Pickle Pie by George Saoulidis

Rollerball meets GLOW in this bloody mess of a sport story.

Pickle pie

Blood Runs Pink

Rollerball meets GLOW in this bloody mess of a sport story.

When a bankrupt armourer ends up owning a second-rate jugger player, he decides to go for it. But will he manage to even turn a profit, when he knows little about the game and its seedy world, when the opponents play dirty on and off the field, and when the game's popularity grows with every player injury and death?

Do you wanna watch the bloody game of Cyberpink? Do you wanna meet Pickle Pie? Then read this exciting story where popularity is queen and blood runs pink.

This is book 1 of the Cyberpink series.

WARNING: “Pickle Pie” contains drug use, low inhibitions, cursing in multiple languages, British spelling, European political correctness, a ton of stuff given in the metric system, pink blood, red blood, dried blood, worship of made-up corporate gods, references to male and female body parts, drinking, abuse, murder for sport, murder for hire, attempted murder, lecherous fanboys directly from 4chan, polyamory, gangsterism, debt bondage (the non-sexy kind of bondage,) transhumanism, misquoted Doctor Who lines, LGBT characters, diversity, pickle consumption in large quantities, ouzo consumption in large quantities, poorly named things, bathroom scenes (Hitchcock would be proud,) and the story of a hero who's just trying to do the right thing while complaining about it.

Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Cyberpunk

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Science Fiction

Language: English

Keywords: gamelit, harem, litrpg, jugger, athens, greece, greekgods, greekmythology, armourer, action, bloodsport, rollerball, glow, hunger games

Word Count: 40000

Sales info:

Author George Saoulidis has a 3000 goodreads following, a 10000 twitter following and a 4000 instagram following. The book is a short novel for an adult audience. There is a minisite at https://cyberpinktournament.com

Publisher is incorporating wide creation and distribution as a regular step in the marketing process (with 40 upcoming titles, 45 currently published, 19 audiobook).

The publisher is also working with viral marketing, memes, high concept themes and is running multiple pay-per-click marketing campaigns, regular email blasts to 10000+ real customers, is experimenting constantly with ad copy, book blurbs and varying his efforts in internet promotion. 

As a special characteristic, the books cater well to a bilingual Greek-English target group (but not exclusively), with a population of 3 million in USA, 0,7 million in Australia and another 0,7 in Canada, and finally a 0,4 million in the UK. That untapped demographic of over 4 million Greek dual citizens is actively being promoted to by the publisher through internet forums, diaspora groups and publications. 

Sample text:

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Hector said, pushing the flash drive back.

The client was fidgety, to say the least. He kept licking his lips, scratching his elbow till it bled, and only half of this behaviour was from substance abuse. “Come on, man, it’s collateral. I’ll pay you the rest as soon as I turn a profit. I got a tip, man. I got a tip.”

Hector sat back down on his chair and sighed out loud. He’d never stay seated when a client was present at his store, but Diego was no longer a good client. A long-time client, sure, but a good one?


He grabbed a piece of armour and kept working on it to keep his hands busy while the junkie apologised and went on and on about how he’d finally get his big score and pay off his debts.

He fixed a spot at the armpit, the client had complained that it dug into his skin and made it uncomfortable. Custom armour was his expertise, so he simply grabbed his tools and fixed it. Yeah, he ran his fingers on the curve, there was indeed a sharp edge that could catch fabric. Just a tiny bit of filing and a cloth tape to make it softer. Hector cut the tape with his teeth and stuck it in place like an expert. He spun it around in the light, you could hardly see it.

“The tournament man, I’m telling you, we’re gonna get rich! Filthy rich.” Diego placed the flash drive again on the desk. His fingers dirty, his nails even worse, his clothes stinking from some drug joint, he placed the flash drive on the surface with reverence.

Strangely, it was the only thing that was clean on that man.

“Filthy, indeed,” Hector said, raising his eyes back towards his client. “Diego,” he demanded. “For the last time, I’m not a sports manager."


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