Day 27


GRR! Angry Duey!


That's like the third time since I moved them in this tub broke.


This is what everyone did from I swear to you 1:30am until 7:45am Sim time. Everybody else was asleep. This was fuck all boring.


HELLS YEAH.


Oh boy!
And look! Even oldschool Grandpappy Death Toilet's making a comeback!

I can't fucking believe I'm getting nostalgic over things that happened less than six months ago.


Now this is a picture worth a thousand words.
Two weird dads make obvious best friends.
Pop quiz hotshot! Which one of these two best friends is a total queen?  Trick question! 
I don't know where I'm going with this. Or where I went for that matter.


"Get the fuck out!"
He shoes everyone out of the kitchen presumably to spongebathe in the sink,

...so once he clears the kitchen, he wanders off to the privacy of the downstairs bathroom.
This is getting fucking stupid. Once again, both baths and a shower is open.


Well, this is something new. They're just sitting on their asses in the dining room and shooting the shit.


ObMeiste walks past Otik in order to... uh... clap and cheer at the crib and changing station I bought. Otik nearly pukes because Ob's hygiene's in the red.


Oh, hey look! Etcha's paying bills again.
What a wild man. He's crazy like a librarian.

I thought I screenshotted it, but there was a brief lunch moment when ObMeiste, Rathen and GIIRyudo were having lunch, and it was not difficult to imagine the conversation...
"Pass the salt."
"Childbirth is a beautiful thing."
"Till your kid is killed for running his mouth a bit too long and hard like this was some backwater fuckin' Chinese province I will tell you what. Pass the salt please."
"So what happens? Is it going to chew its way out or stretch out my butt or oh my god am I going to pass the world's worst kidney stone...
"Childbirth is a beautiful thing!"
"I just showed up with a kid and I don't know how the fuck that happened, I think it was a reward for shooting my mouth off and WOULD YOU PASS THE FUCKING SALT"


Hey, holy shit. We've got our second maxed out stat, and I only noticed because Otik had no progress meter for Creativity over his head while playing the drums. Nice.

For hours, NOTHING really. They're being really boring. I'm finding myself wishing for something like a weasel-bomb I can set off to spice things up.
If you're curious, I envision a weasel-bomb to be a box that you insert somewhere and make it blow up and then there are weasels like fucking everywhere. Maybe even some of those small monkeys that they train to assist the blind except they're not very helpful or very well trained for that matter and it makes the Sims all flip their shit and go buckwild until someone calls animal control.
Now, animal control isn't animal control, so much as scary machine gun toting fuckers in body armor like the bad guys from FEAR, and they use both automatic fire and telepathy that either turns monkeys and weasels inside out, or just rips their skin off of their glistening muscles and they run around screaming in pain for a while before dying in a red pool on the carpet.

It was boring for long enough for me to think out this horrible apocalyptic scene of carnage just geared at amusing me.


That looks really, really fucking appetizing.


Course, he had to go and fuck it all up.

Well. It's midnight on this both eventful AND boring, barren day. Usually the game graces me with something I can work with for a decent closer...



Oh well. I think I might've used up all my joke karma potshotting Will & Grace.

Day 28


I could crack another Ghostbusters reference joke here, but it's been done.


The ghost of ForeverGrey scares the life out of Otik.


Literally. He's dead, Jim.

I was really confused for a moment. I had thought maybe he had gotten scared and passed out... but then I noticed his portrait disappeared from the character bar on the left.


Death shows up. That had sealed the deal.

I am actually sort of irritated, by this. I would've been ok with them dying due to old age, or due to major stupidity on their part... but a god damn ghost of a permaban? The referees agree, and a yellow flag has been thrown on the play.

So, since Rathen's the first on the scene, I am going to have him plead with Death, just to see what that's all about.

This is funny!
Death makes these waving gestures, like, "Knock it off you god damn baby." Then, shaking his head, and with an impatient, otherworldly grunt, tells him to get on his feet...



Oh, this is just fucked up. Death is making Rathen play a game, 'guess which hand the soul is in!'


RATHEN WINS!

Here's another angle on it. What really defined the moment though, was his 'ha-HAA!' victory cheer in Death's face.

