About
the Book
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.
Author
Bio
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.
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page: www.facebook.com/MitchellGothAuthor
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Excerpt
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.
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