First the good news: the RETARDIS had earned Dr. Muxx enough air/time miles to redeem for a hypersonic pencil. The bad news: it's useless without the hypersonic sketchpad - it just rips through the spacetime of standard sketchpads. Sigh. Still, he was happy he could show something from the reward scheme. The Interdimensional union of TimelordS (TITS) was finally going to have to eat their hats after a millennium of waiting.
The Steem asked a lot of the good doctor. He had done his best to recruit suitable candidates for a secret mission that he himself did not yet fully understand, but you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy as those that answered the call.
Galacdictator Tangle (
Her minion, dark Underlord Negavader (
A finely sculpted specimen of a dude, Byepeex Reist-Stoomtrooper Destroyer says it best in his own words:
But oh, so not like me. Me and my finely sculpted warrior bod. I could squish him with my butt cheeks.
Ahem. Quite.
Upon learning of the humongous spacebewbs in orbit, Galacpotato Tangle formulated plans to conquer the populace of Strawberro 9.
Captain Constants Trickle (
Princess Katle'a (
Randel Tolp (
The rest of the crew is yet to show up as they have been on an expedition to the planet 10-S-E. Alcohol, Dr. Muxx is assured, was NOT consumed.
Rogue Geeks... please deliver 235 pints of Ungbug milk to the capital city of Spewm F4F. Keep it above 93.6f...for your own sakes...
Carn Tusk (
Kar Annihilus (
With the milk safely on board Fertherder (
It fell to Kar Annihilus to deliver the precious milk cargo to Dr. Muxx's summer home on Spewm. The good doctor's warning to keep its temperature above 93.6F had gone ignored, naturally. Time travel is a fun yet complex thing. Had he realised he would not in the future have not been at home Dr. Muxx could have travelled forward and told himself to be in. Alas, his future past self ignored all messages, resulting in the destruction of his summer home. Sigh.
Crew of the RS Flying Wardrobe. A closing down sale is about to start in the Zzzzzzqqww quadrant. Fill your ship with bargains and await further orders. Or. Bad. Things. Will. Happen.
R2-BEX2 (
The Steemiverse: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Reader Ship Flying Wardrobe. Its mission: to seek quality content in the Stream of Steem. To curate unknown writers. To boldly upvote posts no man has upvoted before!
The mystery of the missing brains was solved when Tiny the Tall Space Witch (
The first week of the Steem Wars Saga has been riveting, funny, and all in all much fun to organize. Next week will be even better, Dr. Muxx has come back from seven days time chuckling his head off. New missions will go out on The Writers' Block Discord server if and when current missions have been completed. If you want to take part, get your butts onto Discord and ask for the #steemwars role for access to the relevant channels.
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Will YOU answer the call? Steem Wars is a community-wide event to encourage writing, mutual support, and blockchain interactions. Who knows, perhaps a friendship or two might form. Anybody can take part, form crews or go it solo. Not a writer? No problem. Artists and poets depicting Steem Wars stories are welcome to join in too. Visit The Writers' Block Discord server and ask for access to Steem Wars. And above all, remember to have fun! There are no rules, any sci-fi franchise can be 'appropriated' and mashed up, although please make them parodies rather than fan fiction. See the original proposal for Steem Wars here.
