Brisingr Release Party: A Retrospective
So my friend from out of state, Kristofer Paoalilinei, happened to be in town last Saturday. So I thought, “Man, would anything be cooler than bringing him to crash a Brisingr release party?” Turns out, anything is just about everything, including watching ice melt and sitting in corn fields.
I brought along Kristofer Paoalilinei and Lord Snow to carry out shenanigans at the local Barns&Noble—I only say shenanigans because Kristofer Paoalilinei was speaking in an Irish accent the entire time. We were expecting crowds of people, with which we could debate the merits of the books and, if necessary, engage in a cagematch.
We were sorely disappointed be our prey opponents. The opposition entirely consisted of nine-year-olds, all of which were five years too young to understand why it was funny we brought a lightsaber—and pushed the Star Wars display in front of the Inheritance desk. None of them were capable of engaging in discourse with us, to decide the merits of the Inheritance Cycle through a battle of wits. And had we fought them in a cage, we would no doubt have been charged with assault of a minor, and third degree manslaughter.
That was a jolly disappointment. We were cheered up by the prospects of FUN ACTIVITIES which the B&N staff promised. These consisted of:
- Watching the Eragon movie. We tried to make funny comments, but the only people watching were the kids’ parents (for goodness sake, you’d think with age would come a semblance of taste) who glared at us for yelling, “Get away from me!” in sync with Saphira. Bunch of wet blankets, no wonder their children have no taste in literature.
- A trivia contest raffle for a hat. I maintain that we should have won this. Probably the staff disqualified us for being too witty and sarcastic even though we answered every question correctly. How old was Christopher Paolini when Eragon was first written? Fifteen, and we never stop hearing it. We even included all the little accent marks and umlauts in the stupid names of people, and they disregarded our efforts.
- An activity to build crossbows out of used pop-stickle sticks and rubber bands, with which marshmallows would be launched. This turned into a fun game of SHOOT THE CRITICS IN THE FACE LMAO I LOVE IT WHEN OUR PARENTS DON’T WATCH US BRATTY KIDS ROFL. And so marshmallows followed our footsteps. Of course, the dewbs didn’t realize marshmallows don’t hurt.
- The B&N staff realizes their store is a complete freaking mess, because there is marshmallow crushed into the ground everywhere. Nice going, geniuses. Fortunately, they offer up a clever plan. They will reward a free copy of Brisingr to however collects the largest wad of marshmellows. Calmly, us antis picked up all the marshmellows that were lying in a pile around us, and easily had the largest wad. But the nine-year-olds saw this, so they took new marshmallows out of the bag to add to their wads, combined their wads, then drew straws to see which of them would get the free book. Dirty little cheats. Of course, the B&N consented to this villainous act in the grounds of their store.
So after we got our copy of Brisingr we hightailed it out of there, because there was no conceivable reason to stay. Worst. Party. Ever.
Oh and did I mention there were only twelve people there in total?

By Garrick
on Sep 23, 05:46 PM