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Asylum challenge part 1
For no particular reason, I felt like doing an asylum challenge. I guess because I've never done one before and they always looked like fun when they popped up on my friends page, so!
So, much like the Fritter legacy, I was not terribly strict with the rules. Like, there's eight sims with various... problems, they're on a lot that is not really equipped to handle them all, and only one of them is controllable. But since the aesthetic aspect of the game is one of the most fun for me, I wasn't terribly attentive to requirements about beds or chairs. Just a heads up.
So, let's have a look at our asylum, yeah?
Tempus Fugit Facility For Mental Health, which is on the outskirts of the main part of town, near the drive-in. It is old and poorly-funded. In fact, you pretty much never see staff around. And it was built by me, so it's pretty functional but it's ugly as shit on the outside.
There's two bedrooms on this hallway, and four more upstairs. So there's six beds altogether, but whether or not that's an acceptable count probably doesn't matter in context since the inmates never fucking used them. At least not to sleep. Seriously. You'll see.
Around the corner is a piano.
And now for our inmates!
First we have Gustav Diddams. He's a mad scientist, though what specific strain of madness he has is up for debate. Mostly he's just really, really into zombies. Like, too into them. He's Popularity/Fortune.
Carmilla Coffinbury. She thinks she's a vampire. Actually, she's just a human that got a little too involved in the vampyre scene. If you mention to her that she's capable of walking around in broad daylight, she'll remind you disdainfully that Dracula could, too. Don't ask her if she sparkles. Romance/Family.
Mulciber Green. He was pretty much committed for being, well, green. He's able to prove pretty conclusively that he's an alien, but no one in authority is sure what to do with him, so off to a tiny, poorly-run asylum in the middle of nowhere he goes. Pleasure.
Thora Gardener. Seems pretty normal, but that's only until she decides she likes you. And then you can't get rid of her. Ever. She'll break into your bedroom and sit on the end of your bed and knit a scarf while she watches you sleep. And then leave the scarf on your pillow. She's Pleasure/Knowledge.
Archibald Birch. Socially anxious to the point of neurosis, the dramatic face paint is something he does to keep people from coming up and trying to talk to him. Family.
Cuthbert Pinhill. Likes to blow things up. Mailboxes, garages, people's pets. Pleasure/Family.
Florence Alweather. Addictive personality. Grilled cheese is her first and true love, but she can get attached to just about any object for which sims are notorious for becoming addicted. Darts, pianos, the exercise bike, etc. Fortune/Grilled Cheese.
And finally, our controllable, Oszanna Klint. Perfectionist and obsessed with knowing absolutely everything, Oz believes she was wrongfully committed. To prove that she is completely sane and capable of functioning in the real world, she has made it her quest to max all of her skills, come hell or high water. Once she does so she's pretty sure she'll be released. She's Knowledge/Pleasure.
So that's the lot. I randomized basically everything about them (personalities, aspirations, sexual orientations), stuck them in the asylum, and then sat back and watched them do things. Occasionally I told Oz to study something since she has to max her skills to end the challenge, but that was about it.
Mulciber: The food here sucks. I would give my left heart for a strawberry sundae right about now.
Arbitrary, contextless balloons: *are arbitrary and have no context*
Florence: Aww, you're so cute. I want to take you home to mama.
Mulciber: For delicious home cooking? I am amenable. *++ cuisine*
There are no explosives to be found on the asylum grounds, so Cuthbert has glued himself to the dartboard instead.
What the hell are you two gossiping about? You've been here for ten minutes, Oz hasn't had time to do anything embarrassing.
Mulciber discovers the quickest way to Carmilla's blackened, "undead" heart: playing vampire.
Carmilla doesn't do a whole lot, but I took a lot of pictures of her anyway. I like her face.
Carmilla: *stares fixedly at Mulciber's green, delicious neck*
Florence: *stares fixedly at Gustav*
Gustav: *is astounded by these shenanigans*
But then the look of animation on Florence's face faded and she went back to being a grilled cheese zombie.
Gustav: Cuthbert come onnnnn, it's time for myyyy turrrrrn
Archibald looks on, too shy to join the game of darts or do anything but stare blankly into space.
But then he somehow got up the courage to go flirt with Cuthbert! Go Archie!
Gustav: *gleefully bogarts the dartboard*
Carmilla: Ugh, you've never played before in your life, have you? You're terrible! I've heard waiters drop dishes that were more musical than you!
