey Olly, how much longer you think we got?”
      I looked over at the source of the voice. Mikey looked at his phone as he steered the car with his other hand and the other half of his attention. With any other person, I would have scolded them for looking at their phone while driving. But I knew Mikey Fischer well enough to know how good he was good at multi-tasking. I also knew that no matter how many times I told him not to do something he would always do it.
      “Can’t be much longer.” I shrugged. “A few minutes maybe.”
      “I hope so. I can’t take this suspense anymore.”
      “It’s not like we haven’t seen it before, there’s pictures of it all over the internet.”
      Mikey drummed his fingers against the wheel. “Well, yeah, pictures from the outside. I wanna know what the deal is inside. Besides, no way pictures do a justice for this place.”
      I paused for a moment and watched my friend’s movements. His finger drumming went on and he bounced a little in his seat. His excitement looked like it was about to burst from him. He stuck his head out the window, letting the wind whip through his thick, brown hair.
      “What was that for?” I asked.
      “Just to do something, I guess. I’m getting antsy.”
      “I can tell.”
      “Come on, how can you not be stoked for this? War Town is gonna put Oklahoma to shame!”
      I smiled. We had taken more than a few trips to the big paintball tournaments in Oklahoma during college. It would take something like a God to one-up those battles, or at least someone with a great vision and a lot of money. War Town was a case of the latter.




The Author:

Mitch Goth currently resides in Yellow Springs, Ohio, where he attends Antioch College. When not writing, he spends his time investigating the paranormal and indulging in a good book or movie.





Excerpt #2

      “I’m sure all of you are wondering just what the point of all this is,” Merrus said. “Well, if you take a trip to your team hotel you will find a large metal door in the basement. On the other side of that door is an expansive cache of weaponry. Now, I don’t mean more paintball supplies when I say that. I mean real metal guns firing real lead ammunition, the kind that kills. The goal of the game remains the same: one team must eliminate the other. You have until this Sunday at ten in the morning to complete the game with the weapons provided for you. If one team does not eliminate the other in that time the nuclear device will eliminate you all. I suggest you all dump your paintball gear, it is no good against real ammunition. Good luck, and let War Town begin.”
      Merrus’s feed cut. Less than a second later, the screen atop the bomb lit up and began counting down. People around the bomb screamed and ran the opposite direction. Panic enveloped the crowds and people scattered. I stayed where I was, I had no idea where I wanted to go.
      Once the crowds dispersed as people ran for the trolleys, a select few of us remained. Mikey was one of the people who stayed put. With slow, careful steps we approached each other, looking at one another across the dividing line with solemn, confused expressions.
      “This all can’t be real, can it?” Mikey asked, his voice nearly inaudible.
      I looked around to the other people approaching each other at the line. So many friends, family members, and couples all joined with separate teams to fight each other for fun. Suddenly the fun disappeared, and they were stuck on opposing sides. There was one couple only a few yards from us. They looked to be in their late teens. A tall skinny boy with long dark hair on the Red side, and a short, equally thin girl with blinding blonde locks on my side. Even with the distance between myself and them fear showed clearly in their faces. Just like Mikey, they were both hoping that none of it was real.
      “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know.”





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