Brovember 15; I’m catching up! Some of y’all suggested I draw Steve Carlsberg; so here he is.
I don’t really imagine him as the ‘Hot Nerd’ type guy that I’ve seen floating around; more of a conspiracy-theorist-dudebro who is the town’s Only Sane Man. I suspect he has a vast archive that documents everything weird about Night Vale and that the only reason the Sheriff’s Secret Police hasn’t arrested him for disrupting the order is because they simply can’t find him.
My theory for the feud between Cecil and Steve is that they were once best friends that researched NV’s weirdness together, but then Cecil got a job at the radio station and they started growing apart as Cecil now strictly has to report what the town wants him to report. Steve accused Cecil of becoming ‘one of them’ and Cecil thinks Steve just needs to grow up and the whole thing is actually quite sad. :C
My hand slipped… Might make a habit of it after all, I’m sorry~
It’s great to live by the spirit, to testify day by day for eternity, only what’s spiritual in people’s minds. But sometimes I’m fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I’d like to feel a weight grow in me to end the infinity and to tie me to earth. I’d like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say “Now.” Now and now” and no longer “forever” and “for eternity.” To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod.