đ Cold open: a hallway of bad ideas
The alarm hasnât started yet, but the posters are already judging you. Left wall: a cat with sunglasses. Right wall: a suspiciously motivational frog. Dead ahead: a glass case labeled âDO NOT STEAL THE MEME.â You tilt your head. The floor glows with trip lasers in pink, then purple, then a color your eyes invent on the spot. Obby: Steal the Meme is a Roblox-style theft adventure that turns parkour into a heist and the heist into a punchline. You come here to jump. You stay because the exit keeps moving and the loot keeps giggling.
đââď¸ Parkour that writes its own punchlines
Movement is the language, mischief is the accent. Jumps have an honest arc you can read at a glance, wall-hops snap if your timing is crisp, and slide-cancels shave off the exact inch that separates âlegendâ from ârewind.â Youâll thread lasers, hop over conveyor belts, bounce on emoji trampolines that squeak like rubber chickens, and coast along moving billboards that sell extremely unhelpful advice. Miss a jump and the respawn is instant, which is generous because you will absolutely misjudge a rotating toast platform once and then never again. Probably.
đľď¸ââď¸ Heist brain meets obby feet
Each stage is a mini theft with personality. The Archive vault loves codes hidden in posters; count sunglasses, match the number to a keypad, and pop the latch with a smug little beep. The Server Farm shivers with fans and cables; time your runs between cooling bursts, then zipline across a gap while clutching a glittering reaction image. The Museum of Questionable Art has pressure tiles that demand exactly your weightâso you swap to light shoes, tiptoe between lasers, and try not to laugh when a guard cardboard cutout spooks you into a perfect save.
𧰠Gadgets, goofs, and âthis might workâ
Tools are toys with a degree. A foam dart grappler snaps you to anchor points with a crisp pop; double-tap midair and youâll thread a gap your future self will call âcalculated.â The Meme Magnet yanks collectible stickers out of risky corners with a tiny âboing.â Holo-disguises let you pass cameras if you hold still and pretend to be a potted plant thatâs seen too much. Smoke confetti buys two seconds of nobody knows anythingâlong enough to slip a vent or press a switch that flips a room like a pancake. None of these are cheat buttons; theyâre invitations to improvise.
đ Levels with loud opinions
The Food Court caper is sugar high architecture: syrup slicks, boba spheres you can surf, and a fryer that inhales air like a dragon. The Rooftop Relay turns billboard scaffolds into a skyline rhythm game; drift the wind, hit the crane swing, land on a ventilation hood that sighs like it just clocked out. The Backrooms-ish Storage is beige, humming, and very rude, with moving shelves that act like puzzle companions only if you treat them gently. Every map teaches a trick and then dares you to use it while laughing. You will.
đĄ Puzzles that keep the jump fresh
Itâs not all legs. Some doors want a pattern made of emoji tiles tapped in a specific mood order. Some safes tell the truth in reflections; you tilt a vanity mirror and the wrong code becomes the right one. Color switches toggle platforms; route them to open a line for a teammate, or do it solo with timing that makes you whisper let me cook. Best of all are the âcarry the memeâ segments: pick up the loot and suddenly your jump is shorter, your slide is longer, and your brain claims it was prepared. It was not. You adapt. Itâs funny. Then itâs clean.
đŻ Chaos with friends, truce with a timer
Queue into public lobbies and the room becomes a sitcom. Someone sprints first and sets off every laser like a Christmas album. Someone else, cooler than weather, walks through untouched and presses the âcourtesy shortcutâ button. Temporary alliances happen naturally: you boost a buddy onto a ledge, they hold a door that wouldâve eaten your ankles, and both of you nod like professionals before racing each other to the extract. If you prefer solitude, the time trial mode lets you grudge-match your own ghost and refuse sleep until your split turns green.
đ¸ Risk, reward, and the ancient art of greed
Stealing a meme is points. Escaping with style multiplies those points. Optional objectives tempt you: grab three side collectibles for a bonus, carry two at once for a dare, do the âno sprintâ run for bragging rights the scoreboard records in a tiny crown. Fail an extract and you drop the loot but not your dignityâunless you emote midair and miss a platform in front of witnesses. Then you become lore. The economy feeds cosmetics, and cosmetics feed swagger, and swagger feeds success in a way no spreadsheet can prove.
đ Drip that doubles as a game plan
Outfits donât add stats, but they alter how you play. Sneakers with shimmering trails make you take braver lines because your replays look like neon graffiti. A cardboard-box disguise turns standing still into comedy art. Emotes communicate without chat: a single shrug means âmy bad,â a finger gun means âswitch now,â a tiny violin means âI saw that fall, and I respect it.â Helmets, capes, plush backpacksâpure vibe. Vibe is speed adjacent. Science is⌠optimistic.
đ§ Micro-skills that make you look brilliant
Aim your camera where your feet go next; the body follows the eyes. On moving belts, jump early and land late; the belt pays distance if you let it. Feather the stick during wall-runsâtoo hard and you skid, too soft and you kiss paint. When carrying loot, think triangles: two short moves and one long beat the straight line youâre sure about. Cross laser grids diagonally to shorten exposure. And if a platform tilts under weight, stand near the hinge; the far end does the clowning so you donât have to.
đ Sound cues that coach without nagging
Lasers hum at a pitch that rises before a sweep, fans whoosh in loops that make your legs time themselves, and the success chime after a clean extract lands exactly on the frame your brain files as âtold you.â The best stunt is audible: a soft thwip for a grappler catch, a click for a perfect vault, a collective gasp from NPCs when you yank the meme out of its cozy glass bed. Keep audio on; it whispers angles your eyes canât.
đ¸ Replays, highlights, and tasteful slander
Every level gives you a quick clip of your best run. Swing the free camera, punch in on the rescue jump you absolutely planned, freeze on the frame where your teammate waved before bailing into a foam pit. Export, brag, deny, repeat. The game even adds captions like âclean exitâ or âtoo spicyâ based on how many alarms you kissed. Itâs petty in all the healthy ways.
𧊠Modes for whatever flavor of goblin you are
Classic Heist is the vibe: sneak, solve, sprint. Endless Extract cycles short rooms and turns you into a metronome with legs. Duo Caper pairs you with a stranger who becomes a co-author of shenanigans within ninety seconds. Hard Mode flips a handful of rulesâcarry weight stacks, jumps shorten, lasers judgeâand then lets you keep the sunglasses anyway because fashion is a right.
đ ď¸ Accessibility without sandpaper
Toggle auto-grab for ledges, widen timing windows, or color-lock hazards for color-safe visibility. Haptic pips mark danger sweeps; subtle screen shake can be minimized for comfort. Difficulty bends, not your pride.
đ Why it sings on Kiz10
Click, load, laugh. No installs, no waiting, just crisp input and instant retries that turn âalmostâ into âagain.â Sessions fit a break or sprawl into âokay, last heistâ lies you tell at midnight. Share a link, race a friendâs ghost, compare drips, and invent a handshake nobody asked for but everyone copies.
đ One more meme, then weâre done (we are not)
You breathe out. Lasers exhale with you. Two hops, a wall-kiss, a perfect fling across a gap that previously had opinions, and your hands close on the glowing square of internet nonsense like itâs treasure from a kinder timeline. The exit opens, the floor misbehaves, the timer coughs, and you leave anywayâlaughing. Obby: Steal the Meme is parkour with a heist heartbeat: quick, silly, surprisingly smart, and stingy with boredom. Load it on Kiz10, write your own escape, and remember to wave at the camera. Itâs recording. It always is.
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