Florence: *is undisturbed*
Meanwhile, Carmilla has a fan club.
Mulciber: Boy, Florence's playing is terrible, but at least she's trying!
Cuthbert: I really admire her effort!
Thora: GOD DAMN THIS MUSIC SUCKS.
Cuthbert: So, don't spread this around or anything, but I may or may not have a rocket ship. In my pants.
Thora: No! Does it go to Mars?
Cuthbert: No, but if you wanna come up to my room and play doctor you can have a look at it.
Thora: If I could play doctor I'd write myself a clean bill of health and get the hell out of here, to be honest.
Florence: *continues undisturbed*
Carmilla: Why does everything suck here?!
You've been committed, not sent to the south of France on vacation. What did you fucking expect?
Carmilla: I deserve mad props for this awesome meal I prepared.
Except you didn't. Oz did. Because Oz is the only one who seems to remember that you mixed nuts require food.
Oszanna: So can you, like, turn into a bat and shit?
Carmilla: Sigh, that is such an ignorant question. No, Oz, bats just wish they were cool enough for us to turn into.
How dare you slander bats.
I gave them a TV. The entire asylum then spent three hours watching static. It was the creepiest fucking thing.
Archibald really kind of loathes the dartboard. Maybe because Cuthbert is constantly playing with it instead of being on him.
Speaking of being on each other.
Like assholes, the inmates decided to cluster in front of the stove and the microwave the counter so that no one could fucking cook anything.
While I was waiting for them to clear out, Oz got a small makeover.
And immediately went to see how Thora felt about it. (Spoiler: Thora loved it.)
Carmilla: This roll sucks. It'd be so much better if it was iced with blood.
This is, for context, the evening of the second full day. Florence got up long enough to pee and stick a roll in her face, then went right back to banging ineptly on the piano.
Then Mulciber and Cuthbert spent six hours playing rock paper scissors behind the asylum.
Gustav: Seriously, I mean, fuck safecracking.
Carmilla: IT'S STILL NOT ICED WITH BLOOD. GOD, DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE
Thora spends most of her time following Oz around and standing near her with that placid, dreamy look on her face.
Thora: You don't understand. We're gonna be so happy together. We're soulmates.
I'm not sure Oz is aware of that...
Thora: She will be. OwO
That's great but Carmilla isn't actually in the room anymore, Florence.
Thora: Oz is. OwO
Carmilla: Oh... hi, Thora... I didn't think anyone else was in here...
Thora: No big. Just examining the mirror and not you at all.
Thora: Just kidding. Totally you. OwO
But it seems turnabout is fair play since Oz then wandered in to stare at Thora while she showered.
Carmilla: Overcast is the only weather worth having.
Cuthbert: So while I cannot see the future, I can't help but feel pretty strongly that we're all gonna die here.
Thora: Tell me more! 8D
Thora is the grand rock paper scissors champion of the asylum so far. Gustav is a sore loser.
Thora: Fuck that noise, it's rock paper scissors, not rock paper scissors dynamite!
Gustav: So sorry, you've been blown to bits, your argument is invalid.
The inmates refuse to use the beds, but trip over each other to sleep in this lawn chair or on the sofa.
Cuthbert: Mm, now that stink has a fine, full-bodied bouquet.
Go take a shower.
Carmilla: *stares at Thora's exposed, vulnerable, unconscious throat*
Cuthbert: No, y'all, for real, I am an incredible kisser. I can do shit with my tongue you've never even imagined.
Archibald: *would really quite like to get in on that, actually*
Cuthbert: *is amenable*
Extremely amenable. This is actually the first time anyone's used a bed besides Oz, and Oz has only used one because I told her to. My sims universally seem to hate beds, unless they're having sex in them.
Oszanna: The stink of failure, it smells like burnt strawberry milkshake poptarts ;~;
It's ok, bb, you just need to get yourself some cooking points.
Oszanna: You're right! I can't let this get me down. Tomorrow will have another breakfast.
You're right. Hopefully one for which Thora will actually be awake.
And that's that! Hopefully the next installation more things will happen. I feel like I say 'bye' at the end of too many of my entries but I never know how else to end them so bye!
No wait. Have this adorable .gif of a bat playing with a mobile instead.
So, much like the Fritter legacy, I was not terribly strict with the rules. Like, there's eight sims with various... problems, they're on a lot that is not really equipped to handle them all, and only one of them is controllable. But since the aesthetic aspect of the game is one of the most fun for me, I wasn't terribly attentive to requirements about beds or chairs. Just a heads up.
