Hi everyone!

It's been brought to my attention that many of you do not know who Steve Monroe is, the same Steve Monroe mentioned in Update 1, and why I'm in a never-ending battle to beat him in my Publishizer campaign. Where to begin? Like most stories, I will begin at the beginning.***

The feud between Monroe and I was forged in the fiery depths of volcanic magma, back when men used wooden clubs, and women...also used wooden clubs. Monroe and I were members of the same tribe, foraging for giraffe hooves. (Why our tribe was looking for giraffe hooves is a story for another update, as I want to keep this brief. Also, I'm not even 100% sure giraffes have hooves. But I digress.)

While we were out in the wild bad lands, looking for giraffe hooves, Monroe wanted to tell me a joke. I was like, "Cool, dude. Jokes are dope fresh." (that's how our tribe talked.)

But Monroe never told me a joke, never said anything after that. He left our tribe, taking all the giraffe hooves, and as we all know a hooverless tribe is a tribe left royally *BEEP*

So you see, Monroe-the-giraffe-hoof-stealing-non-joke-telling-mischief must pay for what he'd done. Together we can beat Steve Monroe.

#beatstevemonroe #giraffehooves

***This is a fictional story. Steve seems like a cool dude and you can check out his campaign here. Now let's beat him.***