Day 21


I took this screenshot because he was dreaming of money and I was pretty sure I could come up with some sort of funny caption for this.

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Fuck it MOVING ALONG


Oh yeah. We're well on our way to disgustifying this house.


TEACHER! I'M COMING FOR YOUUuuuuu....


Death's all, "What a pathetic specimen."


"WHAT? You don't want him, either? Well, he sure as fuck is not staying with me.
Lu...! Lucy, you're breaking up, man. Lucif...
Man, fuck Cingular. More bars in places UP MY ASS."


Death's job is done. How much did anyone care about Esco dying?
Notice how the light is out in the front yard, now, for an answer.

I'll not have some permaban creepy scum's tombstone cluttering up the front lawn.

This is about as 'throw the body in a shallow grave in the back yard' as Sims2 lets you get.

On a side note, the fish in the tank died. Death didn't bother with them.



Duey makes poptarts at 4am. He is the only motherfucker awake.


What the fuck, kid?


What the fuck?!


"WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS WATER, YOU MEATBAGS WILL PERISH!"
Etcha just wants to take a shit in peace, and GIIR's just trying to keep a lid on things.


GIIRyudo has another episode. This time with a scholarly soccer ball.

What in the blue fuck?

Girlmecha showed up, picked up their newspaper, then RUNS FOR IT.
GIIR's weird girlfriend got there just in time and was like, "Did she just do...?"


GIIR sucks a little face as a 'hello.'


He then gooses her about 3 feet into the air.
Hope he washes his hand later.


The rotten-smelling faggots spoon while Jesus looks on with a stern, "I'm okay with this" demeanor.


What in the *fuck* is he cooking?

OH NO!

GIIR's girlfriend digs into a fel poptart!


GIIR makes to clean up but it's too late! The bitch is poisoned


...she resumes eating anyways. Revolting.


Duey mops up to a rather man-rusted tub.


SOON.


These two get all snuggly, but Jesus is all "WHAT-EVERRRR. I am looking AWAY."


"NO JESUS JAMES CHARLES CHRIST YOU JUST LOST YOUR POWER BOOST METER NOW YOU'LL NEVER WIN, GOSH!"


Girl... you'll be a wo-man... soon...


Yowza.
I wonder how many ADTRW regulars reading this thread close this browser right here, to go jerk off now.


Her first activity as a teenager? COFFEE. Art mimics American life.


Rathen: "The fuck you mean, butter?"


This is the height of absurdity. There's a god damn bathtub behind him.

Just as I was checking to see how GIIR was making out, I noticed two things.
One, that she actually left.

Two, that Marisa had slipped in somewhere, and now she's balling Rathen.


And, for the road, here's one last shot for our birthday girl, for today.

Day 22


Ripley's just getting back from a little shopping excursion. She's got bed on the mind, though, so the outfit planning will have to wait.


ADTRW regulars once again are knocking shit off their waste-laden computer tables looking for the vaseline and kleenex.

Oh Jesus why is the camera suddenly panni

I'm going to be ill.

What followed, was a barnyardish cavalcade of manly grunts, hoots and cheers. I didn't know if they were riding eachother, or a rollercoaster. Perhaps, one would say, they rode the meat rollercoaster.

Sorry, Jesus. You look like you need an apology there.


I already used 'sweet dreams you narcissistic faggots', so instead I'll caption this, 'The post-coital brokeback buttfuckers dream the dream of all manly men; to go back in time, and rape their younger selves.'

Welp. That's one more milestone behind us.

Everyone in the house was asleep, until groceries get delivered at about 5:30am.


Ripley's doing her homework in her favorite spot, but unfortunately there's no one in bed to irritate this time.


Miranda strolls around in her underwear, helping assert that feeling of normalcy in the Gamesforum household, where normal things like a barely dressed woman wandering around in a house full of men happens. Because that's normal.

Ha! It happened too quick for me to catch, but she walked into a kitchen loaded with men, then POW her dress was back on.


Rathen is graceful, like a swan.
Well, a swan feeling the onset of Rophynol.


Ripley greets Nobuu.


Wow. Talk about the apple not falling from the tree- she randomly cries about something.

Mother of all fuck.
Both Duey and ObMeiste get promoted to MVPs. I wonder what their ball club would think if they knew they went home to club eachother's balls.
GIIR brought in his paycheck, and between the bonuses and regular pay, today brought in nearly 6 thousand in cash.


Welp. Looks like these two fine young shitheads are making up.

Definitely.


What the fuck is this?


Do you think they orchestrated the whole breakup thing just for the glory that is make-up sex?


Ripley, detecting people to annoy, promptly commences with homework.


She then attempts to repair the computer, which is actually a series of swift jabs to the computer's pci slots with a screwdriver.
I've met MCSE certifieds with less sense, come to think of it.


It's been 12 hours since he dove into the pool, yet he's still in those speedos.


Etcha's pussy, Jan arrives, so he goes outside and bites her face.


SPEEEDOOOOOSS


Yep. Perfectly normal teenage girl.

It's been said that a fine-ass cheeseburger can bring in even the dead.


Oh, shit.


WHAT IN THE FUCK


Speaking of back from the dead...


ooOOOooooOoOOoooOOOooo...

Ok before we close shop for today let's do a little state-of-the-union and list out the milestones hit, to date:

First Pregnancy - Rathen. Don't even try to make sense of it.
Busted Cherry - Rathen. Notice how this falls AFTER his pregnancy. Notice I said his pregnancy.
Goon Sex, Hetero - Otik and Nobuu.
Death - ForeverGrey, if forced.
First Case of Insanity - GIIRyudo.
Permaban Death - Esco. And a great sigh was heard from the heavens.
Goon Sex, lol fags - ObMeiste and Duey. I am infinitely amused that their careers are as sports celebrities.
GHOST! - Ricardo Montalban. KHAAAN!

Milestones yet to hit -
A capped out skill.
A capped out career.
An involuntary death.
A wedding.