So, let's have a look at our asylum, yeah?
Tempus Fugit Facility For Mental Health, which is on the outskirts of the main part of town, near the drive-in. It is old and poorly-funded. In fact, you pretty much never see staff around. And it was built by me, so it's pretty functional but it's ugly as shit on the outside.
There's two bedrooms on this hallway, and four more upstairs. So there's six beds altogether, but whether or not that's an acceptable count probably doesn't matter in context since the inmates never fucking used them. At least not to sleep. Seriously. You'll see.
Around the corner is a piano.
And now for our inmates!
First we have Gustav Diddams. He's a mad scientist, though what specific strain of madness he has is up for debate. Mostly he's just really, really into zombies. Like, too into them. He's Popularity/Fortune.
Carmilla Coffinbury. She thinks she's a vampire. Actually, she's just a human that got a little too involved in the vampyre scene. If you mention to her that she's capable of walking around in broad daylight, she'll remind you disdainfully that Dracula could, too. Don't ask her if she sparkles. Romance/Family.
Mulciber Green. He was pretty much committed for being, well, green. He's able to prove pretty conclusively that he's an alien, but no one in authority is sure what to do with him, so off to a tiny, poorly-run asylum in the middle of nowhere he goes. Pleasure.
Thora Gardener. Seems pretty normal, but that's only until she decides she likes you. And then you can't get rid of her. Ever. She'll break into your bedroom and sit on the end of your bed and knit a scarf while she watches you sleep. And then leave the scarf on your pillow. She's Pleasure/Knowledge.
Archibald Birch. Socially anxious to the point of neurosis, the dramatic face paint is something he does to keep people from coming up and trying to talk to him. Family.
Cuthbert Pinhill. Likes to blow things up. Mailboxes, garages, people's pets. Pleasure/Family.
Florence Alweather. Addictive personality. Grilled cheese is her first and true love, but she can get attached to just about any object for which sims are notorious for becoming addicted. Darts, pianos, the exercise bike, etc. Fortune/Grilled Cheese.
And finally, our controllable, Oszanna Klint. Perfectionist and obsessed with knowing absolutely everything, Oz believes she was wrongfully committed. To prove that she is completely sane and capable of functioning in the real world, she has made it her quest to max all of her skills, come hell or high water. Once she does so she's pretty sure she'll be released. She's Knowledge/Pleasure.
So that's the lot. I randomized basically everything about them (personalities, aspirations, sexual orientations), stuck them in the asylum, and then sat back and watched them do things. Occasionally I told Oz to study something since she has to max her skills to end the challenge, but that was about it.
Mulciber: The food here sucks. I would give my left heart for a strawberry sundae right about now.
Arbitrary, contextless balloons: *are arbitrary and have no context*
Florence: Aww, you're so cute. I want to take you home to mama.
Mulciber: For delicious home cooking? I am amenable. *++ cuisine*
There are no explosives to be found on the asylum grounds, so Cuthbert has glued himself to the dartboard instead.
What the hell are you two gossiping about? You've been here for ten minutes, Oz hasn't had time to do anything embarrassing.
Mulciber discovers the quickest way to Carmilla's blackened, "undead" heart: playing vampire.
Carmilla doesn't do a whole lot, but I took a lot of pictures of her anyway. I like her face.
Carmilla: *stares fixedly at Mulciber's green, delicious neck*
Florence: *stares fixedly at Gustav*
Gustav: *is astounded by these shenanigans*
But then the look of animation on Florence's face faded and she went back to being a grilled cheese zombie.
Gustav: Cuthbert come onnnnn, it's time for myyyy turrrrrn
Archibald looks on, too shy to join the game of darts or do anything but stare blankly into space.
But then he somehow got up the courage to go flirt with Cuthbert! Go Archie!
Gustav: *gleefully bogarts the dartboard*
Carmilla: Ugh, you've never played before in your life, have you? You're terrible! I've heard waiters drop dishes that were more musical than you!
Florence: *is undisturbed*
Meanwhile, Carmilla has a fan club.
Mulciber: Boy, Florence's playing is terrible, but at least she's trying!
Cuthbert: I really admire her effort!
Thora: GOD DAMN THIS MUSIC SUCKS.
Cuthbert: So, don't spread this around or anything, but I may or may not have a rocket ship. In my pants.
