I decided to finish SteveT's backstory as a free-standing story instead of bogging down The Third Generation to finish it. Numbered posts are simply extracted from said OG. I intend to add to and finish it in good time.

If there's interest, this will set the stage for a future Festivity Attenders OG

Guide to Party Goer => completley unrelated Festivity Attender conversion

Magikoopa => Wizzrobe
Masamune => Excalibur
Golem => Elemental
GORE-illa =>CHUMP-anzee
Luigi of the Pipes => Louis of the Tubes
Yoshiman => Dinosaur-Type Fellow
Ditto McCloaker => Mimic MacShifter
Wrange Tirk => Wrange Tirk
Big Al => Albert the Large
Vorpal => Hrunting
Sapphire Blue => Ruby Red
Lupus the Turk => Wulf the Moor
Mr. Predict => Sir Prophesy
Luigi 64 => Louis LXIV

Should I start Festivity Attenders OG, people will be given the option of changing the names of their equivalent characters, of course.

THE FESTIVITY ATTENDERS
EPISODE THE FIRST
THE METALLIC MENACE

16th Century Scottland is in a frenzy of festivities.
Through these many parties, one group came to the forefront of the Festivity Scene.
These were the illustrious Festivity Attenders, the proverbial vitality of every festivities.

However, there was dissent among their ranks. A Festivity Attender named Louis XLIV, once among their greatest, fell to the lame side(TM). He was banished from the Hall of the Festivity Attender, never to be seen again.

In the aftermath, the Festivity Attenders decided to increase their numbers once more. Their resident wizard, Wizzrobe, was sent to commiss the creation such a being...

1.
In a castle in Scottland, in the year 1530, a short, thin Scott is standing in a forge, inspecting a newly-made suit of armor which, it turns out, looks a lot like Steve T.

Scottish Smith Guy: Finally, I've succeeded in building the perfect suit of armor. Well, at least I would have if anyone in Scottland were seven feet tall. Still, I'm rather proud of this suit.

Narrator: A wizard walks into the forge, wearing a long coat. The Scottish Smith Guy obviously recognizes the wizard, because he cowers in fear the second the wizard enters.

Wizard: I see my armor is completed.

Scottish Smith Guy: Yes, not even an hour ago.

Wizard: Good. Here's your payment.

Narrator: The wizard throws a bag of gold coins at the Scottish Smith Guy, who quickly runs to gather them.

Wizard: Now, to put the finishing touches on this armor.

Narrator: The wizard raised his staff, and a surge of purple light rushed onto the suit of armor. The individual pieces rose, then fused together in a humanoid shape, as if there were wearer inside. The armor was slowly lowered to the ground and turned its helmet back and forth, surveying the room.

Armor: Is the window open? I think I feel a breeze.

2.

Narrator: The wizard revealed his true name to be Wizzrobe, and brought the newly-animated SteveT to a pub on the opposite side of town. This was not just any pub, however. It was a pub called The Floating Ape, and just so happened to be the headquarters of an illustrious group known as the Festivity Attenders*.

Wizzrobe: I brought the heartless suit of armor.

Elemental: Ah, excellent. We've been needing a new member ever since we disposed of Louis LXIV.

Wrange Tirk: Aye, I told you all along that man was a Dane in disguise. Pass the mead!

Elemental: Really, Dinosaur-Type Fellow, you shouldn't confuse the new guy with your multiple personalities.

Ruby Red: So...what shall we do today?

Elemental: I don't know. What do you want to do?

SteveT: I can tell already that I hate you all.

Wrange Tirk: You'll like us better when we're side by side, killing the Danes and singing songs about it!

SteveT: Well, I suppose that's possible.

Ruby Red: I dont' know. What do you want to do?

Excalibur: Wait for it...

Elemental: I dont' know. What do you want to do?

Excalibur: Here it comes...

Ruby Red: Oh, I know. Let's attend a festivity!

Elemental: Great idea!

Excalibur: You'll get used to that conversation pretty quick.

SteveT: But I'll still hate it. When do we start killing things?

Elemental: Wizzrobe, did it have to be heartless?

SteveT: Don't call me "it." That's demeaning. Now, who wants to be my evil minion?

Elemental: Wizzrobe, back to the Scottish Smith Guy and try to do it right this time.

SteveT: You get to carry my stuff.

All: ummmm....

SteveT: Anyone?

Wizzrobe: Righto. I'll be back in a month.

New Material:

~At the Duke of Scottsborough's Wedding~

Dinosaur Type Fellow: Yeah! Bowl of punch! AWESOME!

Elemental: This is quite the festivity, wouldn't you agree, Wizzrobe?

Wizzrobe: Yes, but we really can't afford to get too involved. We have a mission here.

CHUMP-anzee: When do we do it?

