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People keep saying they enjoy seeing my game, so I keep spamming you with pictures. Er. Enjoy?
"We fuck, and you're trying to sell me a frozen dinner?"
"Hello, I'm Brody. It's nice to finally meet the girl my son is boning."
I would say "Run, ugly townie!" but you're already doomed. Have some bees.
Since Brody is getting on in years (by which I mean about to die), he is taking some time to teach Will about running the family business. Which happens to be a gas station/convenience mart. Some people are more understanding than others about Will's early mistakes.
No, Will, I don't know what the hell is going on here either.
Winston and Mina are born again in the Keensides' bathroom.
Alecto Scoffield is born after a pregnancy that went totally unnoticed, as I was busy reading about the Hellfire Torch and searching for a tutorial on rockabilly hair.
Campbell is most pleased to see his new daughter.
Selma doesn't have a clue, but she's happy anyway.
Oh Kipling, I know you like tits, but you could be subtle.
Stop looking so pleased, Mina, he's your son.
Will continues to express a general distaste for clothing.
Then Augustine's hair changed.
In the past she got ignored frequently in favor of Mac. Lately she's really grown on me.
Somehow these two became best friends, despite having almost nothing in common. As![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
petitchat put it, "Jord is like 'WE LIKE TO PAAAaaaaARTAY' and Augustine is like 'Yes, well, I think we do like to be festive!'"
Well, when Winston kicks it, we have newspaper thievery covered.
Silas wishes Jord would close the club occasionally. It's always open, even when the Keensides are asleep. They've made a few thousand dollars by doing nothing but letting strangers play with their pool table and occasionally putting out some mac and cheese.
Isaac peeking in the window there sort of creeps me out.
A little stray dog happened to wander by the club. He is tiny and has a curly tail and is named Killer. The combination of those traits made me send Jord to befriend him. Ultimately, she adopted him. He now spends his time harassing the clubgoers and tearing up the Castaways grass.
Fairuza went to complain about something, as is her wont. Jord took it in typical Jord fashion. They stood and poked each other for about a sim hour.
Fairuza took her complaining next to Silas, who bore it rather better than Jord, but really didn't care that much either.
As such? Tantrum time.
Randomly, some shots of a boarding house I've been working on:
Fairly bleak compared to what I usually do, but I'm very pleased with it. It's zoned as an apartment block, but the apartments themselves are just bedrooms, and everything else is common area. So far it runs very well.
TSA got sidetracked by making things, playing Sims, and playing Diablo II, which I have been in love with for six or seven years. I'll get to it, I promise.
"We fuck, and you're trying to sell me a frozen dinner?"
"Hello, I'm Brody. It's nice to finally meet the girl my son is boning."
I would say "Run, ugly townie!" but you're already doomed. Have some bees.
Since Brody is getting on in years (by which I mean about to die), he is taking some time to teach Will about running the family business. Which happens to be a gas station/convenience mart. Some people are more understanding than others about Will's early mistakes.
No, Will, I don't know what the hell is going on here either.
Winston and Mina are born again in the Keensides' bathroom.
Alecto Scoffield is born after a pregnancy that went totally unnoticed, as I was busy reading about the Hellfire Torch and searching for a tutorial on rockabilly hair.
Campbell is most pleased to see his new daughter.
Selma doesn't have a clue, but she's happy anyway.
Oh Kipling, I know you like tits, but you could be subtle.
Stop looking so pleased, Mina, he's your son.
Will continues to express a general distaste for clothing.
Then Augustine's hair changed.
In the past she got ignored frequently in favor of Mac. Lately she's really grown on me.
Somehow these two became best friends, despite having almost nothing in common. As
petitchat put it, "Jord is like 'WE LIKE TO PAAAaaaaARTAY' and Augustine is like 'Yes, well, I think we do like to be festive!'"Well, when Winston kicks it, we have newspaper thievery covered.
Silas wishes Jord would close the club occasionally. It's always open, even when the Keensides are asleep. They've made a few thousand dollars by doing nothing but letting strangers play with their pool table and occasionally putting out some mac and cheese.
Isaac peeking in the window there sort of creeps me out.
A little stray dog happened to wander by the club. He is tiny and has a curly tail and is named Killer. The combination of those traits made me send Jord to befriend him. Ultimately, she adopted him. He now spends his time harassing the clubgoers and tearing up the Castaways grass.
Fairuza went to complain about something, as is her wont. Jord took it in typical Jord fashion. They stood and poked each other for about a sim hour.
Fairuza took her complaining next to Silas, who bore it rather better than Jord, but really didn't care that much either.
As such? Tantrum time.
Randomly, some shots of a boarding house I've been working on:
Fairly bleak compared to what I usually do, but I'm very pleased with it. It's zoned as an apartment block, but the apartments themselves are just bedrooms, and everything else is common area. So far it runs very well.
TSA got sidetracked by making things, playing Sims, and playing Diablo II, which I have been in love with for six or seven years. I'll get to it, I promise.