Shenanigans in Steveland!
Apr 5, 2023 13:05:45 GMT -5
Post by Mega on Apr 5, 2023 13:05:45 GMT -5
How did you get here?
Why are you here?
Did you get lost?
Do you have the drain bamage?
Well before you descend into the madness, here's some help to get you started: there are both no0 rules, and veyr arbitrary silly rules enforced by choice by beings known collectively as a whole as Steves. What are Steves? These little guys here. As for WHAT they are, that remains a mystery to all but a very finite number of people. But how they are is normally reflected in their appearance or titles. Alliteration is the name of the game, and if it starts with S that's going in their title. There's Sneaky Steves, Spooky Steves, Scary Steves, Simple Steves, etc. They are all a bunch of impish little tricksters of varying degrees, but they're typically easy going and don't meany any intentional harm. They often playfully have messy turf wars against Steves of different colors, much like Splatoon- while some busy themselves with building the seemingly never ending labryinthian layout of the world.
There are all kinds of biomes and 'terrains' to find, with no logical layout so expect to find sandy dunes suddenly mixing with snowy-mountains. Even the building style varies between Steves, with some sticking out more than others. Some Steves even go out of their way to make their house the Steviest!
We could go on and on, but this place really captures the "out of character" vibe where nothing has to be canon, and nothing has to make sense. Just imagine this is Alice in Wonderland on steroids, and live alittle! Or don't and become another Steve in the endless army of Steves!
Also, beware of Serious Steve. He doesn't like outsiders much and will definitely try to turn you into some degree of not-alive!
Enough exposition! The Steve-Sun was up and Steveing, and Scottish Stocky Steph was busy adding into the snaking series of Stevepartments. She was intent on using up literally every resource that fell into their pile and many would agree she could use a break. Unfortunately she couldn't really hear anyone due to the constant sound of bagpipes playing near her vicinity. It would also be easier for her to finish if not for the Red and Blue Steves having their daily turf war, throwing paint and causing a ruckus... sometimes breaking what she had already worked on. This would devolve into her chasing after them with a hammer, hammering them into confetti before returning to her work.
"Steph, you missed a spot... there, there, there... and there," A Silliman in a tophat scolded, pointing them out with his micane. Steph retorted and Fasilli gasped. "Steph that's hardly the kind of language a lady such as yourself should be using. Steve, write her up!" Fasilli told a white clad Ossifer-Steve who scribbled in his notepad, handing it off to a gas mask wearing trouper... who scurried over to hand it off and was promptly golf smacked between a pair of buildings with an earthshattering kaboom. Every Steve in the area cheered and raised score cards.
Why are you here?
Did you get lost?
Do you have the drain bamage?
Well before you descend into the madness, here's some help to get you started: there are both no0 rules, and veyr arbitrary silly rules enforced by choice by beings known collectively as a whole as Steves. What are Steves? These little guys here. As for WHAT they are, that remains a mystery to all but a very finite number of people. But how they are is normally reflected in their appearance or titles. Alliteration is the name of the game, and if it starts with S that's going in their title. There's Sneaky Steves, Spooky Steves, Scary Steves, Simple Steves, etc. They are all a bunch of impish little tricksters of varying degrees, but they're typically easy going and don't meany any intentional harm. They often playfully have messy turf wars against Steves of different colors, much like Splatoon- while some busy themselves with building the seemingly never ending labryinthian layout of the world.
There are all kinds of biomes and 'terrains' to find, with no logical layout so expect to find sandy dunes suddenly mixing with snowy-mountains. Even the building style varies between Steves, with some sticking out more than others. Some Steves even go out of their way to make their house the Steviest!
We could go on and on, but this place really captures the "out of character" vibe where nothing has to be canon, and nothing has to make sense. Just imagine this is Alice in Wonderland on steroids, and live alittle! Or don't and become another Steve in the endless army of Steves!
Also, beware of Serious Steve. He doesn't like outsiders much and will definitely try to turn you into some degree of not-alive!
Enough exposition! The Steve-Sun was up and Steveing, and Scottish Stocky Steph was busy adding into the snaking series of Stevepartments. She was intent on using up literally every resource that fell into their pile and many would agree she could use a break. Unfortunately she couldn't really hear anyone due to the constant sound of bagpipes playing near her vicinity. It would also be easier for her to finish if not for the Red and Blue Steves having their daily turf war, throwing paint and causing a ruckus... sometimes breaking what she had already worked on. This would devolve into her chasing after them with a hammer, hammering them into confetti before returning to her work.
"Steph, you missed a spot... there, there, there... and there," A Silliman in a tophat scolded, pointing them out with his micane. Steph retorted and Fasilli gasped. "Steph that's hardly the kind of language a lady such as yourself should be using. Steve, write her up!" Fasilli told a white clad Ossifer-Steve who scribbled in his notepad, handing it off to a gas mask wearing trouper... who scurried over to hand it off and was promptly golf smacked between a pair of buildings with an earthshattering kaboom. Every Steve in the area cheered and raised score cards.