Thora: No! Does it go to Mars?
Cuthbert: No, but if you wanna come up to my room and play doctor you can have a look at it.
Thora: If I could play doctor I'd write myself a clean bill of health and get the hell out of here, to be honest.
Florence: *continues undisturbed*
Carmilla: Why does everything suck here?!
You've been committed, not sent to the south of France on vacation. What did you fucking expect?
Carmilla: I deserve mad props for this awesome meal I prepared.
Except you didn't. Oz did. Because Oz is the only one who seems to remember that you mixed nuts require food.
Oszanna: So can you, like, turn into a bat and shit?
Carmilla: Sigh, that is such an ignorant question. No, Oz, bats just wish they were cool enough for us to turn into.
How dare you slander bats.
I gave them a TV. The entire asylum then spent three hours watching static. It was the creepiest fucking thing.
Archibald really kind of loathes the dartboard. Maybe because Cuthbert is constantly playing with it instead of being on him.
Speaking of being on each other.
Like assholes, the inmates decided to cluster in front of the stove and the microwave
While I was waiting for them to clear out, Oz got a small makeover.
And immediately went to see how Thora felt about it. (Spoiler: Thora loved it.)
Carmilla: This roll sucks. It'd be so much better if it was iced with blood.
This is, for context, the evening of the second full day. Florence got up long enough to pee and stick a roll in her face, then went right back to banging ineptly on the piano.
Then Mulciber and Cuthbert spent six hours playing rock paper scissors behind the asylum.
Gustav: Seriously, I mean, fuck safecracking.
Carmilla: IT'S STILL NOT ICED WITH BLOOD. GOD, DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE
Thora spends most of her time following Oz around and standing near her with that placid, dreamy look on her face.
Thora: You don't understand. We're gonna be so happy together. We're soulmates.
I'm not sure Oz is aware of that...
Thora: She will be. OwO
That's great but Carmilla isn't actually in the room anymore, Florence.
Thora: Oz is. OwO
Carmilla: Oh... hi, Thora... I didn't think anyone else was in here...
Thora: No big. Just examining the mirror and not you at all.
Thora: Just kidding. Totally you. OwO
But it seems turnabout is fair play since Oz then wandered in to stare at Thora while she showered.
Carmilla: Overcast is the only weather worth having.
Cuthbert: So while I cannot see the future, I can't help but feel pretty strongly that we're all gonna die here.
Thora: Tell me more! 8D
Thora is the grand rock paper scissors champion of the asylum so far. Gustav is a sore loser.
Thora: Fuck that noise, it's rock paper scissors, not rock paper scissors dynamite!
Gustav: So sorry, you've been blown to bits, your argument is invalid.
The inmates refuse to use the beds, but trip over each other to sleep in this lawn chair or on the sofa.
Cuthbert: Mm, now that stink has a fine, full-bodied bouquet.
Go take a shower.
Carmilla: *stares at Thora's exposed, vulnerable, unconscious throat*
Cuthbert: No, y'all, for real, I am an incredible kisser. I can do shit with my tongue you've never even imagined.
Archibald: *would really quite like to get in on that, actually*
Cuthbert: *is amenable*
Extremely amenable. This is actually the first time anyone's used a bed besides Oz, and Oz has only used one because I told her to. My sims universally seem to hate beds, unless they're having sex in them.
Oszanna: The stink of failure, it smells like burnt strawberry milkshake poptarts ;~;
It's ok, bb, you just need to get yourself some cooking points.
Oszanna: You're right! I can't let this get me down. Tomorrow will have another breakfast.
You're right. Hopefully one for which Thora will actually be awake.
And that's that! Hopefully the next installation more things will happen. I feel like I say 'bye' at the end of too many of my entries but I never know how else to end them so bye!
No wait. Have this adorable .gif of a bat playing with a mobile instead.
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I had more to say, but... *hypnotized by the adorable motherfuckin' bat*
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God, right? Isn't it too fucking precious? I get all squeakily happy looking at it.
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Flawless decorating as usual. :D I never not sound crazy when I compliment your decorating...
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I am so glad you are doing an asylum. It's my favorite challenge to read and you are one of my favorite picture takers, so I expect nothing short of awesome here. The crazies are all adorable, especially Thora and Florence and your pictures are amazing, as always. Can't wait to see what happens next.
OMG, a bat playing with a mobile! Could that be any cuter?
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