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It feels like I have been sick for my entire life. In reality I just keep catching colds, but it's still no fun. But I have some pictures to share, so there's that!
Lyds is the most excited! Little! Zombie!
Meanwhile, Virginia lurks.
Baxter and Alexei are awkward.
Mollie is a card shark.
Oliver: What is that smell?
Danny: It's called Sex Panther, by Odion.
Creepy old townie checks out Apostrophe. Seriously, this dude is messed up. He calls my female sims out of nowhere, without ever having met them. What the hell, game.
Danny and Cyril decided they were tired of staying in a house full of people, since they never close their club ever, and jetted off to King Volcano to stay in a hotel full of people instead. Here's Danny failing to find common ground with Pettifoot, one of the locals.
And Cyril, doing slightly better with Pettifoot's brother Middleton.
Cyril is not impressed with the local cuisine. He fails to see how a flapjack is different from a pancake. (So do I, but that's not the point.)
King Volcano's other locals, Tuppence and Olly. Eventually I'll make more, but four was plenty for the time being, since they don't actually have to do anything and also I'm lazy.
I kind of love Pettifoot and Middleton. They always show up on lots together and proceed to Ventrilo-Fart the shit out of people in pairs. I felt a little bad for Danny, but then I remembered he always smells anyway since he has never been within three feet of a shower in his life.
Cyril, on the other hand, is a jackass and deserved it.
So, yeah. This guy? The masseur? His name is Dickson Fuchs. And this is why I am reluctant to change up the Maxis names.
You don't say.
Oh, karma.
King Volcano also has some ruins, because I guess I wanted to cram aspects of every vacation type into my one vacation neighborhood? Anyway I have backstory to justify it. Don't judge.
...Oh.
Olly is unimpressed.
Cyril tries to play it cool, but his inner child is enjoying the heck out of the roundabout.
...while Danny enjoys log-surfing.
Danny, god damn it.
Filled with rage at his refusal to use any of the three available showers, I left them in King Volcano and switched to my uni students.
Everyone fucking naps on this couch, I don't know why. They all have beds with higher comfort and energy ratings than this, but that doesn't stop them.
Ig decided to shave his head, but chickened out partway through. He's compensating by hiding behind even bigger glasses.
Bernice: Oh wow, is that sweater cashmere?
Ig: ohgodohgodhumancontact
Apostrophe fails at Magivestigium. This is a common enough occurrence that it no longer garners any attention.
Poor Sho. Apostrophe's neck is ~calling to her~
Meanwhile, Sho's youngest sibling Gemma is still a toddler.
Oh, Jack. If the zombie thinks your gas smells, you know it's gotta be bad.
Lydia: I could taste it.
After an incredibly rocky start, things are going really well for Clancy and theobject of his obsession love of his life.
Well enough that I sent them off to Greensward Grey's little wedding chapel, Church of No Return. It's part beachy, part kitsch, and entirely secular.
As you could probably guess, from the fact that the 'altar' is a bar.
Stella. No reason, really, I just like her face.
The day after his wedding is not the best one Clancy's ever had. Bees and skunks, oh joy.
He does this even more now that they're married.
I'm not sure if he's wishing he had a camera to take pictures as evidence for divorce proceedings, or warding them off. No, I kid. He actually doesn't give two shits that Sully occasionally likes to attach her face to Mollie's.
And Stella again, breaking the fourth wall.
Was snowed in today and will probably be that way tomorrow too. Not that I'm complaining, since it means I get to play around in sims and Frontierville rather than going to work.
Lyds is the most excited! Little! Zombie!
Meanwhile, Virginia lurks.
Baxter and Alexei are awkward.
Mollie is a card shark.
Oliver: What is that smell?
Danny: It's called Sex Panther, by Odion.
Creepy old townie checks out Apostrophe. Seriously, this dude is messed up. He calls my female sims out of nowhere, without ever having met them. What the hell, game.
Danny and Cyril decided they were tired of staying in a house full of people, since they never close their club ever, and jetted off to King Volcano to stay in a hotel full of people instead. Here's Danny failing to find common ground with Pettifoot, one of the locals.
And Cyril, doing slightly better with Pettifoot's brother Middleton.
Cyril is not impressed with the local cuisine. He fails to see how a flapjack is different from a pancake. (So do I, but that's not the point.)
King Volcano's other locals, Tuppence and Olly. Eventually I'll make more, but four was plenty for the time being, since they don't actually have to do anything and also I'm lazy.
I kind of love Pettifoot and Middleton. They always show up on lots together and proceed to Ventrilo-Fart the shit out of people in pairs. I felt a little bad for Danny, but then I remembered he always smells anyway since he has never been within three feet of a shower in his life.
Cyril, on the other hand, is a jackass and deserved it.
So, yeah. This guy? The masseur? His name is Dickson Fuchs. And this is why I am reluctant to change up the Maxis names.
You don't say.
Oh, karma.
King Volcano also has some ruins, because I guess I wanted to cram aspects of every vacation type into my one vacation neighborhood? Anyway I have backstory to justify it. Don't judge.
...Oh.
Olly is unimpressed.
Cyril tries to play it cool, but his inner child is enjoying the heck out of the roundabout.
...while Danny enjoys log-surfing.
Danny, god damn it.
Filled with rage at his refusal to use any of the three available showers, I left them in King Volcano and switched to my uni students.
Everyone fucking naps on this couch, I don't know why. They all have beds with higher comfort and energy ratings than this, but that doesn't stop them.
Ig decided to shave his head, but chickened out partway through. He's compensating by hiding behind even bigger glasses.
Bernice: Oh wow, is that sweater cashmere?
Ig: ohgodohgodhumancontact
Apostrophe fails at Magivestigium. This is a common enough occurrence that it no longer garners any attention.
Poor Sho. Apostrophe's neck is ~calling to her~
Meanwhile, Sho's youngest sibling Gemma is still a toddler.
Oh, Jack. If the zombie thinks your gas smells, you know it's gotta be bad.
Lydia: I could taste it.
After an incredibly rocky start, things are going really well for Clancy and the
Well enough that I sent them off to Greensward Grey's little wedding chapel, Church of No Return. It's part beachy, part kitsch, and entirely secular.
As you could probably guess, from the fact that the 'altar' is a bar.
Stella. No reason, really, I just like her face.
The day after his wedding is not the best one Clancy's ever had. Bees and skunks, oh joy.
He does this even more now that they're married.
I'm not sure if he's wishing he had a camera to take pictures as evidence for divorce proceedings, or warding them off. No, I kid. He actually doesn't give two shits that Sully occasionally likes to attach her face to Mollie's.
And Stella again, breaking the fourth wall.
Was snowed in today and will probably be that way tomorrow too. Not that I'm complaining, since it means I get to play around in sims and Frontierville rather than going to work.
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