Steampunk Pets
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This is an exclusive holders-only drop with a limited supply of 289 NFTs.
Each NFT is AI-generated, depicting a Steampunk-inspired ideal pet for Steampunk Hobos. Since every piece is 1/1, rarity is determined purely by body color/type and cuteness. Each one is unique, and its rarity is truly in the eye of the beholder. 🧡
This is a pure art collection with no utility beyond the art itself.
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Blue
Bunny
Goblin
Gold
Radioactive
Rainbow
Yellow
Regular
A few special owners are also part of the collection. Dive into our little story to learn more about these pets and owners! - The Story
It was a fine morning in the Toxic Home yard. The air was rich with the smell of leftovers from last night’s Employee of the Month party at the power plant—a scent that, to the Hobos, was as good as fresh coffee.
With that kind of luck, there was only one thing to do—start the party early. It was Saturday anyway, so why not? Bottle after bottle, time flew by, and soon, the Hobos were completely wasted.
Now, if there’s one thing about Hobos, it’s that they never just sit around. Even while drunk, they always find something to do. This time, someone had the brilliant idea to drag a barrel of toxic waste closer to the water hole, thinking it would make the water glow and set the mood for a pool party.
Bad idea.
After wobbling their way across the yard with the barrel, something went wrong—BOOM! The thing exploded.
The blast burned a perfectly good pair of slippers, but the Hobos? Completely fine, just a little shaken. As the smoke cleared, something crazy happened—a portal opened up right next to the water hole.
At first, they were freaked out. The thing was swirling with fire and had this weird toxic glow to it. It looked alive, like it had crawled right out of the barrel itself.
But Hobos are Hobos. After staring at it for a bit, taking a few more drinks, and chewing on some leftovers, their fear turned into curiosity.
And then, someone jumped in.
Turns out, it wasn’t some weird black hole or time-traveling nightmare—it was just a door to somewhere else. On the other side, they landed on soft green grass, the kind you’d see on a soccer field. The air was fresh, the place was quiet, and everything looked… different.
Then came the flies.
Or at least, what looked like flies. But when they got closer, the Hobos realized they were actually tiny drones, buzzing around like annoying little robots. All the insects in this place had something strange about them—regular bugs, but with bits of metal shining on their bodies.
It was weird, but at the same time, something about this place felt familiar. Like they had been here before. Like it was… home.
And if it feels like home, what do you do? You party.
Not far from where they landed, they spotted a house. Or at least, something kind of like a house. It looked like it had grown out of a tree, into a tree, and under a tree—all at the same time. Hard to explain, but it was right where their usual cardboard shelter would be back home.
Even the rest of the place looked familiar. The power plant furnace was there. The garbage bins were there. Even some hanging clothes in the yard.
Inside, they found food and drinks. Jackpot. The party kicked off again, with one of the Hobos pulling out a banjo. As soon as the music started, strange little creatures began to show up. They were small, kind of cute, but also part machine.
Not that the Hobos cared. By this point, they were so drunk they weren’t scared of anything.
After a while, the food started running low, so some of them wandered into the backyard, hoping to find a dumpster or an abandoned restaurant. But what they found was even crazier—a full garden of vegetables. And they looked just like the ones from home.
As they grabbed a few and started eating, the little creatures followed them, watching their every move. They seemed curious, almost too curious.
Eventually, the Hobos crashed, dead drunk from all the drinking and eating. And that’s when the creatures made their move.
Little syringes popped out from their bodies, poking each Hobo, taking… something.
By the time morning rolled around, the Hobos woke up with pounding headaches and no memory of what had happened. But one thing was clear—they needed to get back home.
The portal was smaller than before, but still big enough to jump through. One by one, they leaped back, racing against time as it shrank more and more with every jump.
But just before it closed completely, something else jumped in after them.
The creatures.
So, you’re probably wondering—why did those little creatures poke the Hobos that night?
Well, here’s the thing—they all looked the same. They blended so well into their environment that telling one from another was almost impossible. Think of them like steampunk chameleons, but with a twist—they didn’t just change color, they could change shape too.
Probing whatever they touched helped them adapt. And once they got a sample of the Hobos, things got wild.
Most of them started changing their colors to match the Hobos they had poked. Some turned yellow, some blue, some even got a radioactive glow. A few lucky ones found a gold tooth lying around and decided, why not?—adding shiny gold details to their new look. It was like watching a living, glowing light show as they transformed.
But while all this was happening, the portal was getting smaller.
By morning, it wasn’t swirling outside the barrel anymore. It had shrunk down to the size of the barrel’s opening, but somehow, it was still big enough for a full-grown Hobo to squeeze through.
Meanwhile, back in their homes, the Hobos were laughing, drinking, and telling stories about their insane adventure. They thought it was all over. Just a weird night, a crazy story to tell, and that was it.
Then… something stepped out of the barrel.
At first, they thought it was more of those little creatures coming through. But no—these ones were different.
They looked human. Well, almost human. Their bodies were metallic, steampunk-looking, but something about them felt… familiar. They didn’t wander around confused like lost travelers. No, these things knew exactly where they were going.
And then it hit them.
Some of these weren’t strangers. Looking closer, the Hobos could spot bits and pieces of their own friends still left in these new metallic bodies.
See, in that other universe, you could “upgrade” your body for free at every street corner. And a few Hobos—the ones who got too drunk, too curious, or just too wild—decided to go all in on the upgrades.
Now, they were back home, looking like walking steampunk cyborgs.
And the little creatures? They had no doubts about who their owners were. They clung to their newly upgraded Hobo friends like lost puppies, excited to be back with the ones who had first accepted them.
So, what now?
The Hobos didn’t hesitate. They knew what it felt like to be lost, different, and looking for a place to belong. If there was one thing they understood, it was acceptance.
And just like that, the community grew. Now, it wasn’t just the Hobos and the Hobo Ladies—they had new steampunk cyborg friends and their strange little AI-powered pets.
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A few of them decided to head out before the alley creatures got to the scraps first. And what a lucky day it was! Not only did they find plenty of food, but right next to it—two whole boxes of liquor. It was like the universe had handed them a gift.
And that’s how the Steampunk Hobos came back from their wildest adventure with new little companions from another world.