Wizzrobe: Steve will start muttering as soon as the feast is over and the dancing starts. We'll have to subdue him then. Do you all remember your positions?

ALL: Aye

Wrange Tirk: 'Tis a bloody shame that so great a warrior be damned so.

Elemental: Necessary, though. He'll kill us all.

Narrator: They waited until the appropriate time. The second the music started, the Festivity Attenders stood up from the table.

All: We're going to the bathroom.

SteveT: Wha? At the same time?

Elemental: Yeah. We'd invite you, of course, but you're not entirely equipped.

SteveT: *mutters*

Everyone else: *Whistles and walks away*

Narattor: Wizzrobe positioned himself on a balcony. Meanwhile, CHUMP-anzee, Wrange Tirk, Elemental, and Excalibur all moved to their places in a square around SteveT. They waited until the third song started, then simultaneously charged the table.

Excalibur: *from ten feet away* Ha ha! Villian, ye shall perish this day!

SteveT: Eh? *sigh* Knights and their need for attention....insecure if you ask me...

Excalibur:

SteveT: *Stands up and looks around* Well, if that's how you're going to be...

Narrator: SteveT picks up the table he had been sitting at and throws it directly into Elemental, pinning him down. Wrange Tirk leaps forward with a mighty slash from his formerly concealed sword, but SteveT punches it out of his hand. Excalibur meanwhile leaps onto SteveT's back to restrain him, and is summarily thrown over the armor's shoulder. CHUMP-anzee unleashes a mighty swing from his ball-and-chain tail and wraps it around SteveT's leg. He succeeds in tripping the suit of armor. Tirk and Excalibur leap onto Steve and pin him down while Elemental struggles with the table. All the other Festivity Attenders pile on him as well.

Wizzrobe: Hold him still!

Tirk: Woe unto ye should thou faileth to subdue this beast with the utmost of speed, magician!

Excalibur: VERILY! No time to waste!

SteveT: Nah, take your time. It's no big deal.

Narrator: SteveT struggles, but Elemental finally arrives to help, and even his unnatural strength is not enough to save him.

Wizzrobe: *shoots a beam of magic*

SteveT: *just before the magic hits* I have been assaulted and betrayed by my former allies! I hereby swear revenge upon the Festivity Attenders and any organization that even remotely reminds me of them, regardless of whether or not the resemblence is actually there, because the Festivity Attenders were an original creation unlike any pre-existing groups of characters!

Narrator: But the magic beam hits him, and SteveT's body goes limp. The Festivity Attenders apologize for the commotion and drag their former ally out of the castle.


Old Material:

3.

~One Month Later, in 16th Century Scottland~

Narrator: Once again, Wizzrobe stands before a lifeless suit of armor that looks a lot like SteveT.

CHUMP-anzee: So should we call it SteveT?

Elemental: I'd rather forget SteveT. He's a bit of a jerk.

CHUMP-anzee: Well, that's just because he didn't have a heart.

Elemental: Still, he's the opposite of SteveT. We'll call him.....TeevC!

Wizzrobe: I just hope I have enough magic left to get this armor animated.

Mimic MacShifter: Yeah, deactivating SteveT must've taken a lot out of you. Holding him still certainly wore the rest of us down.

CHUMP-anzee: Yeah, well, can you really blame him? I mean, I sure wouldn't want to be replaced.

Elemental: Indeed. I just hope this clockwork heart works.

Wizzrobe: It should, as long as you keep him standing up. If he lays down, the pendulum won't power the heart and--

TeevC *suddenly sits up*: HEY GUYS! I see all my best friends came to watch me be animated!

Wizzrobe: Dear Deities, what have I done?

*The Festivity Attenders are a fully original group not in any way related to or model after the Party Goers, with the exception of Wrange Tirk.

Narrator: Miles away in the plains, a lone warrior faces a dragon. He wears a black cloak over a makeshift suit of armor, put together from pieces of the armor of those he has defeated in battle, along with a belt woven from the hair of the beards of his enemies. His heavy tattoos and shaggy black hair and beard have nothing to do with trying to look like a villain of the time. I swear. Neither do the eye-patch and very distinctive scar on his face that he totally got in battle.

Hrunting: Dragon, I shall slay ye soon enough! *Brandishes sword*

Narrator: His name was lost years ago, and his identity became dominated from the curse of the sword he now holds. It was one of the blades wielded by Beowulf long ago, thought to have been lost.

Dragon: *spits fire* GROWR!

Narrator: Hrunting dodges the flame and jumps at the dragon, but the beast remains just out of range. The dragon swings its mighty tail at the warrior. Hrunting grabs hold of the tail with a mighty fist and mightly swings himself onto the dragon's back. He swings his mighty sword at a wing, but the dragon's mighty maw catches the blade and tosses Hrunting to the ground. Before Hrunting can recover, the dragon aims a fireball at his head.