Death slumps in resignation and loss while Rathen pumps a 'FUCK YOU!' victory fist.

Aww how cute he has a little cel-shaded death over his head!

Otik is restored...

...and is clearly overjoyed about it.


Otik was going to give Rathen a friendly hug, except he stunk really bad.
And there's that cocksucker skulking around in the background. I wonder if there's some sort of ghost busting service.


Rathen takes a victory spongebath.

OH WHAT THE FUCK

You know what this is? This is the aftermath of FG's ghost scaring Otik to death AGAIN.

I am pissed off now. Ghosts are no longer fun, they're a giant fucking liability.

So we'll have Ripley try pleading.

Notice the coffeerings on Death's chart. Nice touch


Death treats her to the same game of chance.


She lost.
What in the hell.


I want to make someone take a steaming dump on FG's grave. Alas there's no option for it.

Death leaves behind a little urn, for Otik.

I can't tell whether this scene is macabre in a Tim Burton sort of way, or a Tom Waits sort of way. I suppose it can be both.


JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST
Duey lives through it.
THIS SHIT STOPS. It's like Amityville horror in there!

SHIT. I went to delete FG's headstone but 'object is in use,' and I can't.


Oh well, I can't put it on the fireplace, but I can put it by it.


Oh, merciful fuck.

Ob's reaction? Cry about the recent death in the family. OH WHO EVER SHALL TALK TO THE FIREMEN NOW?

A firemen puts out the blaze while Duey prances all over the place as if he heard that Carson Daly was going to be over to administer him a high colonic, and he found out his dry cleaning was still out.

With no other reason to linger about, the fireman leaves.


Ok, ToiletDuk, at this point if you're reading I want a Sims afterlife expansion so I can create a special little Hieronymous Bosch-colored hell to torment ForeverGrey in.


Both of the worst chefs the day has to offer eat their horribly burnt meals across from eachother.


Our brood parasite recipient du jour is managing quite well today. Which is nice... everyone else in the house has had their moods utterly anhillated by Otik's double-death adventure.


...


He didn't die, but like Duey before him, he pissed himself.


Well, I suppose if nothing else, he's economic about his time, this way.

Good, I just watched the little bitch's ghost jump back into his headstone.
After deliberating a moment, I decided not to delete the headstone...

...so instead I placed it in his father's inventory.


That must've been pretty exciting, because for I don't know what reason, he sprinted through the livingroom and kitchen and just about leapt on top of Duey's face.


While I could do another one of those invent-a-dialogue conversations I do when I see pretty questionable shit come up in the thought bubbles, I instead will point out that the men are ALWAYS talking like this. About shoes, makeup, pearl necklaces, girls' hair of varying colors, dresses, holding hands with other men, etc. Ripley's the one frequently with the more interesting word bubbles... we've already seen 'FUCK THE EARTH' and the handcuffs. She's also talked about criminals, and once I think I saw discussion of a riot baton.


GIIRyudo enters the third trimester.


That looks awesome.


For the hell of it I decided to get Etcha's career reward out of his bonuses tab... a marij... er HYDROPONICS GARDENING rack. For growing hydropons. You know.


Must be all the hanging around with Rathen. Etcha bursts into tears for no discriminate reason.

Duey got to work planting the dru... hydropon seeds.

At this point I got a slew of warnings that all the men were turning old in 2 days. Oh boy.


The house jams out.


These look like very pretty opiu... HYDROPON flowers.


Well look who's back. The great Death Toilet the First!

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I have determined one legitimate method for 'retrieving' Otik, which I might just partake, immediately. Ram Ripley through college for the paranormal career line so that I can get that career bonus it has, for bringing people back from the grave. I don't entirely want to do that, because Ripley's got over half of her teen years to go through.
A second option, is that I could ram some completely unrelated Sim through college for it. Maybe a volunteer goon or something. Drop them into the Gamesforum house afterwards, and if it's not a goon, just steal their career reward from them and punt them out.
A third option is to hunt for cheats. Wouldn't be clean but it'd be quick.

This leads to the next dilemma. Do we bring back Otik fully? Or just as a zombie? I think I'll let the real Otik decide that.