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Back home again. Trip was lovely, there was much laughter and horror movies and sims and writing about demons. We even left the house a couple times, holy shit. That's like a huge victory for a couple of socially anxious homebodies like us. Anyway, now I'm home and spamming you with my game again. Fuck and yeah, am I right?
I also made some things but they're not ready to be shared yet. I would be making more things right the fuck now except that lately I've enjoyed playing so much that I haven't wanted to make anything but I keep finding things I need to make to ~complete my game~ but I can't stop playing long enough to do so. And so my project list keeps growing with no end in sight. Much like that sentence there.
Anyways. Pictures and suchlike. There's no particular order to these since I sort of jumped around a lot these last couple weeks.
Embry Brittle, sandwich-and-salad gourmet and the Grey's first vampire. She has far too many nice points for a vampire but likes to pull these faces anyway and I am just generally enchanted with her.
And now pictures that are not Embry. Except I lied and some of them totally are.
Sully meets her niece.
Anomalously, Virginia and Hamburgers's posh kitchen wedding. I really need to build some sort of lot for weddings, I just don't know quite what I want. The beachy-type location I had in Kingfisher Green doesn't really fit into Greensward Grey.
How dare you watch him clean the atomic pet food bowl, Clancy, you green asshole.
To go off on a tangent as I often do, here's a story about this pet bowl: Danny and Cyril kind of sucked at taking care of Apostrophe, aside from potty training her not to pee on herself and occasionally throwing her up in the air. So I put in a pet food bowl and uh. They just filled that up and she ate pet food for four days. The problem with that was that they don't have a bathtub, so they couldn't bathe her, and eating from the pet bowls causes toddlers' hygiene to plummet. So for the first four days of her life, Apostrophe probably thought she was a really smelly cat.
For all that she was an awkward-looking toddler, Apostrophe grew up pretty cute.
...I really should've done this sooner. Cyril's only been a warlock for about two days and already taken up Fairuza's mantle. (Which is made of bees.) He wasn't enough of an unholy terror for me without magical powers, now he's got the juju to make his enemies (and there are lots) suffer.
Apostrophe's bedroom. With an Apostrophe in it. Yes, she plays the triangle.
Fucking smustle parties.
As you can see, Danny is a loving, caring father who would never do anything to humiliate his child for no reason.
But it turned into bonding anyway.
Another anomaly: the kitchen of a boarding house. I randomly ran across the same lot I used for the boarding house in Kingfisher Green a couple weeks ago and have been making it over again. Some of it's the same. Some of it, like the kitchen, is totally different.
And more Embry. Told you I lied.
To give you an idea of my moronic sense of humor, Embry owns and runs (alone, so far) Greensward Grey's first takeout joint, Red Light. It's terribly funny to me to have a vampire obsess over making perfect sandwiches and salads. Anyway, I like this corner of it.
And then I discovered all I needed to do to make Embry forty times more endearing to me was stick a pair of huge glasses on her.
Things to know about Embry: she has ten neat points.
Things to know about this toilet: it has never been used.
When she's not obsessively cleaning things that have never had a chance to accumulate any filth, she's a moody little thing.
Her bedroom.
And kitchen. Things to know about Embry's apartment: the entire perimeter of the building is 8x8. There's four apartments. Most of the rooms are therefore about 2x4, if that.
Sully is terribly competitive in addition to stubbornly aromantic.
Also a showoff.
Francine wasn't terribly impressed by the big, scary, badass vampire act. Embry is still determined to get into her panties.
Virginia: *suddenly finds inspiration for her next Kirk/Spock fanfic.*
Embry: *is delighted by Corey-from-the-garden-club's leather-clad crotch.*
All right, it is now quarter after nine a.m. and I have been up since three-thirty yesterday afternoon so perhaps it is time to nap.
I also made some things but they're not ready to be shared yet. I would be making more things right the fuck now except that lately I've enjoyed playing so much that I haven't wanted to make anything but I keep finding things I need to make to ~complete my game~ but I can't stop playing long enough to do so. And so my project list keeps growing with no end in sight. Much like that sentence there.
Anyways. Pictures and suchlike. There's no particular order to these since I sort of jumped around a lot these last couple weeks.
Embry Brittle, sandwich-and-salad gourmet and the Grey's first vampire. She has far too many nice points for a vampire but likes to pull these faces anyway and I am just generally enchanted with her.
And now pictures that are not Embry. Except I lied and some of them totally are.
Sully meets her niece.
Anomalously, Virginia and Hamburgers's posh kitchen wedding. I really need to build some sort of lot for weddings, I just don't know quite what I want. The beachy-type location I had in Kingfisher Green doesn't really fit into Greensward Grey.
How dare you watch him clean the atomic pet food bowl, Clancy, you green asshole.
To go off on a tangent as I often do, here's a story about this pet bowl: Danny and Cyril kind of sucked at taking care of Apostrophe, aside from potty training her not to pee on herself and occasionally throwing her up in the air. So I put in a pet food bowl and uh. They just filled that up and she ate pet food for four days. The problem with that was that they don't have a bathtub, so they couldn't bathe her, and eating from the pet bowls causes toddlers' hygiene to plummet. So for the first four days of her life, Apostrophe probably thought she was a really smelly cat.
For all that she was an awkward-looking toddler, Apostrophe grew up pretty cute.
...I really should've done this sooner. Cyril's only been a warlock for about two days and already taken up Fairuza's mantle. (Which is made of bees.) He wasn't enough of an unholy terror for me without magical powers, now he's got the juju to make his enemies (and there are lots) suffer.
Apostrophe's bedroom. With an Apostrophe in it. Yes, she plays the triangle.
Fucking smustle parties.
As you can see, Danny is a loving, caring father who would never do anything to humiliate his child for no reason.
But it turned into bonding anyway.
Another anomaly: the kitchen of a boarding house. I randomly ran across the same lot I used for the boarding house in Kingfisher Green a couple weeks ago and have been making it over again. Some of it's the same. Some of it, like the kitchen, is totally different.
And more Embry. Told you I lied.
To give you an idea of my moronic sense of humor, Embry owns and runs (alone, so far) Greensward Grey's first takeout joint, Red Light. It's terribly funny to me to have a vampire obsess over making perfect sandwiches and salads. Anyway, I like this corner of it.
And then I discovered all I needed to do to make Embry forty times more endearing to me was stick a pair of huge glasses on her.
Things to know about Embry: she has ten neat points.
Things to know about this toilet: it has never been used.
When she's not obsessively cleaning things that have never had a chance to accumulate any filth, she's a moody little thing.
Her bedroom.
And kitchen. Things to know about Embry's apartment: the entire perimeter of the building is 8x8. There's four apartments. Most of the rooms are therefore about 2x4, if that.
Sully is terribly competitive in addition to stubbornly aromantic.
Also a showoff.
Francine wasn't terribly impressed by the big, scary, badass vampire act. Embry is still determined to get into her panties.
Virginia: *suddenly finds inspiration for her next Kirk/Spock fanfic.*
Embry: *is delighted by Corey-from-the-garden-club's leather-clad crotch.*
All right, it is now quarter after nine a.m. and I have been up since three-thirty yesterday afternoon so perhaps it is time to nap.