Reviewed:
A story about naked psychic warriors (clothing dampens their powers) in mecha suits versus an evil space empire of psychic vampires, with a side order of Neanderthal superheroes — what’s not to like?
Seriously — what!?
Okay, I admit Dragon Cobalt’s manner of throwing every inventive thing into a story, including not just the kitchen sink but the upstairs bathtub, the neighbor’s garden hose, and a crate of lubricated rubber ducks, is not exactly to everyone’s taste. Your loss, if so. But peoples — it’s just so fun. There’s even a space princess in this one!
… yeah, okay, so that last is not exactly unique in his stories. He writes a lot of space princesses. It’s a Thing. (I’m also willing to go out on a limb and say, based on recurring elements, that he’s a size queen.)
“The Naked Warrior” puts the author’s unique brand of gonzo plotting and hyperkinetic fucking around on full(-frontal) display, wrapped around a plot that actually dovetails together neatly, despite being a wildly entertaining romp. With naked psychic warriors.
:flails arms helplessly:
JUST READ IT ALREADY!!1!!!