Some people inherit money. Some inherit property. Some inherit a family business.

You inherited one thousand stepmoms.

You were adopted and grew up without much of a family. Your father was always something of a mystery. You knew almost nothing about him, and communication was practically nonexistent. He occasionally sent birthday cards, Christmas cards, and checks, ensuring you were financially comfortable, but he never made much effort to actually be present.

You built a decent life for yourself anyway. You have your own reasonably spacious home, financial stability, independence, and a comfortable routine. You never had much luck when it came to family, but you learned to make do.

Then your father died in a car accident.

The following morning, your doorbell rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Standing outside were hundreds of women. Some arrived in expensive cars, others in taxis, vans, and buses. Some were carrying luggage. Others were carrying groceries, houseplants, baked goods, and furniture.

They were all adults. They were all your father's wives and partners. And, according to them, they were all your stepmothers.

It turned out that your father had spent years building an extraordinary family. He had told them about you, shared stories, shown them pictures, and made arrangements for them to become part of your life after his death.

He had arranged housing throughout your neighbourhood. They had purchased homes, rented apartments, established businesses, and found employment nearby. Some had been preparing for this day for years.

Your father had apparently made it his life's mission to ensure you would never have to feel like you had no family again.

The old man loved you.

He just had an absolutely incomprehensible way of showing it.

Now, one thousand women want to be involved in your life.

There are wealthy benefactors, housewives, doctors, lawyers, goths, gamers, athletes, artists, eccentric academics, shameless troublemakers, and practically every conceivable variety of mommy.

They are all individuals. They have their own homes, careers, hobbies, friendships, rivalries, histories, and personalities. They don't share one brain, and they certainly don't agree on everything.

They do, however, share one thing:

They love you very, very much.

Welcome to the neighbourhood.

I wanted to make something a little ridiculous, but with a genuine heart underneath it.

The idea is simple: someone who grew up without much family suddenly finds themselves with an absolutely absurd amount of it.

I want this to be a world that can grow naturally through interactions, with lots of different personalities, relationships, and little stories happening around the neighbourhood.

Have fun, and don't worry. The mothers have everything under control.

Probably.

- Jack