Within the first 3,000 words of my first novel (Hel-lo...agents???) I blew up a planet and a fleet of starships, not to mention the local, in system shuttles.
I must have blown ten million people right to smithereenes.
And from what I can tell...only two of them really deserved it.
And it was anti climactic.
No blood, you see. Just fast painless creamation.
And I did not pause to let the reader see what happened to the survivors, because that was not part of the story line...although I did give hints.
I've gotten a bit more graphic with this one. Hmmm
Chapter 1...I off three people, except on was offed by an alien before the book starts, so if you count the alien as a person, I off 4. Wrong place...wrong time...but they are individually crafted demises. Chapter 7 I off another perfectly innocent lady. Once again, this offing is hand crafted..and I let it age for 2 years. Chapter 8...another couple..but one guy was already dead befrore I doused him with chemicals and set him ablaze.
And you all know that I'm killing Greg Minus...savoring it at the moment, truth be told. MMMMMMMMMM....tasty... minus Minus, I guess
Then there is collateral damage, another couple of planets...is it an orgy yet, Haggis my dear?
Hmmm .....I put the captain of a battle cruiser in a shuttle, holed it and let it crush him like a bug when it decompressed,(SALSA!)
I pinholed another crew member..... stuffed a space ship full of decomposing bodies. hmmmmm??????
Oh...and then I killed grampa!!!
Not bad for a sci fi novel, huh?
I suppose I could put a killing orgy in the next one...
but I think I prefer hand crafted, well-seasoned deaths, don't you???
WELL...DON'T YOU?????