Day 23
ForeverGrey haunts the... refridgerator.
That is just about as macabre as a Bob Saget episode of AFV.
GIIRyudo fixes the shower.
This is also as exciting and entertaining as a Bob Saget episode of AFV.
Obmeisted mourns at FG's grave.
Funny thing about FG's spectral state, is that if he doesn't just pass directly through a wall or isn't leaping into household objects and making them bounce periapatetically for a minute, doors open and close for him.
NOTHING HAPPENED. For about 8 sim-hours, not a fucking thing happened.
Right here is EtchaSketch setting our next milestone, a capped Creativity skill.
To celebrate, I am going to slightly remodel a part of the house.
I pushed the back wall out one length, and that seemed to be sufficient to make a band room up.
The tank's getting filthy.
However, someone clearly restocked it from the last time I saw it.
There are SO many captions for this one... "Oh look, Otik's playing with himself!" That one's too easy and arguably not funny. "Otik works on his logic because he's tired of people saying he's stupid." Fair, but people aren't saying he's stupid. "Otik works on his logic because he's stupid and needs to." Eureka!
Death Toilet the 3rd's swaying, emerald tendrils of fecal and ammoniatic power hold Rathen in thrall. He never stood a chance.
Ripley brought a friend home from school... Prisserella McPink. Look at this girl. You KNOW she goes home to a bookcase with one shelf just dedicated to ponies and unicorns, and has a poster on her wall of at least ONE of the O.C. vapid bimbo males.
Well, she should be safe visiting THIS household of inept homosexuals.
Priss hopped on the piano first thing. Etcha then grabs a guitar and joined in.
Shit actually sounds good! It's kind of a melodic jazz. I don't like jazz much, but this is pretty... heywhat
Before today, if anyone would've told me I'd be witnessing a Hitler-impersonator jamming on an upright electric bass, with an overly talented but underachieving punk-dressed movie projector operator on an old-school Gibson, and some fallback-to-the-50's, most likely the daughter of a crazy religious fundamentalist teenager on piano, I would've punched them in the throat.
Now, I just give up.
I'm just glad at this point I bought the gear.
"Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?! What the hell are they teaching you at this horrible school?"
Duey helps Ripley with homework in her usual favorite spot, and they become best friends from there on out.
Otik competes with a rancid chili bowl to see who stinks the most. Just look at that 1,000 mile stare!
What in the fuck is this shit? Looks like a weed growing a poppy bulb. Did I unknowingly install a Sim-front lawn expansion or something?
I hope it's poppy. The house turning into an opium den would rule.
GIIRyudo was making a salad and then...
...this faggot pops out of the formica at him.
Managed to scare me a little for that matter.
I checked; sadly there's no 'urinate on grave' option. I wanted it real badly at this point.
ObMeiste takes a bath in either Hi-C Ecto-Cooler, or textures are just fucking up grandly.
I needed some motivation to check for a new driver revision anyways.
Otik chats online. Let's see if he's predator or prey...
Prey.
It's midnight...
And Esco's pathetic little ghost is in the garage, thinking about bathing the family in blood apparently.