There's something growing on in the Steemitverse. Crowdstories and story tellers. Friends one and all. You heard about Steemwars right?
If you haven't then you just might want to bookmark this peace declaration by 
A war like no other and I only got snippets here and there after giving my tacit approval to this peaceful war and declaring my own part in it served in full and ordered up the magical bottomlessness of the eternal-whiskey-pour...
...and disappeared deep down into it (like the proverbial diving duck) and my own struggles with wrapping my addled and battle scarred grey mattered bits around the Steemitverse. I became a steembum and a steembum I shall proudly remain...vagabond to the bards, bastards and devilish maidens..all fair and gamey.
But this isn't about that...that was just a toss back at memories still fresh and likely never to be forgotten in certain circles. If you want to start from the beginning then just use Steemit's own google search engine (the little magnifying glass next to your avatar) Australia Declare's War should do the trick. No rush...it's all there for eternity on the Steem blockchain...immaculate and immutable.
This is all about a story teller picking up on a new quest. An introduction of sorts. To a new quest from the same SirKnight who days after war's end became emboldened with a new vision. A vision of Camelot no less and the quest for that most famous of all swords Excalibur and if you hurry you can catch up if you're an avid or fast reader...you may even want to join in on the fun and add your own colour to this tapestry of Steemian bardaucity . They really are a gregarious lot and have great fun poking and prodding one another with their prowess of wit and wonder.
The story teller is 
So my dear followers and barely hang'n in there TLDRers I do believe I've said enough. I'll leave it to you to decide to continue your search for the beginning of these comedic and comely tales of chivalry and chicanery...brought to you in short bytes as only seasoned Steemians know how.
Let me know what you think below in the comment section...the peanut gallery...g'head...throw some at me. Aaaand, if you like this introduction, then quite possibly you'll enjoy other entries in this series of Why Did I Resteem That by clicking the resteem-that hashtag at the bottom of this page.
If you think you've finally gotten a handle on your REM cycles...well as they say in the Steemitverse...sleep is for the weak...and the dead. I'm going to crawl into Salvador's brain bucket (if I can time it right) and catch me some well earned REMless dead time...the dawn (smokey as it was) has already cracked it's egg a couple hours ago.
Enjoy your day, wherever you hail from. May it be one filled with just a wee bit more good humour than middle-of-the-road-day-to-day.
Keep on Steem'n on!
~smiles fer miles~
EDIT: Dali's whiskers...where was my head. I completely forgot to put the link to