Hrunting rolls and swings the sword, sending the spitting ball of flame back at its source. The dragon is hit, but does not waver. Instead, it flies away.

Hrunting: I'll get you, dragon! One of these days!

Sir Prophesy: *appears* Bad show, my good man. That dragon should have been easy.

Hrunting: He took me by surprise and you know it.

Sir Prophesy: Indeed I do. I also see that you could use an assistant.

Hrunting: Thanks, but I know quite well that you are a spy for the accursed Festivity Attenders who never cordially invite me to anything.

Sir Prophesy: Nor commonly. Nay, I am no minion. However, I will say this: the Festivity Attenders have a new member, and I think he would fit your needs nicely.

Hrunting: *Stroking mustache* Do tell.

Sir Prophesy: An animated suit of armor by the name of TeevC

Hrunting: An odd name and an odd creature. Is that even possible?

Sir Prophesy: Quite, I assure you. Now, if you'll excuse me. *Vanishes*

Hrunting: Intriguing. And...what a coincidence. My birthday is this week....

Narrator: At a pub known as The Levitating Simian*, home-base of the Festivity Attenders, Elemental is shocked to find a scroll in the mailbox

Elemental: Shocked am I! What is this parchment in my mailbox?

Wizzrobe: Mail, I imagine. It's really not that unusual.

Excalibur: Do not mock our leaders surprise! We never get mail.

Wrange Tirk: Verily

Elemental: *opens scroll* It says we're all invited to Hrunting's birthday festivity...

Dinosaur Type Fellow: YEAH!

Elemental: I suppose we should...get ready to go?

Narrator: Just then, a strange figure enters. He is wearing a simple brown robe with a large bone tucked into his belt.

Elemental: Eh? Who are you?

Man-in-Robe: I am Louis of the Tubes. Got any grog?

Elemental: Yeah, this is a pub....Is that a horse femur?

Louis of the Tubes: Maybe

Narrator: Louis sits down at the bar and starts consuming alcohol.

Louis of the Tubes *thoroughly drunk*: By the way, I'm broke.

CHUMP-anzee: Figures. Next time mention that before we give you the drinks.

Louis: But then you won't give me anything

CHUMP-anzee: Exactly

Elemental: No seriously, is that a horse femur?

Wizzrobe: Well, the only option is to make this guy our indentured servant until he pays off the cost of all the ale he just drank.

Elemental: We can't just give hobos jobs like that

Louis: No, I'll work for ale. 'scool
CHUMP-anzee: All right, I'll pour him another glass

Louis *More thoroughly drunk*: They're all lies, I tell you!

Elemental: You mean about the horse femur?

Louis: No, about the broom

Elemental: Explain. Please

Louis: I used to be a monk! But this guy....this guy started a rumor that I married a broom. It was a lie! Well, monks aren't allowed to get married, so I got kicked out of the monastery! Now I'm a friar!

Wizzrobe: Hobo

Louis: Friar! My only companions are my sword and the talking fungi that live in my shoes!

Elemental: I fear this guy may be crazy

Narrator: There is a series of clanks, and TeevC emerges from the stairs

TeevC: Hey guys! It's great to see you all again. I missed you so much.

Wrange Tirk: Egads! The demon awaketh!

CHUMP-anzee: I think we found our present for Hrunting

Elemental: Yeah, that was the plan all along.

TeevC: Oh, you guys...Come on! Group hug!

Wizzrobe *muttering*: Curse you, Hrunting for not having that festivity today


*Shut up, it was intentional

~In a pub known as the Knifechap, official headquarters of the illustrious Festivity Attenders~

Wizzrobe: Are we all ready to go?

TeevC: I love festivities! YAY!!!

Elemental: Yeah, I think we are.

Louis: There better be food at this thing.

TeevC: Who needs food? We have each other!

Louis: Am I the only one who thinks this guy's craz—what's that Glort? No, the sword couldn't cut him.

TeevC: You make such funny jokes, Louis!

Excalibur: Yeah, shut up. Let's go.

~In Hrunting's Lair~

Narrator: Hrunting stands over a cooking fire, awaiting the completion of his batch of miniscule hot dogs. Beside him is a woolen sack full of tiny pieces of bread.

Sir Prophesy: *appears* I see you're going through with this plan.

Hrunting: Yes. That iron monster will be mine!

Sir Prophesy: Well, don’t be too offended if the Festivity Attenders don't seem upset.

Hrunting: I didn't expect them too. *poses* They'll be so taken by surprise by my cunning plan that they won't know HOW to feel!

Sir Prophesy: Yes, yes...

Narrator: There is a knock on the door of Hrunting's cave. (He had the door installed for the occasion.)

Hrunting: OH GOOD HEAVENS! THE GUESTS HAVE ARRIVED!

