 | The Big Bad Hell-Beast
The moment I was stared down by this nefarious beast I knew that our visit to Steven's was not meant to be so happy and carefree. Something BANEFUL and very... BAD was in store for us. |
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 | The pipe-guy... Formerly known as Steven
Our adventures began when we entered the magical abode of the pipe-guy pictured here. He WOULD NOT stop talking about the old times or "back in the day." We were, quite frankly, getting rather irritated with all his sitting around and the long stories about how he once almost caught a rabbit and then also the time when he bought his first typewriter or whatever. The pipe-guy used to be our good friend Steven from the previous visit, but the 14 months since then had changed him greatly.
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 | Stirring the pot of evil soup
Our group of feel-good, casually-cool, and kid-next-door-humour friends were a bit bothered by the pipe-guy, but most of us were still okay with it - everyone that is, but Keith. Keith cooked up a plan all on his own to lure the guy out on this dock and to push him into the water. A funny thing happened: The moment Keith made his move, I snapped this picture, Keith realized he wasn't directly in front of the dude like he had planned and consequently fell into the water. That was no ordinary water either - that was EVIL water. It somehow tainted Keith the rest of our stay.
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 | Scary moments
Everyone was having a giggle-fest on the beach as we continued onward - pipeguy was still babbling to his self. Keith, however, was uncharacteristically silent and seemed to carry a heavy burden - an EVIL burden. At the moment of this picture, he made a very eery hand gesture toward Steve. Steve slowly degenerated to a strange and somber state. We decided to turn back toward the house - things were getting out of control.
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 | Steve's invisible companions
While everyone else was out on the porch I returned to find Steve by himself talking to an imaginary friend. He was in the middle of offering this friend a shot of tequila while telling a lewd joke. I took a picture and then turned around to leave, not wanting to disturb their private company. I came and went - unnoticed.
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 | When Scrabble goes sour
Here you can see Keith is in the middle of a very terrible evil spell incantation. He is trying to use his powers of evil sorcery to win a game of Scrabble. It was rather frightful, someone's glass of milk started bubbling as it boiled and spat, there were napkins flying in the air and ripping apart right in front of our faces, and at one point during the game Steve became so angry he jumped up and tackled another player for taking too long to spell out a word. I don't know if Keith's spells had anything to do with that. Despite the flying objects, table rattling, and inanimate objects that began trash-talking the other players, Keith still managed to lose.
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 | The Babblers win it all
The pipe-guy and I were partners for scrabble and we had a rather rocky start. He kept on suggesting words that didn't even exist, stuff like 'rixtq' or 'farba.' But then I shrugged and went along with it, we made up a ton of words and the other teams never challenged us. That 96 point word was totally ludicrous, I don't think we even used any vowels. After our team won the game I decided that pipe-guy was alright in my book. Oddly enough, the same 96-point word that won our game for us also somehow snapped him out of the whole pipe thing. Steven had now returned back to normal.
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 | Fiery Talk
There was a long and involved discussion among all party members. And then a very long and wretched silence ensued. Then, all of a sudden, Christine yelped as Steve accidentally stepped on her foot. Steve shouted in response, "Dammit woman!" From that moment onward, Steve also had returned to his normal self. |
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 | The boot
We finally decided that enough was enough - we kicked Keith out of the house and told him to never come back. |
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 | Tensions were dropped
Keith returned, but the evilness previously inside him did not. Everyone hugged, we had ate ice-cream and there were fireworks. We all chilled out as if there wasn't a care in the world. The End. |
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