The Sim-clock says 3pm, we’ve still got 9 hours left of Day 1.
Remember when this guy bought an ice cream cone from the dingdong cart in front of his house and then took a cab half way across the town to eat it at a public picnic bench by a roach coach? Good times.
The living room is maintaining a status quo of watching television, instigating conversation with or near Sara, and ignoring Mike as he ignores right back.
Matt has finished his cone and is on the move.
I don’t know if this is art imitating life or vice versa. It’s what I would do, though, I am sure of that. Incidentally, this game, which appears to be a crummy knock-off of Tempest, cost him 5 bucks a play. Inflation is a bitch.
Video games improve a Sim’s Vector Stencil of 80′s Thomas Dolby stat.
Turn our backs for just a moment and Mike tries getting along with people. Goodness.
And thus by observing, do we change the results. Mike is Schroedinger’s Asshole.
They’re all a bunch of jerks when being watched, actually. Just a bunch of teevee watching and bullshitting in the kitchen for quite a while, while Matt kept shoving fivers into the arcade machine.
Here’s a shot of Morgan’s face. Just because.
A psychological component of ‘evil’ in this game, is complete sociopathia.
Sara responds employing etiquitte protocols handed down in our species for generations. This improves her Vector Stencil of 80′s Billy Idol stat.
Sara is quite surprised. I am, too- I didn’t expect violence to go down so quickly, especially without my involvement.
N… no. No thank you.
Oh, no. Pillow fighting. If anything from The Sims 2 could give a veteran Sims player PTSD flashbacks, it’s an undirected household doing little else but pillowfighting and sleeping.
Some more Morgan face. No reason needed.
Mike has been desperately shoo’ing Sarah, who appears to be dicking around on her mobile phone. They are totally going to be the best friends.
Dusk settles in, and Mike is the first to take a whack at cooking. Nothing gets a person in the mood for some serious, professional-quality cooking like a thousand-yard stare at the prep surface.
Incidentally, it’s 7pm, and Matt is still at the arcade, as indicated by periodic debits of 5 dollars from the family funds.
I adore how, in the Sim world, cheap-assed box mac and cheese is prepared by taking a knife to a wheel of cheddar and then the elbow pasta just comes flying out.
Just what is that bowl of green and yellow shit supposed to be, anyway?
This is Ryan, demanding that he get some divine assistance finding a path to the toilet he’s right in front of.
Sorry buddy. If the wolves get you, they can have you.
Not only did Mike succeed at cooking, she also apparently made a family batch. DOES SHE HAVE EMPATHY OR NOT?
Somebody went outside?
Sara, apparently. What’s she up to?
Looks like a stray cat doing what stray cats do… hanging out in the open, in a rain puddle, during a rain storm.
She is so totally going to kick it.
What the hell sense is this supposed to make? Is the cat *really* thinking about a classical music conductor? Is this a tortured reference to Tom & Jerry and the ‘Bohemian Rhapsody no.2′ episode?
Sara is not going to kick the cat, and is instead, going to give it a treat.
If you could hear the godawful cat noises this thing was making, you’d wish she kicked it.
They are making friends. Everybody makes friends in the rain today.
Dinner is always magical, with Ryan around!
Everyone else is eating, Sara is out brushing a shallow, materialistic cat in the rain.
Sara finally decides its time to hit the chow line, and now Morgan is running outside.
I’m not sure what the cat’s up to.
The cat is leaving.
Morgan ran outside to stomp around in a puddle, for fun. I am suddenly feeling like I may have poor priorities in life.
As far as autonomy goes, we’re off to a pretty solid start. Ryan cleaned up all the empty bowls others left, and Morgan came in from puddle-bombing to put away the leftovers. Part of the fun of letting Sims ruin their own lives is watching how absolutely foul they can dirty up a residence- it looks like we’ll be denied that.
Matt status: rather than piss himself at the arcade cabinet, he finds a public restroom.
While it is notable that Sara is also cleaning up after herself, the most concerning detail is that Terrence is annoyed that Sara is blocking his path… because he wants to look out that window. When not watching television or trying to talk to Sara, Terrence spends most of his time going window to window, just gazing out. We should probably get him a telescope.
Okay what the hell’s going on here?!
Ryan is coughing a lot, and Morgan looks irritated…
“No more of that purple fart cloud shit or so help me!”
Now, Ryan is apparently cold. I was totally going to guess that was happening next.
They have a good chuckle! Because it totally seemed like they were buddying around!
Ok forget it. I have no idea what the hell happened or why anything about anyone whatever.
Everyone’s queueing up for bedtime. Even Matt is getting a cab to head home.
There is a slight logistic problem, if you will.
This is the master bedroom. One double bed.
This is the second and only other bedroom, with a single twin.
There are going to be problems.
Ryan beats Morgan to the single twin.
The other three are stopped for a moment, because I think every one of them was gunning for that bed before Ryan snaked it.
Heh. Snake. Because… forget it.
Ryan gives no fucks as the remainder of the household wheels about him in indecision and despair.
Morgan is the first to pull his head out of his ass, and head to the doublebed and sweet barefoot Jesus in a valley of broken glass the boy is ripped!
Mike and Terrence also redirect to the master bedroom…
Mike doesn’t want to get in bed with him.
I don’t know which I’m laughing about more… that Terrence gives no fuck and is happy to leap into bed with Morgan… or that he loses his hair in his pajamas.
I love really bad outfit randomization.
Matt’s back, and for both lacking a place to sleep, they do the next most rational thing, and have a conversation in a room where someone’s trying to get rest.
Mike crashes out on the couch.
Midnight finally hits. Our two bedless Sims will have to keep themselves preoccupied until something they can sleep in, frees up.
Sara takes a bath.
And Matt resorts to watching videos on his phone on the front porch, probably for lack of anywhere inside the house to do so out of deferrence to sleeping Sims. What a good guy.
The university promo bucket still sits out there, unappreciated, unutilized, and pointless anyhow because the household can’t afford to put anyone through higher education. Much like the house I grew up in.