Narrator: Flustered, because this is his first festivity in years, Hrunting answers the door.

Hrunting: Good evening.

Elemental: Hey. Where should we put the birthday presents?

Hrunting: Presents? For me? Oh, you guys...The corner's fine.

Wizzrobe: Ok, guys, bring him in

The Rest: *Carry TeevC inside and place him in the corner, wrapped in a ridiculously large bow*

Elemental *aside, to Wizzrobe*: Subtle.

TeevC: It's like you're all hugging me at once! And I love this new shirt!

Hrunting: Well, now that you're all here, I suppose it's time to bob for apples. *Steps up to a barrel, dramatically* I'll go first. Oh? What's this in my apple-barrel?

Narrator: *Hrunting reaches into the barrel and pulls out....A NET! Before the Festivity Attenders can react, Hrunting heaves the net at TeevC. It lands directly on the armor, and the Festivity Attenders scatter.

Excalibur: ~ahem~ On noes....they killed...erm...I mean caught, sorry...TeevC

Louis of the Tubes: Indeed all...umm..hope!...is lost

Ruby Red: I hate you guys

Elemental: Our only choice is to retreat

Wizzrobe: Seriously guys, the lines weren't very hard to memorize

Elemental: SUBTLE!

TeevC: My first fight scene! It's great to be included!

Next time, the conclusion

~Still at Hrunting's Lair~

Hrunting: Ha! You, TeevC are now my minion!

TeevC: You mean you're new super-best friend!

Hrunting: No. Minion.

TeevC: But there's no one else in the room. That makes you my super-best friend!

Hrunting: I thought you were a murderous, heartless suit of armor.

TeevC: I love everyone! Can I unwrap myself? I love presents!

Hrunting: Yeah, sure. When you're done with that, go to sleep.

TeevC: But I don't sleep.

Hrunting: Yes you do. You especially like doing it outside.

TeevC: You're such a great friend, I'll do that for you. See you in the morning!

Narrator: TeevC steps outside and lays down atop a snowy hill. Mimicking the behavior of the humans, he rolls onto his side and begins to make snoring noises. His heart slows down, and the spell of animation is temporarily broken. After some time, he is jerked awake by the sounds of footsteps.

TeevC: Who's there?

Voice: You are.

TeevC: Well, obviously...

Voice: No! I am what you should have been! IMPOSTER!

Narrator: A figure emerges from the dusky, and it is none other than SteveT.

TeevC: I don't make friends with dead prototypes!

SteveT: They only thought they killed me.

TeevC: G—Go! Go away! You're scary!

SteveT: Now it's your turn to be replaced. I will sneak back into the Metallic Blimp disguised as you, and slaughter the Festivity Attenders in their sleep.

TeevC: But...what about me?

SteveT: There's only one way too be sure...

Narrator: SteveT tackles TeevC in a furious assault. TeevC fights back as well as he is able, but that isn't particularly well. Both bodies become heavily dented, and SteveT finally succeeds in punching a hole through TeevC's chest.

SteveT: Tick tock, tick tock, say good-bye to the precious clock

TeevC: That's easily the lamest thing I've heard someone say during a murder.

SteveT: Shut up, I'm new at villainy.

TeevC: Hey! Give me my heart back! That isn't yours!

SteveT: Shut up. You're dead now.

TeevC: Oh...*dies*

SteveT: Finally, I return.

Narrator: From atop the hill, a single heap of armor stands up. He pats his dented frame and looks around for pieces of himself that had fallen onto the ground. He then hobbles toward the cave.

Hrunting: *Shows up* TeevC! I told you to go to sleep.

Armor: Entirely possible.

Hrunting: Wait, what? Don't you usually reaffirm our friendship every time you open your mouth.

SteveT: You've got the wrong guy. Call me SteveT from now on.

Hrunting: What happened to you?

SteveT: Bit of a fight. Call it an internal conflict. Know a blacksmith?

Hrunting: Yes, actually. That hole in your chest looks like it could use some work.

SteveT: *looks at the hole* Indeed. I fear this, however, will not be salvageable.

Narrator: SteveT drops a handful of crushed red metal on the ground. All of TeevC's heart that remains recognizable is the protruding arm of a pendulum and the vaguely heart-shaped frame.

Hrunting: And here I was thinking they lied about the heartless thing...

SteveT: You look like a villain. Need a minion until I learn how to function as a main nemesis for the Festivity Attenders?

Hrunting: That's why I captured you, isn't it?

Narrator: And so SteveT returned, seeking revenge upon the Festivity Attenders for trying to turn him into an obnoxious hippy. He teamed up with Hrunting, and together they endeavored to hinder the Festivity Attenders' every ambition. The TeevC personality, however, never returned, and the mechanical heart was never repaired.

TEH COMPLETION

In a single doc, easier on the eyes