Steven Christopher McKnight
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Disillusioned twenty-something, future ghost of a drowned hobo, cryptid prowling abandoned operahouses, theatre scholar, prosewright, playwright, aiming to never work again.
Venmo me @MickTheKnight
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Thoughts On One Piece Season 2
Okay, guys, buckle up, because Steven is going to ramble. Less than three weeks ago, the second season of the One Piece Live Action adaptation dropped, and it absolutely, unironically, hardcore slapped like a Netflix series has never slapped before. I held off as long as I could to talk about it, and even so, as my goal is to get you to watch it, I will hold off on any major specifics as there will be spoilers, and I dare not spoil everything for my loyal readers. However, let me tell you, as a One Piece fan, this season blew the first season out of the water. As a storyteller, this season did so much justice to the greatest story ever told. This series is such a passion project, and we as a fandom are so blessed to have it.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 days ago in Geeks
XP, But Make It Real: My Strength Grind Begins
Runescape is a Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game with 29 levelable skills. Of those, obviously, you have your resource gathering skills such as Fishing and Mining. You also have your artisan skills such as Smithing, Fletching, and Crafting. You have weird miscellaneous skills like Dungeoneering, where you delve into the hidden passageways of Daemonheim, solve puzzles, and kill monsters, or Archeology, which I canceled my Runescape membership before this skill launched, so I don’t actually know what it entails. I assume writing a doctoral dissertation that no one will ever read about historic trade along the River Lum or whatever. In any case, leveling up these skills is simple. You complete a task, like catching a shrimp, smithing a dagger, or not crying during a meeting with your dissertation advisor—again, never played Archeology—and you receive a fixed amount of experience. You gain enough experience, you level up. With 84 experience, you go from Level 1 to Level 2, with a hundred and some odd experience, from Level 2 to Level 3, and so on. The higher your level, the more rewarding tasks you unlock, the more valuable resources you can gather, the more advanced gear you can create and wield.
By Steven Christopher McKnight9 days ago in Motivation
About Binding Prometheus. Top Story - January 2026.
I want to start actively advocating on behalf of my own work, and the most valuable part of my canon is, without a doubt, Binding Prometheus, the play I have been working on since 2019 and only finished in 2023 as part of my MA. The play itself is an amalgamation of a million different inspirations. On one end, it evokes the Ancient Greek myth-play, deriving its own title from the earliest extant work of Western drama we have, Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound. On the other end, it borrows significantly from the sci-fi bulwarks from over the years, namely Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and Karel Capek’s Rossum’s Universal Robots. The play could be an episode of Black Mirror, I fear. I don’t know. I’ve only ever seen one episode of Black Mirror.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Futurism
My Own Big Toe, Object Study
Object Study 1 I shudder to think of the fetishists watching in the bushes who see this and find themselves spellbound: a toe is a toe, and a big toe is simply the biggest of the toes on a given foot. At the topside, a thick toenail flattened after years of stubbing and dropping books and tools on it. It’s mangled, just a little bit, by a lifetime of ill-timed and ill-fated clippings. The right end of it juts out a little farther than the left, which is thicker, a little ingrown, bleeds whenever the nail-clippers come down on it without mercy and without finesse. Beyond that, a tuft of hair—Hobbit-hair, as mother called it growing up. It’s lighter than I imagined it to be, lighter, the shade of my beard after a summer in the brunt of sunlight, the shade of half-dried sand on the precipice between dry land and less dry sea, the shade of the hair on my grandmother’s head before it turned white with age and then to ash.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Writers
If 167 Million People Read This Article, Vocal Will Make Me a Millionaire
Allow me to explain: I like money. I like writing. I like making money from writing. My dream in life is to make so much money from one very meaningful work of fiction or theatre that I never have to work again, that royalties allow me to rent a modest apartment, and I can pursue my dreams of taking walks and making soups and collecting the things my little goblin-brain loves to collect. Unfortunately, I have realized that in today’s economy, it takes significantly more than one singular week-long burst of genius to get to this point, and as such, it is a marathon and not a sprint. Sad. I actually have to work to attain my dream.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Writers
The Black Mark of AI
Now that I’ve returned to this site to seek out riches and attention for my own nefarious purposes, and as I comment on other people’s work in hopes that my selfishly-intentioned kindness will feed back into me in due time, I keep seeing the AI-generated content label everywhere. I appreciate the warning, and I skip any story that may have it. I suppose that’s why it’s there, so that people whose tastes oppose AI integration into art and media can gently invest their time and attention elsewhere. But I think this is indicative of a greater blight, something which breeds animosity between myself and the robots which lazy content spewers outsource the emotional and physical labor of writing to.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Confessions
The Poetry Dimension. Top Story - December 2025.
I have been telling stories since I first learned to speak. I’ve been writing since I first had the motor control to grip a pencil in my little ravioli fist. One of my two Bachelors degrees is in Creative Writing, for goodness sake! I like to imagine, dear friends and enemies, that I have made somewhat of a life for myself out of the written word. But if this is the case, dear reader, then why does poetry confuse and upset me so damn much?
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Confessions
How Did It Come To This?
The bones of Saint Nicholas sit sopping wet somewhere in a chapel in Italy. You have no idea how this happened, and frankly, you don’t think any amount of money would be enough to get you to drink Saint Nick’s Bone Juice. You also have no idea how this happened, but as you sit in a primary school classroom in Oparany, someplace in Southern Bohemia, you hear the cacophonous tolling of a choir of handbells. You stare out the classroom door into the hallway just in time to watch a parade of preteen boys, faces caked in black makeup, horns sprouting from their scalps, meander past the classroom to the rooms where the younger students learn. Honzik peers into your classroom, calls out your name, comes sprinting up. He marks your forehead with the same black paint that’s on his face, says something to the tune of, “You’re one of us, now” in his thick Czech accent, and rejoins his hellspawn comrades as they terrorize the shitlings of their school.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 months ago in Humans
