Day 19
Today is a special day indeed. The Gamesforum family is moving.
Basically, the house just got too small.
Here's an overview of the property - I snagged it off the free in-game content browser.
This is the full view of the property at its base level
This is a closer-in view of the living area, the first floor of the house.
And, this is the second floor.
A few things I absolutely had to take with them using the 'inventory' option:
- The big satanic cat lawn ornament.
- Death Toilet.
- The lawn gnome.
- The telescope that got Rathen knocked up. I mean come on.
- Nobuu's "I'm sorry" flower because I know in real life she'd never forgive me if I forgot it or sold it off.
- The Jesus paintings above the doublebeds. Any faggots that fuck, must do so in the sight of the Lord.
Welcome home everybody!
Wait what
Otik instigated obviously, but then Rathen apologized to him. It would figure a pseudo-Nazi mother-figure would take a diplomatic approach with a hostile elf.
I don't know what the fuck I'm saying.
Death Toilet's new home is in the garage. For one, because it would actually LET me put it there, and for two, because it's kind of fucked up, being in the garage.
Speaking of shit, look at the paintjobs on these cars. Enjoy your new rides, homebags.
Oh, my. I wonder how this rather ominous looking corral just managed to appear in the front yard. Or to what purpose.
Ok, let's get the jerks moved in.
Both beds are under vigil of the Lord. Sodomites beware.
The confirmed homosexuals are FLAGRANT in the promotion of their family-destroying agenda!
Everyone's flipping out with happiness like Ed McMahon himself had moved them in.
I'm actually feeling a little twinge of guilt here too. Ripley and FG have a good relationship. Maybe it's just me being a new dad myself, but I kind of don't want to hurt Ripley.
Tough shit though that's life, he's marked for death. More on that later.
The dead man who doesn't know he's dead yet plays a video game on the snazzy Alienware rig.
I seem to recall a pretty similar move-in situation, before...
Reinforcing yet another stereotype, the first guy to screw around with the fish tank... is a faggot.
The trap is sprung.
She stood like this for two minutes. Grinning, brows furrowed and pointing at something. It was... unsettling.
Death Toilet enjoys a game of darts with the boys.
Oh really now? Who's visiting?
Why, it's Esco Permaban!
And the crowned king, you-are-nothing-he-is-a-legend himself, Euronymous!
Pretty hair like a pony.
Rumor has it that he no longer sports those luxurious locks. It also hints that he struck a deal with the FBI and got plastic surgery too and he lives in the Ukraine with his underage Goth bride that he met through John Romero, ALSO a hair chopping pariah.
Also, some no-name random Sim that I could care less what he does.
You can bet your fucking ass I am killing one of these guys, first opportunity that arises.
Otik charges out and greets everyone.
Euro makes a pass at Esco in the livingroom, but the fag says 'no way fag!'
"Why yes, I *do* think of it as my little alien space monster of love..."
This is one screenshot of something I like to think of as "not going to last for long."
And this screencap I will caption, "Art Imitates Life."
ForeverGrey Deathwatch Check: Nothing worth screenshotting to report. Hunger's in the yellow and bladder's right behind, and he has not moved to the spot I told him to run to since I blocked off the fence opening with the table and radio.
Norman Rockwell, eat your heart out.
GIIRyudo sets out a LOT of bowls of chili. Start making your bets how many green, rotten bowls are left behind, and who manages to get poisoned.
HAHAHA ForeverGrey is constantly thinking about that chili now and stamping his foot in futility.
Oh wait he's actually doing something different... well not really... he's dancing like he's having an allergic reaction to isolation.
Everybody remember Pikminhead? She called for Otik. I checked his relationship meters... despite that day of persistent torture, he considers her a friend. How fucked up!
Oh snap, the gypsy lady is visiting again.
Etcha greets.
He then nurtures Death Toilet's return to power.
FG's about to ruin his pants and ObMeiste's like, 'the fuck?'
Ob then stamps and pouts because he can't interact with FG. Again, my poor daddy-senses tingle here and I feel a little pity for these completely fake, wholly imaginary computer people.
I am going to leave the schadenfreude up to you all.
FG pissed himself. This rocketed his hygeine mood to red. He is utterly miserable right now.
FG cries and Ob mops up the spillover piss.
Duey comes out and shuts off the radio. So I had FG turn it back on. Duey shut it off. I turned it back on. It went back and forth for about ten minutes before Duey gave up.
And for the last picture of the day, here is GIIR, crying out by FG, for absolutely no idea I can fathom.